Newt imagines 2

The gladers

This isn't based off an episode i just liked the idea, and it leads on to more parts....
Btw sorry it's so long, I'm trying to keep them short, but failing miserably.
Enjoy.....

I was bent over, scrubbing away at the died oats glued to the inside of the pot. I rolled up my sleeves, brushed back my hair, leaving oats like dandruff, and went back the scratching away at the sticky flakes.
The horses were whining for a sprint in the dusky hazy of dawn, the cockerel's crow croaky. I sniffled away, wiped my nose and sighed. Why did the boys have to love oats in the morning?
"Mornin' y/n."
I looked up, Newt was dressed freshly in his fine leather, each tie in a neat bow, and the buttons cleanly popped through. I sniffled again. "Good morning Newt." I looked back into the crusty oat pot. "No oats today I'm afraid, but apples and bread are outside with Minho."

A chair creaked along the floor, and Newt sat down besides me. "It's not oats that I want." I gulped and lightly blushed, like the coming of the spring breeze. He leant forwards, running a finger down the ridge of my nose. It was surprising smooth, as if he spent hours tending to this one finger. Softer than mine. "Your nose is...so rosy."
I sniffled and smiled weakly. "I woke with a cold, that is all."
He pressed the back of his hand to my forehead, I could feel sweat dissolving through the skin. His eyebrows were knitted together, a small frown on his face and worry in his two beautiful brown eyes, they were like autumn chestnuts. "You should not be sleeping on the floor." His voice was concerned and ashamed. "I will have the people in the other room move out sooner, you need a bed."
I shook my head and squeezed his hand. "Don't. I am doing fine on the floor."
He scanned my eyes, flicking between the two, I want to not show my illness, but it was a war to keep my eyelids open. "Want do you want Newt?"

He was hurt, I know it, but what was I to do? We've rarely done a chat before, nothing near as intermit as this. He looked away fiddling his thumbs. "It's the queen's birthday. The King is holding a huge ball." He bit his lip. "We been asked to be the guards there but I was wondering... Do you want to go with me?" He faced me, eye to eye.
I hardly knew what to say. I stuttered for a while, staring into the abyssal pot. "What am I meant to say to that?"
The question was more for myself but Newt took it upon him. "Yes would be nice."
I sniffled and took a deep breath. "When is it?"
He retreated his chair a tad. "Tonight."
"Tonight?!" I exclaimed, jumping from my chair. I dropped the pot and fussed around desperately looking for my shawl. "Newt! Now I have to find a dress, cook you lunch... Oh no, do I need to bring a gift? I'll have to bake something, I don't have the money... But I don't have the time."
Newt laughed as I panicked around. "So will you be going with me?"
I paused and looked at my dashing friend, his hair splayed to the left and his eyes like a questioning brightness. I walked over to him, bent down and kissed his cheek. "I would love to Newt." And swiftly ran out in search of a dress.

I stood in front the mirror, the iron chain dribbled in my fingers, at the end hung the ring like a pendulum, swinging lightly. I clipped it round my neck, the cold metal burnt my skin and weight a thousand tonnes like a sin. The small circles etched into the top of the ring. There was a knock. I let it slip down my cleavage, hidden away.

I opened the door to Newt, his face was smiley then it fell in shock. His eyes scanned over my body, taking in each fibre in the dress, the splash of sequins round the waist, fading out into the midnight blue. Then his eyes fell heavily upon my neck and his hand instantly whipped behind his back. I rested a hand over the iron chain. "Is something the matter? Is it too plain for the queen's ball? Cause I wasn't sure..."
Newt's hand reached out and shut my mouth. "No! You look stunning."
I blushed, sniffled and smiled sheepishly. "Newt...." I bit my lip, twisting slightly. Then I saw he was sad again. "What's behind your back Newt?"
He stood servals steps in retreat. "Nothing. We should get going."
I leant round trying to glimpse whatever was in his hands. "Newt please..." I jumped attacking him, but he darted away, leaping into the safety of his room.