NOT TAKING ANY CREDIT I FOUND THIS ON TUMBLR AND IT WAS SO AMAZING I NEEDED TO POST IT I WILL WRITE ONE OF MY OWN TOMORROW
"Alright, looks like everyone's here." Alby said as he took a seat next to Minho. You weren't a keeper, but Alby asked you personally to be at the gathering today. He said it had to do with you, so you thought maybe you did something wrong or something, whatever it was it made you nervous that he didn't tell you what it was for. Winston was there, sitting on your right in the circle, Clint on your left, then Alby, Minho, Newt, Gally, Zart, Frypan and a few other keepers.
You'd talked to Newt before the gathering to see if he knew what was going on. The two of you were more than friends, but you weren't an item. You'd spent some time together, kissing and doing other stuff but never public.
"I called this gathering because y/n's been here for a few months now. And seeing as she's the only girl - I've been trying to avoid this gathering but I knew I had to hold it eventually." He said that last part with regret. He cleared his throat before continuing on. "Seeing as she's the only girl here and we've got a huge group of hormonal boys surrounding her, I think it's only fair that we make a new rule in the Glade." There were whispers and murmurs amongst the keepers. "No one is to kiss y/n, hug y/n or do anything remotely related to that."
"Wait a sec, don't I get a say in this?" You spoke up. Most of the gladers looked at you, shocked to see you speaking.
"We can't risk one of these boys getting you pregnant." Alby said. Alby was a good friend, basically the father figure in the Glade, but you thought this was unreasonable.
"You think I'm stupid enough to let one of these shanks do something like that?" You asked.
"We're taking a vote, it isn't up to you. It's for the good of the Glade." He said sternly. You stopped talking and sat there quietly. "All in favour of the rule?" Alby rose his hand, along with everyone else in the room, even Newt. You looked at him confused, and kind of hurt. "Alright. Gathering's finished. Get back to work."
You were the first one to leave the homestead. Saying you were angry would've be an understatement, you were furious. People couldn't make decisions for you. You made your own decisions, even if they were bad ones. You spent the rest of the day away from the rest of the Gladers, and Newt. Especially Newt. How could he agree to that?
It was late now, the sky fading to black and a few torches lit up your surroundings. You weren't tired, you were too mad to go to sleep. So you walked into the deadheads. You walked deeper and deeper, lost in thought until you saw up ahead a circle of lit torches surrounding a blanket. There was some food on it and you saw Newt's back to you, fixing something on the blanket.
"Waiting for someone?" You spoke for the first time in a few hours. Newt jumped, standing up to face you with a slight blush on his face.
"You scared the bloody klunk out of me. I noticed you weren't at dinner, thought you might be hungry..." He said, playing with the fork in his hands. You looked him up and down and noticed he was freshly clean, he smelled clean too, like he just got out of the shower. You walked up to him. His face was unreadable. It looked like he could tell you were upset and let out a sigh, rubbing the back of his head with his free hand. "I know you're upset -"
"I'm extremely upset." You cut him off, taking the fork from him. "But you're right, I am hungry." You weakly smiled. How could you stay mad at him after all that he'd done. Newt smiled and the two of you sat down to eat. It seemed like he packed all your favourite foods, it was heaven.
After you finished eating dinner, your back lay on Newt's chest, snuggling into him with one of his arms around you. He was leaning on a log, and holding a bowl of fruit with the hand that wasn't around you. He'd give you a piece of fruit every few moments. But the two of you just sat there, staring at the torches and relishing in the cool night air talking about everything and nothing. You turned to look at him, the light dancing across the side of his face made it impossible to be mad at him like you were earlier that day. You leaned forwards and kissed him lightly on the lips. The arm around you pulled you in closer until he pulled back suddenly.
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