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Thomas POV

Max and I fell asleep in the deadheads. I had my arm around her shoulder and she was holding tight around my waist. She looked so adorable asleep. Of course I couldn't say that to her. She'd never let me live it down. But the way she clung onto me made me want to get her out of the Glade. She desperately wanted to be a runner but I couldn't let her. She would get stung. And recently I have been feeling strange. Like something weird is going to happen. A girl showing up in the Glade had to mean something.

"Thomas?" A sleepy voice said.

"Heeeeyyyyyy. Why don't you go back to sleep?" She held on tighter around my waist.

"I'm tired." He tried to open her eyes. "Thomas?" She held on slightly looser. "Where's Newt?"

"He's sleeping." She sounded almost drunk. But sweetly. Like a drug. She wasn't really conscious. She never really remembered anything when she was tired. She also didn't filter her words.

"Can you take me to him?" She said nestling further under my arm.

"I'll take you to bed. How about that?" She nodded. I picked her up and she wrapped her short legs around me. She had her arms around my neck. Like a monkey. Like a child. I carried her back to her bed and laid her down.

"Thank you." She said.

"Thank you." Newt said from behind me.

"You're a good kid you know, Newt?" I told him. He was now sitting up.

"Thanks. You're really good to her. She really likes you Thomas."

"She doesn't like me Newt." I stopped myself and remembered I promised Max I wouldn't say anything. "She wouldn't do that."

"It was good today. Even though she ran off it was good. She lingered before she pulled away."

"I know shank. Get some sleep."