"So, are you and Newt a thing?" Chuck asked as he started cleaning.
I began tying the leaves together for the roof Gally ordered, "I don't know."
He gave me a confused look, "But, you guys kissed. Doesn't that usually mean two people are dating or something."
I chuckled, "Why so interested in my love life?"
He shrugged, "It's the only thing I hear around here. Everyone else is either telling me to get back to work or yelling at me."
I raised my eybrow, "Maybe it's from the pranks? You're either brave or stupid for a Greenie?"
He groaned, "When are people going to stop calling me that?"
"One more week. Don't worry, they'll have someone else klunk their pants in no time."
He picked up a small block of wood and held it up, "Can I keep this, Elle?"
"What for?"
"I want to make something for Mom and Dad when we get out of here."
My heart stopped at the mention of our parents. How could I tell Chuck that our parents are dead? That they tried to kill us when he was just a baby. I can't do that to him. He's just a boy. And I swear I'll protect him at any cost.
I gave a fake smile, "Sure, Chucky. I'm sure they'll love whatever you make."
He noticed something behind me and nodded, "Newt's behind you."
I turned around and there's Newt. I guess he wanted me to follow him because he began walking towards the Homestead.
I placed the leaves on the ground and looked around to see Gally busy making some sort of ladder. I looked at Chuck, "If Gally asks, I went to get more leaves."
He nodded and gave me a pat on the back, "Good luck."
I gave him a small smile before going after Newt. I'd understand why he would want to talk there. Not a lot of Gladers go there during the day, unless they're going to Jeff and Clint.
We climbed up the stairs and went to our room. He closed the door before sighing and running his hand down his face. The atmosphere just became awkward.
"Newt, are you - are you ok?" I asked nervously. He didn't say anything. He turned and looked at me with an expression I couldn't make out. I tried again, "Newt, is something -"
I couldn't finish my sentence. In three big strides over here, Newt grabbed my face and smashed our lips together. My eyes widen before they closed as I place my hands over his. Just like last night, this was slow, and loving, and sweet.
I furrowed my eyebrows when we pulled apart, "What was that for?"
"I wanted to see something." Newt panted.
"And what did you see?"
He smiled down, "You."
I smiled back at him. My smile slowly faltered when I remembered Chuck's words. "Newt, what are we?" He gave me a confused look. "I mean, is it you and me or you and me?"
"I would like to say we're us. I like you a bloody lot, Danny. You confessed to me yesterday about how much you like me. At first I thought it was out of pity, then you didn't pull back a moment ago. I just wanted to make sure you were telling the truth because I need to be honest with you, too.
The day you came out of the Box, I felt this strange pull towards you. I thought it's because you're the only girl here, and it'll go away. It didn't. Sure, it did with the rest of the Gladers, but mines never did.
My chest felt lighter when you're near. Your eyes have this spark when you're determined to do something. When you smile, the darkness in the world suddenly shines and stops. I like you, Danny. And I hope you did too. Turns out, I'm right."
I smiled, "I like you too, Newt. And I had this strange pull towards you too. And on my first day here, I had this feeling that I can trust you. Turns out, I'm right."
You guys always find each other.
Seriously? Out of all the times this Thomas kids' voice pops in my head. But, I could hear the smile in his voice. But, I'm too happy to care.
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A/N: *hands in the air in victory* They're offical!!!! Thomas ships Dannewt!!! Funny meme on bottom!!
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