BEING REWRITTEN

4~ congrats gree- oh wait Thomas

An- I love changing the perspective sometimes. Here you guys go. For anyone that even bothers to read this shitty story.
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Newt POV:

Newt was having a small conversation with the leader. Just like the usual. He looked around a bit as he talked about multiple subjects with the dark skinned boy.

He held the cup that the greenie drank out earlier firmly in his right hand. Suddenly there was silence. No more yelling from the crowd. Just silence.

A sudden faint yell was heard from the crowd around the fighting ring. Alby had also gone quiet and his eyebrow perked up slowly. 

A sudden outburst of cheers and yells erupted from the crowd, Newt was curious about what was going on and lifted himself from the tree bark he sat on. Alby stayed seated, not caring about it all.

I slowly limped my way to the crowd again. I looked over the sweaty and drunk gladers to see a full on beaming brunette with a bloodied nose and a big smile.

"Thomas!!" Some yelled.

Thomas?

Huh.

He saw some dudes pick the greenie up and let him crowd surf.

Oh

So the greenies name is Thomas.

Newt grinned to himself as he walked away from the crowd. Sitting at the same spot he had sat earlier with the green- no Thomas. Alby had started a talk with chuck who was glowing with excitement. His curls bouncing up and down as he babbled all out.

The cheering had died down a few minutes later. Newt noticed footsteps nearing as he looked up to see Thomas.

"Congrats Greenie" he felt himself smirking at the boy, who had another wave of confusion flooding his slightly sweating face.

"What do you mean, congrats?" He heard Thomas ask.

"Congrats for rememberin' 'ya name Thomas" he said as he looked at the warm brown eyes.

"Oh" the brunette stumbled "thanks Newt" a smile formed on his lips and dimples found their way on his cheeks.

Did I ever tell you that his smile was absolutely adorable?

"How'd the fight with Gally go?" Newt raised his eyebrows as he looked back at Thomas again.

His eyebrows furrowed, a little later he answered.

"Fine I guess"

Newt chuckled.

"You don't really seem like it"
He grinned as he looked at Thomas, the brunette sighed dramatically.

"Let's get ya patched up"

A few moments later, newt was settled at a spot in the deadheads. With Thomas beside him. Newt grabbed a piece of cotton and let it soak up some iced water he had in a cup.

"Put that on ya bloody face greenbean"
He ordered in a playful way as he handed Thomas the cotton.

Thomas sighed contently as soon as the thing touched the bruise on his jaw.

Newt couldn't help but feel pissed off at Gally, like cmon. It's the poor greenbeans first day.

After a while of sitting in a comfortable silence with the brunette. Newt felt himself speak up again.

" 's bed time Greenie, gotta be prepared for the wake up tomorrow"

He said as he stood up. Holding his hand out to the brunette, who gladly took it and also lifted up from the grass.

He guided him trough the glade to the sleeping place. A large field with a few trees scattered all around. The spaces between the trees were filled with empty and filthy hammocks. Some pieces of fabric were scattered over the hammocks as a blanket.

"Here's your sleepin' spot greenie"
Newt said as he pointed at a beige hammock that was unoccupied at the moment.

Thomas nodded and settled himself on it. Sighing.

"Good that" Newt said as he walked away, waving at Thomas.

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Newt found himself back at the bonfire.

Some gladers were also heading back to sleep as they hugged one another.

Newt let out a content sigh as he looked around. He felt his stomach rumble quietly.

A few moments later the blonde found himself taking a plate from poor frypan who looked wasted. Newt settled himself down at a table and started enjoying his second meal of the evening.

The night sky was pretty, he had to admit. Some white spots dotting across the stretched ink black space. Some were bigger than the others. He looked all around and finally spotted the moon at his left side. It shined bright with the white light falling over the glades tree line.

He felt himself relax completely as he contently finished his food. Scraping off the last bits of egg and wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.

He handed his plate back to the poor chef who looked pissed off already and headed back to the homestead.

A lanky building that was build around a big tree. He grabbed the wooden ladder and started climbing his way up. He found his room and plopped down on his bed while pulling his shirt and pants off. Making a mental note to wash them tomorrow.

He then let sleep consume him, his thoughts running wild.

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Sorry guys, a lil shorter chapter :(

I hope y'all enjoy this. (Tbh I don't think anyone will read it)

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