Werewolf in the glade

Chapter 5: The griever window...

Hi again, this is chapter 4! Please someone read this! I'll change the cover. But, the story plot isn't that bad! Come on read it and share it! Thank you.

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(Newt's POV)

"Ugh... do I have to?"

"Yes. Now get on with it."

"Alright...!"

I was to wake up Tommy to go see the griever window. Then take him to try out some jobs, firstly; the slicers.

I walked off towards the homestead. Later, I arrived.

"Hey, Tommy..."

There he was. Sleeping like a new born baby on his hammock in the middle of all the others. 'God... he looks handsome...' I stare down at him. 'Stop getting distracted! By his beautiful face... and perfect lips...'

"Mmm..."

He whines in his sleep.

"Tommy!"

I whisper-shout, trying not to wake the others.

"Huh?!"

Tommy bolts up and nearly falls off his hammock.

"Shh!"

I put my hand over his mouth, feeling his warm, morning breath against my palm. I search for anyone who might've heard him.

Under my hand, I feel his face heat up. I look down at him and see him blushing. I start to blush. But, I shake it off.

"Shh, Tommy. Don't wanna be wakin' Chuckie, now, do we?"

"Mhm."

He shakes his head under my hand. I take my hand off his mouth. He looks up at me with such adoration, I start to heat up again. I look around to see anyone who might be awake.

I continue.

"come on, Tommy."

I whisper. Reaching down to help Tommy to his feet. He looks surprised as I easily help him up. And there's awe behind his eyelids; imprinted into his pupils.

"Supposed ta show ya somethin' before the wake-up."

"Okay."

He says simply. Looking ready to follow. Then, quickly leans over, pulling on his shoes. Theres the thing about Tommy. He's always curious, from what I've learnt from yesterday anyway. And at some point the curiosity will become recklessness, which will get him in trouble some day.

We start to walk to the western wall, where the griever window is.

"So... Do you go waking people like that often?"

He breaks the awkward silence by making a joke. I smile to myself and play along with it.

"Nah. Only do it on weekends."