Injured Feet & Rickety Hearts {Book 1 Completed}

//Chapter 46//

Hello guys, this chapter will be a little rushed, But next chapter... I will be calling it the Event split. That chapter will be a sort of recap on relationships, problems and characters. This will get everything organised before the finale starts to begin.
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It was the afternoon and we were still at work, but soon the doors would start to close and work would stop. I was helping Newt help the brick-nicks. Which in fact was the funniest thing I've ever done. Newt was standing on a box as he helped put a few new planks on a supply shed while I handed him the nails.

While all of this was going on we were coming up with new words, because somehow we got on the topic of glader slang. We were trying to come up with a word for someone who is being girly.

"Pretty-shank?"

"Nah, That sounds like a compliment. Rosey-boy?"

"That makes no sense"

We laughed as I passed him another nail, I was straining my mind, Newt made up the last two, I want to make one up now. I had no idea what to say, seriously we have been working on this since Newt started with the building.

"Chickie?"

That was the best one yet, ugh. Damn it Newt. I hummed, it was ok but still it wasn't as funny as the other words we have come up with. We need a word that perfectly describes a sissy. Like how I saw Harrison skipping, or when people gag on Frypans cooking. Or How Minho fusses over his hai- OH MY GOD I got it.

I gasped and jumped a few times as Newt got down from the box, cocking his head and looking at me strange. I was nearly laughing myself.

"Flaminho's!"

Newt's mouth fell open and within seconds we had both breaking out into laughter. This was the makeup of our whole day, my face hurt from laughter. If there was even a slither of sadness for losing my runner job, it was gone.

Newt wrapped an arm around my neck as we both continued to pant with laughter. Flaminho's, Minho was probably the prissiest dude here, secretly. I think Minho deserves to have his own word in the Glader's slang book.

After a few more minutes and several weird looks from other gladers we managed to reel ourselves in. Newt wiped his eyes as we left the brick-nicks worksite.

"That, my dear, was the funniest thing I've heard these long two years. I will be sure to use that"

We laughed in unison before pulling apart, walking next to each other though our shoulders were nearly pressed together. I smiled up at him as we headed off to see if the Track-hoes needed help. I was really loving his job, he just walked around and helped. Doing his best to make sure everyone was doing their work. Much better than being a runner.

I glanced over towards the Slammer, I wonder how the poor kid is doing being locked in there all day. This day seemed to have gone on forever, and I was doing work, I wonder what it was like for someone who wasn't doing anything.

It really must suck.

I'm glad that I'm not in there.

"Where to now Flaminho?"

"Hey, you can't use the word on the creator, I'm not girly anyway"

"Yeah you got that right"

Newt chuckled and I rolled my eyes, leaning on him slightly as we walked on. I didn't bother answering as we reached the gardens. Zart was standing tall with his arms extended trying to retrieve the corn from there storks. I smiled widely when he gave us a welcoming wave.