SOFT SIDES | tmr ; gally x reader

Twenty

Chaos.

If you had to describe the glade right now with one word, that'd be it. Chaos.

Newt and Minho are running around trying to keep order in the group as everyone's frantically screaming about what the shuck they're supposed to do.

You can see in Newt's eyes that everyone's getting on his nerves. His eyebrows are scrunched together in a scowl and he's glaring at everyone. You wouldn't blame him really, nobody's listening to him.

You look over at Gally, who's standing next to you, calmly observing the madness. He's intimidating enough, maybe people will listen to him.

You lock eyes and you gesture towards Newt.

Gally gets a confused look on his face. "What?"

"Newt," you say, gesturing to him again.

"Ya... what about him?" Gally asks, still not catching on to what you're trying to say.

"He seems pretty angry," you say in response.

"Ya, he's always had a short temper," he response, slouching back against the wall."

You almost laugh at the comment, remembering Gally's old temper. But you hold back the laughs, this isn't exactly time for playing around.

Gally stares at you, still not moving.

You want to slap yourself. Finally you yell out to him, "Oh for klunk's sake, go help him out!"

Finally something clicks in Gally's mind as he realizes what you're telling him. He nods at you in understanding, a slight blush in his cheeks.

He walks up to where Newt is standing and yells out, "HEY SHANKS! LISTEN UP!"

Everyone stops and looks up at Gally. They walk over and form a small crowd around him and Newt.

"Ha, guess they're all bloody shanks, eh?" Newt says to Gally with a smirk. You smile at the fact that your two best friends are getting along so well.

Gally laughs, and then continues. "You guys running around like your asses are on fire isn't going to do squat. We all need to get organized if anything is going to work."

"Ahh yes, the old Gally has returned," Thomas remarks. "Order this, order that, follow the rules, organization, blah blah blah." Thomas mocks playfully, his voice rising to the pitch of a 6 year old's voice.

Everyone laughs at Thomas's impression, including Gally, surprisingly.

"Ya, whatever. This time it's pretty damn important that we get our klunk together. Grievers are not something we need to be messing with," Newt replies.

"So what do you suppose we do?" Minho speaks up.

Gally turns a dark shade of red. "Uhh... I don't really know..." He scratches the back of his head nervously. "I'm just doing what Juno wanted me to do."

You laugh walk over to the crowd of boys. Gally wraps an arm lazily over your shoulders.

"Letting a girl boss you around?" Chuck sniggers. "Not very manly of you."

Chuck starts to laugh at his own joke, but you give him a death stare and he immediately stops.

"Uhh... I mean..." Chuck stammers. "How smart of you."

"That's better," you say with a smug smile.

Suddenly, someone starts shoving through the crowd to the front. Shouts of 'hey!' and 'watch it!' fill the crowd as Teresa finally managed to make re way to the front.