Bad Dreams | Newt x Reader (Being Edited)

Chapter 5-The Blurry Boy

Trigger warnings: mentions of blood and dead bodies.

Next morning

I woke up with Newt's arms wrapped tightly around me. I sighed happily and closed my eyes again, Newt mumbled something and shifted slightly closer to me. His blond hair was golden in the sunlight that was streaming through the window. I reached up and ran my fingers through it gently. I was shocked at how soft it was. I noticed him stirring and stopped.

"Keep doing that," Newt mumbled without opening his eyes. I blushed but kept playing with it. Several minutes later he opened his eyes and gave me a lazy smile.

"We should probably get up," I mumbled.

"Yeah," Newt replied.

Neither of us moved for a long while. I sighed and untangled myself from Newt.

I picked a couple ripe tomatoes and placed them carefully in a basket. I looked up, Newt was a dozen or so metres away fiddling with a vine that was falling down. I heard a snicker and turned to see Minho. He pointed at me and then looked at Newt while fanning himself. I picked up a smooth rock and threw it at him. It earned a satisfying yelp. A headache formed as I watched Minho stumble back. For a moment I thought I was seeing two of him but I realised it was the memory of someone else.

"Why are you so mean to me?" Minho complained.

"Why are you so mean to me, little..." The rest of the sentence distorted, the world tilted and faded into the memory of the other blurry boy.

Even in the shade the air was hot and dry. The air was still, no wind provided any relief from the sweltering heat. The blurry boy stood a couple metres away, a rock at his feet.

"Seriously, all I do is protect you and care for you and this is what I get in exchange?" The boy demanded, putting his hands on his hips.

"It's what you get in exchange for calling me that," I didn't speak the words but that was me talking.

"Y/n?" Newt asked, I was snapped right back to reality. I blinked and looked around, Newt and Minho were kneeling next to me looking worried.

"Are you okay? You really zoned out then," Minho said.

"I'm fine," I picked another tomato. Newt grabbed my hand and took it from me.

"Y/n..." Newt turned my head to look at him. "What happened?"

"I don't know," I whispered, "I'm fine now, really."

Neither looked convinced.

Newt sat next to me at lunch like always, I picked at my food. I'd felt nauseous since the earlier incident. Newt kept looking at me, under normal circumstances I would have been over the moon. However, he was only looking at me because he was worried. Not because he felt anything similar to what I was feeling for him.

"Stop it," I said when he looked again.

"Stop what?" Newt asked.

"Worrying about me," I replied.

"I can't help it, love," he went back to his food. I stared at my plate, willing myself not to blush. Minho came over and sat down, he wiggled his eyebrows at me. I kicked him under the table.

"Y/n!" Alby yelled from the other side of the lunch area.

"What? How did he even see that?" I made a face at Alby.

Newt sighed audibly.

"Don't you sigh at me!" I poked him, he waved my hand away. Minho smirked at us. I kicked him again.

"Y/n! One more time and you're going to the Slammer!" Alby yelled.

"He's bullying me!" I pointed at Minho who put his hands up in protest.

"I am not!"

I glared at his stupid smirking face. I got up from the table and took my food with me. I disappeared into the Deadheads, wanting to be alone to think. I found a tree and somehow managed to climb it without spilling the food. I picked a good branch and sat on it. I picked at the food, salad with chunks of chicken. Was it that bird who'd run at me? I hoped it was. I still remembered that chicken with the evil glint in its eye. I pushed away thoughts of that chicken and started thinking about Newt. Stupid feelings, why couldn't I just get rid of them? I heard a twig snap and looked down. Minho looked up at me.

"How on earth did you get up there with your food?" He asked.

"Magic," I made a face at him. Minho rolled his eyes dramatically and started climbing the tree.

"Don't you come up here, this is my tree!"

Minho climbed up to where I was and forced me to move over. I made a face at him and continued eating. Minho reached over and stole some chicken.

"I will push you out of this tree," I hit him lightly.

"Are you actually mad at me?" Minho asked.

I looked at him surprised, "No?"

"Oh, good," Minho looked relieved.

"I'm sorry—" I began.

"Oh, what was that?" Minho asked, leaning closer. I hit him again.

"I'm sorry for making you think that I was mad at you," I made a face at him.

"I didn't quite catch that."

I glared at him and lightly pushed him.

"Okay! Okay, I forgive you," Minho laughed.

I finished eating and leaned my head against his shoulder. He rested his head on mine.

"So, my little sister, what's going on?" Minho asked.

"For all we know I could be older than you," I said pointedly.

"Hm, I doubt it," he replied. "And don't change the subject."

"Fine, I've been having more weird memories."

"Like what?"

"Hallways with blood and bodies everywhere, blurry faces of people. A body covered by a plastic tarp."

"Do the people feel familiar?"

"A couple," I admitted.

"What about what happened earlier?" Minho asked.

"I don't know, throwing a rock at you triggered a memory."

"What was it?"

"There was a boy, I couldn't tell who he was because his face was all blurry. He said something similar to you and something else but I couldn't make out what he was saying," I sighed.

Minho held my hand comfortingly. 

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