BEING REWRITTEN

6~Nothin' outta the ordinary..?

AN- guys I just arrived in Belgium, rode my bike all the way here. (I live in the Netherlands. It's 30 degrees though.
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Newt POV:

Thomas wasn't eating.

Why? He didn't know. Newt sat next to Thomas at a table. He was almost finished with his stuffed plate while the brunette was just picking at it and shoving some food around.

"Why ya ain't eatin'?" Newt asked him.

Thomas looked up, tired eyes meeting his.
"I just don't feel like it" he answered with a slight rasp to his voice. Newt looked at him with slight worry.

"Is it 'cause ya have to slice up animals today or- Ohhh.. the thing I showed ya this mornin'." Realisation hit Newt like no other, as he mumbled out that second part of the sentence.

Thomas looked at him and nodded.

"It's okay Tommy" Newt said as he gave Thomas a warm smile.

Thomas just raised his eyebrows at him.

"What?" Newt asked.

"Tommy" Thomas said looking at him again.

Oh

"Im sorry, I'll just call ya Thomas" Newt said in embarrassment, as heat crippled up from his neck to his cheeks and then his ears.

"It's okay, I kinda like it" Thomas gave me a heartwarming smile.

"Okay Tommy, let's get ya to eat a bit. I swear you have to at least take a bite."
Newt said as he picked up a tomato from his own plate with a fork. Thomas looked at him with a 'are you serious right now' look.

"Open up you big baby" he teased, swinging the fork around in front of Thomas's face.

Thomas opened his mouth after a big sigh and he stuffed the tomato in the brunettes mouth. Grinning as he did so.

He removed the fork and after a lot of chewing there was a tomato in the others stomach.

"Great job greenie" Newt teased once again.

Thomas just groaned as he grabbed his own fork and started eating the rest of the salad on his plate.

"Atta boy" Newt gave him a firm pat on his back and started to clean up his own dishes.

"I have to work in the gardens now, Winston will take care of ya for the day. Bye Tommy" he waved at the brunette.

Newt then made his way over to frypan and handed the dishes back to him. Sighing, he walked back to the gardens. It was a pretty long walk since the gardens were positioned in the corner of the glade, near the deadheads.

He grabbed an axe and started chopping down a tree.

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Thomas POV:

Tommy.

He really did just call me that.

Thomas shook his head, leaving the nickname in the back of his mind as he focused on finishing his sandwich. He took a bite, chewed and swallowed. Barely thinking as he did so. He just listened to Newt saying that he had to eat. So he did.

After around 10 minutes he finished his plate, brought the leftover dishes to frypan. Held a small conversation with the young chef and went to search for a guy named Winston.

Thomas started walking across the glade to a building surrounded by pigs and cows. The smell of the animals was kind of familiar to him, maybe he was a farmer in his past life? He didn't know.

After a little while of walking he finally reached his destination.

He greeted Winston, though. The guy didn't really say much back. The guy gave him some clear instructions and it sounded like he didn't want to repeat any of that. Thomas just went to work.

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Again, the nauseous feeling. The feeling was really familiar by now. Almost a little too familiar for his liking.

He was sure about one thing though. Thomas was never going to be a slicer.

Ever.

After all that he really didn't have any appetite for any food. Literally nothing.

This time it was chuck to notice.

"Hard time at the blood house today greenie?" He heard the probably 13 year old say from behind him.

Thomas turned around and saw chuck with the most stuffed plate ever, he probably took 2 portions. After a while of dozing off to random things, he patted a chair next to him. Chuck beamed and happily took a seat next to him.

"C'mon Thomas, just eat a bit! I'll happily take your pork if you don't want to eat that!" The boy exclaimed next to him.

Thomas just sighed and started plopping some small potato pieces in his mouth. Slowly chewing at them and washing them down with some cold water.

He did the usual, bring back his dishes, say goodnight and headed back to bed.

He was about to pull his shirt off, but he stopped when a scream sounded. Not like one of those scream of pain. No, more like an angry yell. He whipped around to see a giggling chuck running away from a fuming Gally.

Thomas mentally chuckled at that, his face showing a grin.

He finished pulling off his shirt, his shorts actually felt comfortable so he left those on. Out of a sudden, he felt a tap on his shoulder and he turned around again to see a smiling Newt.

"Hi Newt" he said as he took place in his hammock.

"Hi Tommy" there was it again, the nickname. He liked it and couldn't complain.

"So" newt started as he sat down beside him. "How was your day as a slicer?" Thomas groaned at the question.

"Horrific" he answered after a bit.

Newt snickered at him. "Yeah the slicers are bloody weirdo's. But, they're the only reason frypan can create those heavenly meals". Thomas couldn't agree more, suddenly he felt newts eyes staring at his chest.

"I told ya you'd grow chest hair" the blonde suddenly mentioned with a wide grin. Thomas quietly laughed at the sudden notice.

"Oh shut up" he groaned again, yet he was still grinning from ear to ear. Newt had a content look on his face after his successful mission to piss Thomas off.

"G'night Tommy, don't let the grievers get ya" Newt poked him in his chest and Thomas fell back down of the hammock. Chuckling.

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