If There Is A Light

Chapter 14

"If ya ain't gonna tell me your name, what am I supposed to call ya?"

Newt had a point. She had learned that the term Greenie was for the new boy (or in her case: girl) every month. She had been in the Glade for almost a month now, give or take a few days. Her term as the resident 'greenie' was almost up and no one knew who she was.

She really did want to tell Newt. The boy with the enchanting accent had officially stolen most of her thoughts and free time. She did not mind in the least. She would give him every second if she could. She was no longer scared to admit (to herself) that Newt had successfully captured her affections. She was embarrassed to admit that she was scared to talk though. He was so intimidating to her. Very charming and so... and she was so... Nothing she could say would ever be the perfect sentiment she wanted it to be. There was also a small part of her that was scared when she did speak his goal would be accomplished and she would lose whatever alluring mysterious vibe she gave off. There would be nothing about her worth spending time with.

Deep down she knew that Newt was not like that, but she could not push the insecurity aside. She shrugged with a sad smile.

Newt knew several things he wanted to call her. Mostly his, but that was too soon. He had made it up in his mind that when she spoke to him he could tell her. Once she had done that he would know she was one hundred percent comfortable with him and then he would owe it to her to spill the thoughts that lingered in his head.

"Darlin' it is." It was came out and felt appropriate.

She shot him a look that said: seriously? Inside she was analyzing the possible meanings.

Newt shrugged, "Hate it for ya. 'Til ya give me something better you gotta deal with it. Good that, Darlin'?"

She let out a soft sigh and nodded trying to keep the grin from her face.