Something Different - Newt (TMR)

The Bonfire - 4

After I changed for the second time today and I brushed my teeth, I found Gally and we went and got materials.

We got some rope, wood, nails, a hammer, and some other materials. Gally and I were finished making two of my walls by the time it was lunch, where we raced over to Fry's counter. I made a mental note to be behind both Winston and Gally when I'm in line. 

We quickly ate then, got back to making my hut. I was attatching the two already completed walls and Gally was almost finished with his half of the third wall by the time it was time for the bonfire. 

I collected and stacked the wood into a cone shape. Then Minho grabbed the lighter and started to light the fire. "You know, Minho." I started.

"What Julie?" He answered, concentrating on making the fire catch. 

"I should make a mental note on never being near you when you handle fire." I say.

He slowly turns around and clicks the lighter to make fire to come out the top. He made a crazy smile on his face, then he leaned forward on accident and there was a spark. That spark led to the askes of Minho's eyebrows. 

He was squezing his eyes shut and hitting where his eyebrows used to be all the while screaming like a little girl. 

"This exactly proves my point!" I say. inbetween laughs. I look over at the eyebrowless Minho, and see him with his arms folded over his chest and him pouting. The sight makes me laugh even harder. 

While Minho lit up his eyebrows, the bonfire started up and was eating away at the wood. 

I was still giggling and rolling in the dirt when the rest of the boys came over, five minutes later. 

"Jules, what'cha laugh at so hard?" Newt asks, smiling at the sight of me rolling on the ground. 

"Look... Look at.... MINHO!!" I spit out, my voice filled with lughter. 

The group of boys looked over to Minho who was covering his face. 

"Minho, what did you do?" Winston asks, cautiously. Minho shook his head, his hands still covering his face. I sat there grinning from ear to ear, watching this play out. 

"Minho, take your hands off your face." Alby demands. Minho recognized the tone and took his hands off his face and stared at his lap. The group of boys, looked at his face, then looked at each other then attempted to hold in their laughs. 

Minho looks up at his friends and asks, "Is it really that bad?" 

"Yes," Newt says, giggling. "It really is that bad." 

Soon everyone, including Minho, was laughing at the situation. The sun fell behind the walls and everyone was having a good time around the fire. Gally disapeared with Alby and they came back minutes later with blue Mason jars full of a misterious liquid. 

"Gally, are you trying to poison us?" I ask, after taking at big gulp of the drink.

"I would never try and poison you dumb shanks." Gally says, taking a sip of his drink. "Even if you try to hit me half the day." He says pointedly at me. 

"Well you know what you did!" I say, pointing at him. 

"What did I do again?" He asks, playing dumb. I shake my head and turn my gaze back to the fire. 

"You know what we should do?" Minho asks.

"What?" Newt responds, clearly interested.

"Hide and seek." He suggests. 

"I'm in." Fry says. 

"Sure." 

"Let's do it." 

"Why not?"