Different -newtmas-

Food for thought

"So, we have declared this meeting, to decide on what the klunk we shoud do now, and as the second-leader, I want to hear the rest of you's opinions" Newt said, clearly annoyed at the formal parts. He knew that what he said wasn't true, they didn't know what to do.

"We shoud throw out the fucking shank Thomas that started it all!" Gally yelled over the voices. "Sorry Gally, but I didnt start anything." Thomas calmly replied to the glader, red of anger. "Oh don't be silly, I saw you during the changing!" Gally roared to him. "Sure sure Gally, you did." Thomas quietly scoffs, looking over at the laughting Newt.

"What about food?" Zart, keeper of the track-hoes yells, as the meeting room gets quieter. Newt hadn't thought of that yet. "We will... wait for the box to send up supplies, we still have leftovers, otherwise we will starve, next?" Newt replied to Zarts comment. "What do you mean next? You don't have a plan do you Newt? You asked us about our opinions just because you didn't know what to do huh?" Gally snorts, still angry. "Gally, shut up before I hit you." Thomas muttered under his breath, clenching his fists.

"Alright, since no one pays attention, we will live under the gray sky unplanned, that's okay with me." Newt replied irratated.

Thomas hadn't thought about food, it wasn't a priority for him. He coud go days without eating, if he hadn't thinked about it. But what woud a gray sky change about our food? He thought.

"Hey Zart, why woud a gray sky change our food?" Thomas asks the glader. "The crops need sun to grow, no sun no crops, no crops no food, no food, well..." zart smartly replied. "Oh"

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Thomas and Newt were helping the track-hoes with collecting potatoes and tomatoes, so they had kore room to grow vegetables, since there was still some shade of sun, they didn't know when woud go away. "When do supplies come?" Thomas asked the blonde boy, who seemed focused on his work. Newt didn't respond, he continued picking up the potatos and throwing them into a bowl. "Newt?" Thomas tried again. "Hm? What? Sorry, I was daydreaming." Newt finally said, lifting his gaze from the potatoes onto Thomas.

"When do supplies come." Thomas asked. "Every 10 days, they came with you Tommy, you do the math." Newt smiled at the boy, returning his grin back. "So we get... food? Anything else?" Thomas asked. "Oh right, I forget that you're a green bean sometimes." Newt chuckles, taking a breath to explain. "So, every month a greenie comes, I guess this rule doesn't apply now. Every 10 days we receive supplies, inside the box there is food, clean water, clothes, and medication and bandages for the med-jacks. Oh and a bottle of serum." Newt explained. "Serum?" Thomas asked confusingly. "Yeah, for when the greivers sting." Newt smiled. "Ohh"

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Thomas decided to help Fry with cooking to ask him a few questions. "Ey Fry, how much food do we have?" He asks, chopping potatoes. "Not much, we have to make smaller portions now." Fry answered, turning on the stove. Thomas was confused as to why they had to make smaller portions, there was 2 days until supplies came, surely they had more than enough? Thomas opened his mouth, to ask Fry something else, but the shank gave him a look that made him close his mouth and continue chopping. It was always hard to talk with Fry as Newt told him. The boy was working alone in the kitchen, sometimes he didn't speak for weeks, since he didn't have to.

"Whats up with you and Newt? You shanks dating?" Fry asked out of the ordinary. His question made Thomas stop cutting and looked up at Fry, mouth open. He remembered his promise with Newt, to not tell them until there was no panic anymore. "Nah, just good friends." Thomas answered, trying to keep as calm as possible. "Aight, you know I don't mind it, I used to be with a shank... until he became the maze's property if you know what I mean." The dark-skinned boy said, sadness in his eyes. "Really? I'm sorry." Thomas said. He decided to still keep it a secret, even though Fry woud be okay with it, he didn't trust the shank yet. They were cooking in silence.

"Alright, take him to the box, he's under narcose, but it won't last long, be quick." Janson's cold tone echoed around the room. A few men in black uniforms with masks nodded, leaving the room to get Thomas.

"I still can't beleive he woud do this." Ava Paige said to the rat-man as he started to stand up from his chair. "Leave it Ava, he wanted to see his boy, I'm sure he didn't forget what he stood up for." Janson said, fully standing now. "He's our best subject yet, I really hope he comes back to us after the maze." Ava quietly says.

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Thomases daydream ends. The boys were almost done cooking lunch. Thomas was preparing plates and cuttlery while Fry was adding the last touches to his chicken. "Go tell the gladers lunch is ready, will ya." Fry murmured to Thomas, who nodded and headed outside. "LUNCH!" Thomas yelled to the gladers, they looked happy to take a break from their jobs to eat.

Thomas grabs his plate of potatoes and chicken and sits down, where he usually is, waiting for Newt and Chuck.

Chuck meets his gaze and waves at him, smiling. Thomas returns the smile and gestures the boy to come sit next to him. "So, heard you cooked." Chuck grins. "Yup I did." Thomas says. "Hopefully it doesn't taste like klunk, I'm sure you aren't the best cooker, you barely know how to grab apples." Chuck laughs, taking a bite. "For your information Chuck, I happen to be a great cook, apples just aren't my thing." Thomas says, examining Chucks look, as he tastes the potatoes. "Mmm, this is good- for a greenie." Chuck laughs at the last part. Thomas just rolls his eyes, waiting for Newt to come.

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(A/N) HEY GUYSSS, I know, boring boring boring boringboringboringboring, but I promise it's getting better from now on B)

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