I woke up in Newt's arms.
Right. We fell asleep together...
I struggled to get out of his strong grip, proceeding to wake him up too.
"Where are you going (Y/n)?" Newt asked, sounding like a small child, as he sat up and rubbed his eyes.
"Frypan needs me for breakfast." I state plainly.
He nods and just points over to the kitchen. I smile and run off.
"Where the hell have you been slacker?"
Frypan continued to scold me.
After I explained, he calmed down. He grabbed eggs and told me to start the pancakes.
(Timeskip)
I passed out the breakfast plates to the boys. Nothing much. When my shift was over I untied my apron and set it on the wooden table in the back room. I took my (h/l) (h/c) out of the (small/large) ponytail I put it in and brushed it with my fingers. The sunlight came through the window and I could see the dust.
"Hmph. I guess I could clean." I said, "This place could use it.
I grabbed a broom, clearly barely used, and began sweeping. Once the floor was clean I grabbed a duster. Cleaning the shelves, something sparkled. I looked at it curiously and grabbed it. It was a bottle of something. The stuff was a metallic blue and swished around when I moved the bottle. I quickly looked around and shoved it into my pocket. Newt ran in and grabbed my shoulder and I jumped.
"What's up?" He asked. His eyes wandered to the duster I was holding. He seemed confused.
"I'm cleaning up. It's dirty in here."
"I know that. Why?" He asked.
I shrugged. "Trying to be nice."
He looked at a table and grabbed the other duster. He started to clean the cabinets out. I smiled and continued to clean up.
By the time we finished, the Runners came back and the Doors started closing.
Newt just started laughing. We had been cleaning for hours. I had to take breaks in between to give the boys food. I had gotten to know Newt a lot better. We sat in the grass, admiring the night sky. I sighed quietly. There were stars, like a normal sky. But something felt off about them. I couldn't put my finger on it. We looked over when we saw smoke rise from the middle of the field. The fire had been started up again. I got up with Newt and walked over to Minho. They were all drinking weird things and yelling at each other. The night went on. We danced, for some odd reason, we yelled and screamed things to the walls and to whoever put us there. We broke things and smashed them. But all smiling faces get bruised......
