Broken Vows and Empty Promises

Food

When I woke up, Newt wasn't there, and the passage door was open.

I stumbled out of our hiding spot.

" Newt, Newt, where are you?"

He wasn't in the room. I was getting more and more frantic with each call that wasn't answered. Newt was sleeping closest to the door, what if a crank got him? I was screaming louder now, my voice frantic and worried.

" Newt!"

I must've yelled that at least five times before I went into the shaft and squinted in the direction we came. It was too dark to make anything out clearly, but that wasn't going to stop me from trying. Something tapped me on the back. I let out some weird noise that was somewhere in between a scream and a yelp and jump-spun around and-

" Oh my god Minho, are you trying to give me a bloody heart attack?!"

It was Newt. Thank god. I guess when I turned around I scared him and he dropped all the packages he was holding, and put his hands up.

" Give you a heart attack?! What about how you shuck left me there thinking you had died?!"

Newt's face changed to shocked sadness, and he put his hands on my shoulders.

"You're right Minho. I didn't think about that. I went to go look for food."

" 'You're right.' hm. I've never heard you say that. Did you just learn it?"

As long as Newt was safe and not dead, I didn't care. And, it was true that he had got food, and I really didn't want Newt to feel bad.

" Ha ha. Now help me pick up all these packages."

" Fine. "

I started gathering packages. But, most of them I had never seen before. There was 'chocolate', something in a can called 'orange crush', and a bag with 'doritos'.

" Newt, what is this stuff?"

" It's food."

" How do you know?"

" Cause it was in a weird rectangle thing that said food on it. There was a slot where you were supposed to put something in, but I just smashed it and got the food."

" Who has to test it first?"

" I will sense I left you."

Suddenly I didn't want Newt to risk himself.

" Let's try it at the same time since you got the food."

"Okay."

We walked back into the room, each of us with an armload of 'food'.

" What should we try first?"

"How about this thing that's wrapped in a bar."

I didn't know how to pronounce the name, and I didnt want to look like a fool in front of Newt. Speaking of Newt, I could still feel his hands on my shoulders, my shoulders tingling where he touched them. Newt had unwrapped two bars and handed me one.

" One . . . two . . . three . . . Go!"

We both took huge bites of 'chocolate'. It was so good! It was smooth, and tasted like frypan's cake, but solid, and actually having flavor! I hungrily devoured the rest of the bar. I don't know how long it had been since I had eaten, but man, suddenly I was starving! I turned to tell Newt about it, but Newt had a look of disdain on his face.

"What? Do you not like it?"

"No. I don't. It's soft and hard at the same time."

" Well, I like it."

" Good. You can have the rest of mine then."

Newt practically chucked the half eaten chocolate bar at me. I instantly ate that one too.

" Let's see if this bag thing tastes better than that chocolate bar."

So that's how you pronounce it.

" If it's any better, I might burst with happiness."

" If it's any 'better' than that, I might barf."

" Well don't barf on me. This time let's only open one bag, so we can save some food."

" Good that. I want the others to try this disgusting thing."

" If you mean disgusting as the best food in the world, sure."

While we were talking Newt had been struggling to open the bag.

" How the shuck do you open this bloody thing?!"

" Give it to me, Newt."

Newt jokingly hugged the bag to his chest and hissed.

" Oh, come on Newt, give it to me!"

" Never!"

" Come on Newt. That's it, I'm coming to get you!"

I stood up, and Newt scuttled to the corner.

" I am a grown individual, and I can open a bag by myself."

" Ok, do it then."

" I don't want to!"

" Then give it to me!"

" I'd never give it to you, ya shank."

" Okay, if that's how you want to do it!"

I sprung towards Newt and landed on him! He playfully shrieked, and we rolled to the side, and when we stopped Newt was on top of me, still holding the bag. Newt blushed, and I myself felt my face get hot. Then I remembered why I had tackled Newt in the first place.

" Ah-Ha!"

I yelled, as I grabbed the bag, and easily opened it. Newt rolled off of me, complaining

" Hey, I could have done that."

"Whatever makes you feel better, Newt."

" Shuck it, are we going to try these or not?"

" Oh, all right."

The things inside were small triangle shaped things, covered in cheese powder. Before I could stop him, Newt plucked one out of the bag, and popped it in his mouth.

" Hey, these are good!"

I went next. Ugh! They tasted like cheese, dipped in hot sauce, crushed up, and then stuck together and fried.

" Um, Newt, are your taste buds dead? First you say chocolate is bad, then you say this trash is good? What next, can you taste the air?"

" Actually I can, thank you very much."

" Whatever. I'm not going to try this can thing, till tomorrow, I don't want to taste something else till this cheese taste is out of my mouth."

" Me neither, I wouldn't want to spoil the cheese taste. Also, I don't think we got even close to a bloody full 12 hours of sleep."

" More like 4 hours. This time you're going in first, no more sneaking off ."

Newt groaned, but went in first, and I crawled in after him and shut the door. As I sat there, I remembered the others. Here we were trying weird foods and having fun, while who knew what Thomas and the rest of them were doing.