Journal - Newt

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Y/n POV

As I was working in the gardens with newt & Zard my eyes went on the 5 boys coming in my direction Looking all happy & excited

"What is wrong with you shanks?" I asked suspicion

"You tell us!" Fry laughed

I rolled my eyes and then I noticed Minho left hand was hidden behind his back

"What are you hiding?" I asked before Minho showed proudly a familiar book

"Where did you?- WAIT! Is that my journal you bastard!" I screamed "hand it back!"

Gally, Thomas, Fry, Minho & Winston started throwing it back and forth while I tried to get it

The book finally landed in Thomas hand, but he kept it up high so I couldn't reach

"Cmon guys hand it back!" I complained

"Never-" Thomas got interrupted as a much taller boy grabbed the book from his hand

"Get back to work slintheads and stop bothering the girl, show her respect" Newt said as he handed me my journal back I thanked him with a smile

"Oh Cmon on newt! Your ruining all our fun! That girl has written a lot of fun stuff!" Gally laughed

"Leave it" Newt said before returning to work

"We will get it back" Winston laughed at me

I rolled my eyes at them before going back to work keeping my journal tighten in my arms. Newt chuckle a little of my action

>>Time skip<<

The newest greenie arrived today, he wasn't something special just like everyone else, but he seemed nicely, but new greenie meant bonfire! Which everyone was excited about, before the rain started. Our sticks and trees was wet so the boys couldn't make a proper fire out of that. We ended up in a mud bath & Frypans amazing chicken

The 5 boys from yesterday was still teasing me about my journal, but I kept it save in my hut...at least I thought

"Oh he is the sweetest of all of them..." Minho started reading before throwing it to Gally

"I can't handle my words when he is near!" Gally said then returning it to Frypan

"When he looks down at me I feel save, but also quite little" Frypan read

"Guys! Did you go through my stuff?! Hand it back!" I complained

"Argh! To slow" Frypan laughed before throwing it to Thomas

"He is truly a lover boy..." Thomas laughed before throwing it to Winston

"I can't hide that I'm in love with..." Winston handed it to Minho

"Guys please stop would you!" I said as I felt tears in my eyes

"Newt!" He read out loud

"I-" I said before falling in the mud after running after the boys. My clothes covered in rainy mud and as I almost catch my journal did it fell to the mud and got soaked completely

Tears escaped my eyes not only was I embarrassed, but my clothes was soaking, the journal was ruined, the boys went behind my back & they knew about my crush on newt. Could it get any worse?

"Y/n sorry we didn't mean to-" Frypan started, but I caught him of

"Just leave me alone!" I cried out before running to my hut

Newts POV

I came back from the map room with Alby when I saw the boys bothering y/n again I was about to help her when I watched as she fell to the ground with the book & tears escaping her eyes. Those shanks! I thought to myself as I watched her run of

"What the shuck happen?!" I asked the boys as I walked over to them

"Nothing..." Minho said in defense "we were just playing around we didn't mean to upset her I promise" Minho said

"Oh yeah?! Then tell me why your hands is in her stuff & she ran off crying? I thought I told you to leave her alone didn't I?" I asked them

"Minho is right newt! We didn't mean to upset her it just kinda happen" Gally shrugged

"I will talk with her & then you are all apologizing to her! Do you understand?" I asked them

"Yes" they all said in unison

I grabbed the journal off the ground and went to y/n hut then knocked on gently

"Go Away" i could hear her sweet voice say, but she was obviously still crying

"Love, it's me Newt...may I please come in?" I asked, but she didn't answer so I took that as a yes

I gently opened the door to find her covered up in her blankets & her wet clothes was hanging off a chair to dry off

"Hi" I said as I sat down on her bed

"I got your journal back" I smiled at her to try lighten up her mood

"I don't want it...you can throw it out it's ruined anyways..." she said

I nodded at her comment "I'm sure their is some pages that could come in use again" I said

"The other boys will just go through it again" she said

"No they won't...trust me I will not let them ever again" I said as I wiped a few tears away from her chin And pulled some hair away from her face

She was shivering despite the cold weather today so I pulled her blanket around her a little tighter

"Fry is making your favorite..." I tried again

"How do you know what's my favorite?" she asked between sniffing

"Trust me love I keep an eye on you" I chuckle

"when I eat?" She smiled a bit

"Not like that..." I laughed a bit "I just notice when your happy...and when your sad"

I looked down at the journal that I placed on her little bed table. The mud was slowly drying so a familiar name appeared on the side

"May I ask you why my name is in your book love?" I asked

"Thought they already told you" she said

"They didn't mention a word" I said curios

"Well...it doesn't matter..." she said

I nodded in understanding that she didn't wanna mention it

"I bet If I had a journal it would be filled with your name" I said

"What would you write then?" She wiped away new tears

"Everything i guess....The way you talk, walk, laugh, smile, giggle, blush, concentrated face when you work...just all the lovely things" I smiled at her

"You notice all that?" She asked with a smile

"Ofcourse I bloody do love...you keep distracting me when I work" I said as I feel my cheeks heat up

"I thought you never cared" she said

"You are all I ever care about..." I said as I cupped her face in my hands

I leaned in and kissed her sweet lips she didn't kiss back at first, but then her hands found my hair & we were making out....

Y/n POV

His tongue asked for entrance so I gave in & our tongues met each other in a fight, that he won

We pulled away from each other and I couldn't control my blushing neither could he

"Y/n I love you..." he almost whispered

"The journal was about you...cause I love you too"

"I dammed hoped it was" he smiled before kissing my forehead and pulling me close to his chest

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