My Boy - Gally x Reader

Chapter 8

The soft light of dawn filtered through the cracks of Gally's hut as Y/N stirred from her slumber. She blinked away the remnants of sleep and stretched, the events of the previous night still fresh in her mind. Gally was already gone, leaving behind an empty bed.

With a sigh, Y/N rose from her hammock and began to dress, the events of the day ahead weighing heavily on her mind. She knew she had to face the gladers in the dining hall, including Gally, who seemed to have distanced himself from her since their confrontation.

As she made her way to the dining hall, the aroma of breakfast greeted her, mingling with the sounds of chatter and laughter from the other gladers gathered around the tables. Y/N grabbed a plate of food and scanned the room for a place to sit, her eyes eventually settling on Newt.

She made her way over to him and took a seat, offering him a small smile as she began to eat. Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed Gally sitting at a nearby table, pointedly avoiding her gaze. Confusion gnawed at Y/N's mind as she tried to make sense of Gally's behavior. After the intimate moment they shared last night, she couldn't understand why he still seemed to harbor resentment towards her.

Newt, noticing Y/N's distraction, gently reminded her of the task at hand. "You'll have to pick a job today," he said, his voice breaking through Y/N's thoughts.

"I want to be a runner," Y/N declared with determination, her eyes shining with a fierce ambition.

Newt chuckled, shaking his head. "Come on, be serious. You can't just decide to be a runner. You have to be chosen, and besides, Alby might not be too keen on it with you being the only girl in the glade."

A pout formed on Y/N's lips as she contemplated the reality of Newt's words. The dream of running through the maze, seeking an escape, seemed elusive, slipping away like grains of sand through her fingers.

With a sigh, she admitted defeat. "Fine, I don't know what other job to pick."

Newt's eyes brightened with an idea. "Tell you what. You can trial different jobs today to see what suits you. We'll start with mine. You can join me with the trackhoes in the gardens. How does that sound?"

Y/N's expression softened as she considered the offer. "Alright, I'll give it a shot. Maybe I'll discover a hidden talent for gardening."

Newt chuckled at her remark as he continued eating his food.

Finishing their breakfast, Y/N followed Newt to the gardens, where the lush greenery and vibrant colors of various plants greeted them. Newt handed her a basket of fertiliser and explained the basics of fertilising the plants and harvesting crops. Y/N, eager to prove herself, dove into the tasks with dedication.

Under Newt's guidance, she moved through the rows of plants, carefully tending to each one. The scent of earth and growing things filled the air as Y/N nurtured the garden around her. The gladers who were already familiar with the tasks nodded approvingly as she worked, a sense of camaraderie building among them.

After a productive morning in the gardens, Newt decided to send Y/N to Frypan with the freshly harvested crops to assist in preparing lunch for the gladers. As she entered the bustling kitchen, Frypan greeted her with a warm smile.

"Hey there, newbie! Ready to lend a hand?" Fry asked, handing her a knife and a pile of vegetables.

Y/N grinned, eager to contribute. "Absolutely! What can I do?"

Frypan, thrilled to have an extra pair of hands, guided Y/N through the preparations. They chopped vegetables, stirred pots, and shared stories about life in the glade. The rhythmic clinking of utensils and the sizzling sounds from the stovetop filled the kitchen.