SOLITUDE // Newt, Minho

six. || lovley.

Newt lies awake, prisoner to his thoughts. It's never been this bad before, it's been bad...but never this bad. The problem is, No one has seemed to notice. The hammock cradling him wasn't enough, he longed for the outside world. He needed real human comfort.

Aurora lies awake, prisoner to the slammer, Not the first time this has happened and probably not the last. She's just fiddling with a hair clip in her hands instead of sleeping.

She hears footsteps coming so she slowly peeps through the bars to see who it is. She sees a slim blonde boy trailing over. "Newt!" She whisper shouts. "Whats wrong?"

Newt sits down in front of the slammer door "Im just tired of talking to myself, I needed some proper human interaction for once." He sighs, laughing to himself.

"Well, Newt, you've come to the right place," Aurora says, brushing off the dust from her knees in a half-laugh. Swiftly, she uses the hair clip to pick the lock, the soft metallic clicks barely audible in the stillness of the night. The door swings open, and she extends her hand to Newt.

He takes her hand gently and helps lift her out. "If you knew how to get out why spend the night in the slammer?" He questions her.

She settles down on the ground infront of Newt before answering. "Beats being hut-less." He stifles a laugh. "We all miss you." He confesses.

"I've only been in here a couple hours." She laughs, then a couple seconds of silence fall between them.

"Even Minho?" Aurora asks, a slight teasing tone.

"Even Minho." He affirms.

Aurora crosses her legs, uncomfortably sitting on the ground. "How do you even know how to break out the pit?" Newt asks.

Aurora shrugs when Newt ponders how she knows her way around breaking out of the slammer. "When you're in the slammer as much as I am, you figure it out." Her tone is matter-of-fact, but there's a hint of weariness.

"But your first in command? How does that work." Newt hesitated. Aurora's expression changes, a flicker of frustration on her face. "They don't take me seriously," She admits.

"Why's that?" Newt questioned. Aurora didn't really know how to answer that question. And she didn't really have to because Maxy came wondering over.

Aurora grabs Maxy and tackles him into a hug. Surprised by the sudden embrace, he lets out a mix of a laugh and a squeal. He wriggles a bit, his small hands playfully hitting Aurora's back.

Aurora, still holding onto Maxy, looks up with a grin. "Hey there, Maxo. What brings you over?" She ruffles his hair. "Revenge." He says bluntly.

"Huh?" Newt looks up. Aurora arches her eyebrow, "Revenge?" She laughs.

"Revenge for you, against Minho." He tells them.

"What did you do Maxy?" Newt laughs.

"Animal turds in his shoes." He declares.

Aurora and Newt exchange surprised glances, and then burst into laughter. Maxy joins in.

Aurora ruffles Maxy's hair again, a mix of amusement and affection in her eyes. "Animal klunk, huh? That's some serious revenge."

Newt grins, shaking his head. "I've got to hand it to you, kid. That's creative."

Maxy, proud of his achievement, puffs out his chest a bit. "Had to do something for Aurora."

Aurora ruffles his hair once more. "You're the best, Maxy."

Newt chuckles. "Well, let's keep it our little secret."

Aurora nods in agreement. "Absolutely. The less he knows, the better."

They continue to chat for a while. Eventually, Maxy's eyes begin to droop with tiredness. Aurora looks at him fondly. "Time for you to get some sleep, troublemaker."

Maxy nods, yawning. "Night, Aurora. Night, Newt."

"Goodnight, Maxy," Newt says with a smile.

Aurora watches as the young boy heads back to his sleeping area, and she turns to Newt.

"That boy is something." Aurora sighs.

"A mini Kenny if ive ever seen one." He shrugs.

Aurora chuckles at the comparison. "True, but he's got a knack for revenge, apparently."

Newt smirks. "I can't believe he put shit in Minho's shoes. That's a bold move for what...a nine-year-old?"

"He's got guts. Takes after someone in the Glade," she teases, giving Newt a playful nudge.

He raises an eyebrow. "And who might that be?"

Aurora smirks. "Oh, you know, the second in command with a secret love for mischief."

Newt laughs. "Well, he's got good taste in role models then."

As the conversation mellows, they find themselves in a comfortable silence. Aurora glances at the dark sky peeking through the Glade's towering walls. "You ever think about what's out there?"

Newt follows her gaze. "Sometimes. But right now, I'm just grateful for the little bit of sanity I've got left."

"Yeah, and what might that be?" Aurora questions.

Newt smirks, catching the playful challenge in her tone. "Oh, you know, the girl who's not afraid to smash a glass bottle over someone's head."

Aurora rolls her eyes. "Hey, he had it coming. And it's not like I do that every day."

He chuckles. "True, it was a one-time thing...for now."