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Last part of Act 2 is split into two chapters!! I highly believe that Newt would get kissed / would kiss while rambling about self-worth.
During the trip up into the mountains, (Y/n) felt his eyes shift to Newt. He sat in the middle row of the jeep. (Y/n) sat in the boot, chairs folded upwards for three to sit. Jorge and Minho sat next to (Y/n).
(Colour) eyes stared at the back of Newt's head. His mind taking him back to Marcus's house. What if Newt was with him instead of that kid? What if they were the ones swaying to some slow song? What if they shared a moment? A moment of peace.
(Y/n) felt his heart tighten at that. It seemed the pounding in his chest wanted that too. (Y/n) mind started to get lost in its thoughts.
Neck kisses. Arms wrapped bodies with legs tangled together. Soft breathing and sweet smiles.
Walking in bathed sunlight. Hands interlocked together. Birds chirping some song. Sunshine warming the skin.
"You're a killing machine, nothing else. Remember that."
The halt of the car brought (Y/n) back to reality. They would have to be free from WICKED for that happen. Newt folded his seat down to let the back row out and (Y/n) smiled at him before turning away to help Brenda down.
They haven't told anyone that she got bitten, but (Y/n) was finding it harder to keep the secret. Brenda looked half dead already. Her skin was paler and her breathing had started to become puffs of air. Her eyes looked like they were starting to sink into their sockets.
(Y/n) met eyes with Newt, breaking the eye contact to see if anyone was watching the three. His hand moved to rest on the side of Newt's neck, fingers gently rubbing the back. Brenda leaned back against the car, looking out to the camp of Right Arm. Thomas moved to stand beside Brenda, noticing the girl.
Thomas opened his mouth, but Brenda's hand waved him off. His lips turned into a thin line and looked over to the two.
"Brenda is infected," (Y/n) voice was low, barely louder than a whisper. Newt's eyes moved to the girl, his hand reaching to pull (Y/n) away. Thomas nearly exclaimed out, but (Y/n) slapped his hand over the boy's mouth. The brunette followed and joined the two to make a small circle.
"And you didn't say anything?!" Newt exclaimed. He quickly got hushed by the boy in front of him. (Colour) eyes quickly snapped over to the group to see if anyone heard anything. Luckily, they were going over to a bearded man. (Y/n) dropped his hand from Thomas's mouth, his nose scrunching in disgust as he felt Thomas's tongue.
