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3: what now? *~•

THOMASES POV:
Newts words echo around in his brain, while other yelling fills the glade. Something is not okay, and they all know it. Thomas takes a step back and crouches, burying his head in his knees. The words were echoing like newt was saying them right in his ear
Its
A
Girl
Girl
Girl
Girl

Thomas covers his ears to hopefully shut the sounds up. This was too much for him, he couldn't take it anymore.

He ran

And ran

And ran

Until he had nowhere to run to. He collapsed on the forest floor, letting his tears flow out. 6 days in the glade and already a greenie comes in, and if that wasn't enough, it was a girl. He forced himself to push the thoughts away and just sat in the forest in silence, triying to think about anything other that the new girl greenie.

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"THOMAS!" A non-mutated voice yells, yeeting Thomas into a sitting position. Chuck
"Oh, hey Chuck" Thomas says, the sun was at a zenith, he had fallen asleep for almost 3 hours."my god you shank, I thought you were dead!" Chuck says, in a tone, more silent than before. "Yeah... anyways, we should go to lunch, i don't know 'bout you, but i'm hungry" Thomas says,as he gets up. He decides to keep why he went away for himself. No one else, not just yet. He didn't even plan on falling asleep, he guessed the thinking had tired him to the point where he just fell asleep.

Thomas and Chuck walk into the kitchen, they were a bid early, Winston and Fry were the only ones there. "The girl is one kind of a shank" Winston snorts and Fry laughs. Of course, she was a girl, what did he expect. The poor soul had to witness a ton of comments like these, who in the right mind did even send her there? He sighs as he sits on a chair, next to Chuck, who is already inhaling the spaghetti.

"Thomas,you should eat" Chuck says in between mouthfuls. Thomas just nods and thinks further. He realized he needed to tell Newt of what was going on, he couldn't keep it in anymore. Where was that glader anyway? He always came to lunch and dinner earlier that most people, because he had nothing to do. "Hey shank" Minho says as he pats his back and sits opposite of them. "Hey Minho, where is Newt?" Thomas says, trying not to sound desperate, but he needed him. "He's with the med-jacks, taking care of the girl. Don't worry, your Newtie is coming back" Minho grins, as Thomases cheeks turned red. "Alright, and he's not mine, he's just my friend." Thomas says, knowing that he wouldn't be able to change Minho's mind. He took a big bite out of his tortilla, complimenting Fry's cooking in between mouthfuls. Thomas could barely sustain himself, from running ne to the med-jacks building.

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The door bursts open, Thomas takes a look at the out of breath Clint and Jeff, the med-jacks. Newt was supposed to be with them, where the klunk was he? "The girl, she's unconscious, but we won't miss Fry's cooking for anything" Jeff laughs, throwing himself on a table.

"Thomas we need to talk" Thomas hears the British boy, standing right behind him. A massive weight fell of his heart and he sustained a smile and replied. "Yeah." This was the best Thomas could let out, he was feeling much better, now that his friend was with him. He grabbed an sandwich for Newt and left with him.

"Here, eat" Thomas hand the sandwich over to Newt, him happily taking it. "Thanks, i didn't even realise that i was hungry until now." The blonde smiles, inhaling the sandwich. Thomas was staring at the dirt on the bottom of the forest, that they were sitting in. "talk." Newt ordered. "I..." Thomas coudn't spit anything out, even though there was so much he wanted to tell him. "It's okay, tell me everything, take your time." Newt says, putting a hand around his shoulder, and keeping it there. "I... I can't, I don't know why Newt." Thomas tries explaining. "I know, but just try, for me. I saw, that you ran off to the forest before, beleive me, I wanted to go after you, to comfort you, but I had to stay there."Newt says, drawing circles on his back, as he was explaining. "Newt, I don't know whats wrong with me, seriously. I mean, is I could be strong before, why couldn't I be now? I just..." warm tears roll down hes cheeks, Newt pulling him closer, into a hug. His tears were staining his shirt. Thomas pulled away, worried about the stain. "I'm so sorry Newt." Thomas said. Newt pulled him back into the hug, grabbing his shirt tighter, so he coudn't let go, "you shank, never be sorry for emotion, I mean say sorry about everything else, I will let you, but don't you dare say sorry for having emotion." Newt says, patting Thomases back.
He was crying
In Newts arms.
Thomas shoves his head in Newts chest, so that the boys head rests on top of his. Also to hide that he was blushing. Really badly.

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(A/N) Hey guysss happy diabetes for everyoneee