Glader Girl

16

A/N: This chapter has mentions/depections of suicide. You've been warned.

Newt- It was morning. After last night, I didn't think morning would come. Wicked took more kids, they took lives; they took Minho, and Julia... Oh, Princess... How was I supposed to help her through all this? She was already bloody messed up from losing Gally, feeling guilty about Chuck, and now her best friend had been taken on top of having an identity crisis! The woman who bloody runs Wicked is her mother! Granted Julia's nothing like her, nevertheless, knowing that a person like that gave her life, raised her... I can't even imagine what's going through her mind. I stepped outside our tent and saw Tommy sitting on a rock, looking out in the distance. "Tommy," I whispered, standing next to him. He looked at me with sad eyes, but he smiled when he saw me. "Newt, can we talk?" he asked me. I nodded and followed him when he stood, leading us away from where everyone slept. We went up the mountain hill and sat inside a little cave, looking out on the sunrise. "I need to tell you something, and I need you to please listen while I say it." I stiffened, nervous. "Okay."

He took a deep breath and asked if I remembered when we found him and Brenda at Marcus' bar, strung out on alcohol. "Yeah, I bloody remember; you were both a mess." Tommy started fidgeting, he never could sit still. He nibbled his lip and kept glancing at me, like he was afraid of what he had said and how'd I'd react. "She... she kissed me. But..." he trailed off, resting his head on his knees. I was confused, but also angry, and jealous. "Okay...and, what? You confused about your feelings or something?" He sighed and shook his head. "No, I'm sure about my feelings, they just aren't for her." I sighed, realizing where this was going. "Tommy, Teresa made her own choice. Don't beat yourself up just for liking her," I told him, trying to hide the jealousy in my voice. "No, Newt. I never liked Teresa." I felt a small seed of hope bloom in my chest, but I shook it off, not wanting to get my hopes up. I started to get nervous, so I attempted to lighten the mood. "Tommy, if you tell me you're crushing on Julia, I swear..." "NEWT!" Tommy snapped, looking terrified. I put my hands up, giggling.

"Newt, please come here," Tommy asked, not looking at me. I walked over and sat next to him, waiting. "Tommy..." "Newt I like you!" Tommy rushed out, cutting me off. I choked on my breath. "I... I have for a while now. Julia she..." I choked on a laugh. Bloody meddlesome little girl! Why do you always have to be right! "Julia made me promise to tell you when the time was right. I know we're not a hundred percent safe, and I know we have to figure out how to get Minho back, but..." Then he looked at me, hope in his eyes. "But I think now is the best time, maybe even the only time. All I know is I don't want to waste any more time." My heart was going to explode at this rate, and I don't doubt if Tommy could hear it. "If... if you don't feel the same..." I couldn't even let him finish that sentence. I grabbed his chin and brought our lips together in a deep, but gentle kiss. I pulled away, cupping his face, and resting our foreheads together. "Tommy, you have no idea how much I've wanted to hear that. Julia, brat that she is, knew it before I did." He laughed, then looked into my eyes, gentle tracing my face with his finger. Then his eyes went a little dark, and my breath caught. "Can I kiss you, Newt?" I brought our mouths an inch away from each other's and whispered, "Don't ever ask again."

And with that, Tommy crashed our mouths together, and we moaned. He pulled me onto his lap and stuck his tongue in my mouth. I gripped his shirt tightly and sucked on his tongue, making him hiss in desire. When we finally pulled away, our lips were bright red and swollen, and we smiled at each other. "So, what was the whole thing about Brenda then?" I asked because I wanted to hear him say the words. He smiled and gently pecked my lips. "I thought I was kissing you." I moaned, satisfied. "Good that." Tommy looked away at something in the distance. "Now we gotta tell her," he said, and I looked over and saw Julia. She was in the same spot we left her in last night. She was staring out in the distance, curled around herself, not moving. I sighed and looked at Tommy. He nuzzled my nose. "She'll be okay. Maybe not now, but she will get better." I nodded and stood, pulling Tommy up. We held hands as we made our way over to Julia. We stopped behind her, waiting for her to notice us, and when she didn't, I got nervous.