Bad Dreams | Newt x Reader (Being Edited)

Chapter 58-Inevitable Loneliness

Warnings: arguments

Newt's POV

The very next morning, I pushed open the tent flaps and walked straight into an argument. Or at least, that was what it looked like.

Y/n threw her hands up, gesturing wildly. Nik was doing the same. They argued frequently, though not like this, without saying a single word. Alex had told me that Nik could create a connection between their minds that allowed for them to talk without anyone listening in.

Whatever they were talking about seemed to make Nik angry and Y/n upset. Finally, Y/n threw up her hands and vanished courtesy of her illusions. Nik turned on his heel and stalked away.

Breakfast was more appealing than yesterday, spaghetti instead of baked beans.

Fry frowned at the noodles drowning in the sauce. "Why are they so mushy? Why is everything mushy? They're cooking it for too long."

Alex hushed him, eating happily as usual. His experience of years out in the Scorch had left him with the attitude that food was food.

Breakfast was always one of the more peaceful times of the day, since everyone was either tired from night watch or sleepy from waking up. This morning, the early morning light was doing little to wake up the camp even as the sun rose higher. All was peaceful until Nik returned.

"I just want to—" he made a violent throttling gesture with his hands. "She's so stubborn!"

"Reckless," Alex added.

Nik snapped his fingers in agreement. "She's smart but then she goes ahead and does stupid stuff like this."

"What did she do?" I asked, growing tired of watching Fry grimace at every mouthful.

"None of your business," Nik snapped at me.

The sudden change of tone made me flinch back but he didn't seem to notice as he went on a rant about something to do with the past. The most I could make out of it was something to do with Cranks and rotten fish.

Finally, just when I thought he had calmed down, he turned on me again. It struck me how similar he looked to Y/n, the same eyes burning with a scorching anger. The same look that offered little compromise or escape. "Go find her and tell her that I don't care what she does so long as it doesn't put anyone here in danger."

I glanced at Fry and Alex, who unfortunately were looking at me. "Me?"

Nik nodded dramatically slowly like he was explaining to a child. "Yes, Newt. You. Go."

Alex shot me an apologetic look, a sign he wasn't going to step in and save me. Recently he had been more careful not to disagree with Nik, likely an attempt to fix whatever was going on between them.

"I don't think that's—"

A second later, Nik was hauling me up and shoving me in a vague direction. The next second, he was sitting down and beginning another rant. I sighed and went to go find the star of my dreams.

"You can tell Nikolai that he can go f—" Y/n cut herself off with a sharp breath. "'I'm not an owl.'"

"What?"

She waved my question off and lay back down. A book rested in her stomach, one of her fingers tucked between the sun bleached pages. Golden light lingered over her, trailing over her skin like my fingers used to. She looked angelic bathed in the sun, but she was far from it now.

"Where did you get that?" I asked, looking at the sandstone rock she was sprawled on top of. She had refused to answer my questions until I climbed up, upon which I found the reason for her lack of answers was that she was deeply entrenched in the book.