The boy with the accent

Chapter 8

 A few weeks flew by in a blur. I've started getting along with Zart a lot more. He's nice, real grounded.

I groaned as I turned in my bed and faced away from the window which light had begun to beam through indicating it was well into morning. I felt something weigh down the side of my bed I had my back turned to. I roll over to face it without opening my eyes, knowing full well who it was.

"Morning, Love," Newt whispered with a raspy tone to me. He had laid on his side with his head propped up on his hand and his other arm laying limp over his hip. He reached up and brushed my hair out of my face while I still refused to open my eyes.

"It's too early to be alive," I groaned. He chuckled. The sound made my whole being tingle with butterflies.

"What do you say I bring some of Frypan's breakfast in here for you?" I opened my eyes and he looked down at me with a sparkle in his. I nodded with a smile.

"I would love that," I sighed happily, appreciating my few more minutes of rest. I felt the weight lift off the bed as I closed my eyes again and heard the creaking of the make-shift floorboards indicate Newt had walked out.

It felt as if seconds had passed when I woke again. I somehow knew it had been about an hour, though. I squinted my eyes open and above my head was a chicken lying lifeless in someone's hands. I felt my face flush with terror as I squirmed and fell off the bed with a short-lived squeal. A few voices burst into laughter as I pick myself up off the floor, processing what I just did. I sit up realizing it was Gally who held the chicken. He shook it from side to side trying his best to imitate clucking sounds.

"GALLY!" I screamed as I scurried to my feet, a pillow in tow. I hurled the pillow at Gally's face as he tried to make a run for it and ended up hitting him right in the face. He stumbled back and smacked his head on the wall as he fell. He groaned as he sat up and the other boys erupted into laughter with me.

The floorboards creaked as we all turned our heads towards the door. Newt walked in with a tray with waffles and bacon as he looked around like a deer in head lights. Gally stared at him for a second, still sitting on the floor, and throws the chicken towards him. Newt makes a disgusted face and sidesteps the chicken before placing the tray on my bed.

"You slint heads better start doing something productive or I'm gonna get Alby. And you all know he's not a morning person," Newt says slowly. Gally scrambles to his feet, falling a few times in the process, and the rest of the boys rush out of my room trying to stop themselves from laughing. I shook my head with a smirk as he sat down on my bed with me. He looked down at the chicken feathers on the floors and scrunched up his nose and shook his head. "There is a reason I wasn't a slicer," he said through a weak laugh. I picked up a feather off the floor and waved it in front of his face, teasinging him. He swatted it away quick as his mouth twisted down in disgust. I let out a giggle as he pushed the tray towards me more. "I was going to eat some of that but I guess not now," he said as he shook his head trying to rid the image of the chicken corpse from his blond head.

I finish my breakfast and Newt waits out side for me to change and we head down the the gardens together. As we approached the gardens deep in some meaningless random conversations I see a smirk grow on Zarts face.

"Well well well, looks like the lovebirds finally decided to show up," she says walking up to us. I let out a laugh and turn to Newt who is tinged pink from his ears to his nose. "Well if your not to busy..." he looked from me to Newt and wiggles his eyebrows.

"Ohhhh eww no Zart common," I say trying to suppress a smile as I punch him in the arm and pick up my gardening gloves and start walking through the gardens looking for work to be done. I stole a glance towards Newt who was still deeply engaged in a conversation with Zart. I cant help but smile. Newt just made me feel happy. There is no other way to describe it. His just, existence made my heart skip a beat. He catches me staring and smirked and started to walk over to the shady tree in the very back corner of the gardens, it was almost hidden from the rest of the track-hoes.