Broken Vows and Empty Promises

Love

 After me and Newt packed our backpacks, we started walking in the dark. We talked, and then stopped talking, then repeated. We talked about a lot of stuff. We debated the chocolate vs. chip dilemma, and decided we would save a tiny bit of each for Thomas, Chuck, and Alby and have them decide. We complained about our sticky faces from the juice incident, and wasted a bottle of water to clean them.

We discussed what Thomas had seen in the building. The silence isn't awkward, it was just silence. In one of the long silences, Newt grabbed my hand, and started running!

" What the shuck, Newt?"

" Look!"

At the very end, just visible, were stairs. Stairs. In my excitement, I grabbed Newt around the waist, and picked him up, spinning him!

" We made it! We aren't dead!"

" Uh. . . Minho?"

Newt was smiling. Why was he smiling?

" Oh! Oh yeah, sorry."

I forgot I had picked him up. I quickly set him down. But, as soon as I set him down, Newt hugged me. I was stunned. My whole body was warm and tingly. He pulled away smiling.

" What are you bloody waiting for Minho? Let's go!"

I sprinted after Newt, and as we reached the stairs we slowed down. Newt was still in front, and it was about noon outside. Newt started climbing, and when he was a couple steps up, something happened.

Time seemed to slow, and Newt's sandy blonde hair caught in the sunlight making it glow. He turned to look at me, laughing. His face looked perfect at that moment, the sun on his face, him a few inches taller than me, his eyes closed in a smile, a slight breeze blowing his hair that still looked golden in the sun, my whole body still tingling from the hug, the grabbing of hands, and the twirling. When Newt opened his eyes and looked at me, I knew it. I was in love with Newt. Shuck! Why does this stuff always happen to me? And, of course, it's when the two of us are alone, separated from the group, fighting for survival. Okay, stay calm. I can't exactly do anything now, because it could affect the situation. Breath, okay. I will make a vow, that I wont tell him, and I won't make any decisions because of it.

" Minho!"

Newt was at the top of the stairs.

" Are you coming or not?"

Trying not to look into his eyes, I responded.

" Coming, just saying goodbye to the dark shafts."

Oh crud. I was acting like an idiot. But, I guess I Wasn't acting differently than usual, so that's good. We started walking.