Nepenthe (TMR FF) UNDER EDITING

Chapter 18

Newt and I sat on the ground of the Glade, our legs crossed. He had started picking out random daisy's from the ground about ten minutes ago, and he hasn't spoken a word since. He's just been accumulating daisies, and he wouldn't let me see what he was doing to them.

"Done!" He finally announced, his eyes lit up with excitement. I raised my eyebrows, watching as he pulled out two daisy flower crowns from behind his back and crawled over to me. Without asking for permission or giving me any warning what so ever, he placed one of them on my head, and the other on his, grinning cheekily. He then proceeded to stand up, cupping his hands over his mouth. My heart skipped a beat. He was going to scream something embarrassing again, wasn't he?

"I AM THE KING OF THE GLADE, AND THIS WOMAN IS MY QUEEN! FEAR US!"

Everyone in the Glade turned to us, looking at Newt with slightly worried expressions. It had been over twenty four hours since he last had a drink, but maybe there was still some alcohol in his system, because he usually didn't act like this.

And then I realised what he was trying to do.

"Newt, please sit down. We need to talk."

"Well that's the scariest thing I've ever heard." He muttered, slowly sitting cross legged on the ground again. "I'm guessing my procrastination skills didn't work then?"

I shrugged, giving him a weak smile. "It worked for a little bit."

"So you like the crown?" He asked hopefully, a goofy grin making its way onto his face. I let out a laugh, nodding slowly.

"Yeah, it's pretty cute. But you're trying to avoid the conversation again, Newt."

"Have you ever noticed how Newt rhymes with cute? That must be no mere coincidence."

"Newt." I said, glaring at the boy.

"Sorry."

There was an awkward silence before I sighed, falling backwards so that I was lying on the grass. Newt did the same, turning his head towards me.

"So..." He started, trailing off and picking at blades of grass. I sighed loudly, looking up to the sky. This was going to be an awkward and tense conversation whether we have it now or later, so we might as well get it over with.

"What are we, Newt?" I blurted out, before I could stop myself. Newts head snapped towards me, his eyes wide.

"What do you mean?" He asked, confused. "You're my girlfriend."

"I know that, but after the past couple of weeks, I just wasn't sure." I explained, looking away. Newt sighed, running a hand through his messy, blonde hair.

"We just went through a rough patch, Emma. That's all it was." He tried to reassure me, rolling his eyes. I clenched my jaw, annoyance started to seep through my veins.

"We can't just ignore it, Newt."

"Why not?" He asked, his voice getting slightly higher. I tensed, looking away.

"I don't want to fight with you. Not today." I said, bitting my lip. Newt sighed, looking slightly guilty.

"I know, I'm sorry. We can talk about it if you want to..."

"I do."

"Okay." It was silent for a moment before I groaned. This was much harder than I thought it would be. I swallowed the lump in my throat, and ran my tongue over my front teeth, thinking about what I was going to say.

"Why'd you call me an idiot?" I muttered, glancing over at him. He shuffled awkwardly, avoiding his gaze so he was looking at anything but me. He cleared his throat loudly, his eyebrows scrunching up.