"Please, I like blondes," she smiled, not noticing the fact that that statement went straight to Newts head
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Somewhere in the vines of: cranks, labs, mazes, danger and adventure is love. The two aren't sure what to do or how to deal with their f...
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｡ ﾟ•┈୨♡୧┈• ｡ I was still dubbing in for Archer and was high in a tree picking some apples. Thomas and Chuck sat on a fallen tree and Newt and another boy were hitting a tree stump from the ground.
"Well, why would Alby go in the maze. I mean, he's not a- he's not a runner," Thomas spoke, Newt stopped smacking the tree for a moment to answer
"Things are different now, Alby went to retrace Bens footsteps before sundown. Look are you gonna help?" Newt pointed to the tree stump.
"So he's gonna go back to where Ben was just stung?" Thomas ignored
"Alby knows what he's doing. All right? He knows better than any of us," Newt resumed hitting the tree
"Thomas!" I called, he looked up at me and I chucked him an apple "Put in it in basket for me, please," Thomas quickly chucked it in the basket and I gave him a thankful nod.
"What does that mean?" He questioned. Newt stopped again and walked towards him slowly
"All right, it's like you've heard, yeah? Every month the Box sends up a new arrival. Someone had to be first, right? Someone had to have spent a whole month in the glade alone and that was Alby," he explained "I mean it can't have been easy, but when those other boys started coming up, one after the other, he saw the truth. And he learnt that the most important thing is that we all have each over because we're all in this together,"
Thomas and Chuck exchanged glances and Thomas hopped up to help attack the stump of the tree. He leant down on one knee at hitting it.
"Yeah," Newt smiled "There you go, Greenie,"
"You a natural," I complimented from the tree receiving a smile from Newt.
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It was now raining. We took shelter underneath one of the open huts and I was leaning against a poll Newt leaning against the other side. The sun was setting, meaning the doors were closing
"They should be back by now," Thomas explained "What happens if they don't make it?"
"They're gonna make it," Newt answered. I was unsure if he was trying to convince Thomas or himself.
"And what happens if they don't?" Thomas asked once more
"They're gonna make it," he repeated
"They will make it," I whispered to Newt.
"I know, that's what I just-"
"You may be able to trick Thomas but you can't trick me Newt," I told him. He took a deep breath, I leaned my head back to rest on his shoulder.
"They're okay, Newt, I swear," I whispered. I would have said promise but that's not something I could keep 100%. So I say swear. Because I don't break promises.
