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After eating, Alby ordered me to bed rest. Being stubborn, I argued, but he didn't back down. So now, I'm laying down in the make-shift bed again. I decided to just wait for Newt in the Deadheads. I walk towards the woods area and sit on a stump, waiting. A few minutes later, Newt walks into the clearing. "You're early," he says. I smile. "There wasn't a specific time, was there?" I ask, cheekily. "No," he said, embarrassed. "Now, what did you have to tell me?" I ask. He goes bright red. "Uh, you see, um," he stutters. "Spit it out," I said. "Ilikeyou," he rushed out. "Woah Newt, say it again, English please." He sighs. "I like you, okay?" He mumbles. I'm stunned. "I don't like you, Newt," I whisper. He looks as if he was punched in the gut. "I love you," I said. His face lights up. Without hesitation, I connect our lips. Butterflies erupt in my stomach. I smile into the kiss and Newt's arms go around my waist. "Hey Newt- whoa!" A Glader says. "Winston! Bloody hell," Newt said, pulling away. Winston just smirks and runs off. Newt just shakes his head, towering over me. I stand on tiptoe and kiss him. He kisses back. "Will you be my girlfriend?" He asks shyly. I nodded. He smiles and presses his lips against mine.
