Original // Newt

Chapter Thirteen ~ Public

A/N I just wanted to ask, whos POV do you like more? I enjoy writing Newts, but it depends what you guys want. Please comment your answers! :)

Dasha POV

Its time. Me and Newt are going public. I'm excited, but also nervous, despite the fact that he will protect me.

"You ready?" Asked Newt, fidgeting. I nod. "Ready as I'll ever be."

And he kisses me. Soft and sweet. He takes my hand, and gently pulls me to the Lunch Room.

"Gladers! We have something to tell you." Newt yells, stopping everyone in their tracks.

It's silent.

A cough is all it takes to bring me back to reality.

"As you might know, we have a new addition to the Glade. His name is Joey, and he is about seven."
"We want you to be good, and careful around him. So Glader slang only, from now on."

The Gladers start to mutter and mumble amongst eachother, and I see Joey sandwiched between Minho and Alby. He looks happy, though.

"But that's not all." Newt said, grabbing my hand again. "Dasha is my girlfriend!"

I don't know what I expected - maybe a round of applause? - but all I get is silence.

Then Minho starts clapping, and is joined by Joey. Then Ben. Then Alby. Then the entire Glade is clapping. It's not very loud, but it's okay. I'm happy that it's all good.

Then everyone packs up, and heads to bed. Joey and Alby go to their room. Joey's taken a special liking to Minho, which is immensely cute. His intense purple eyes follow him constantly. Tomorrow, I will show him around. Everyone better be careful around him, or I will have to deal with them.

"Goodnight, love." Newts sleepy voice echoes slightly around the room.

I just smile, and snuggle into him. I'm wondering how Joey's doing, but I think he'll be fine. No one would try anything with Alby there. Would they?

I drift off, thinking of Alby and Joey being killed in their sleep.

You know, happy things.

That morning, I wake up, get dressed, and leave hand in hand with Newt. We sit down with breakfast at our usual tree, and he plaits my hair as usual.

We sit in happy silence, until a bouncy Joey arrives, Alby not far behind.

"Newtie! Dasha!" Joey jumps at me and hugs me, leaving Newt alone (wisely).

"Hello, little mister!" I ruffle his dark hair. "How was last night, Alby?" I glance at the clearly exhausted leader, who sits down with a groan.

"Newt, can you take over for today?" Alby asks.
"What!?" Newt and I say at the same time. I squeeze his hand.
"Um, sure." Newt regains his composure and continues braiding my hair.

"Great." Alby walks off, looking like a zombie, presumably back to bed. After my hairs plaited, Newt and I go our separate ways.

Joey's coming along with me, reluctantly. He seems entranced by the Glade, and all he cares about is the Deadheads.

Which is not nice at all.

I take him to the Slammer. "I'll lock you in there if you don't shut up!" I mock.
"You can't do that!" The small boy pouts.
"Of course I can; I'm second in command!"
Joey is on his best behaviour for a grand total of... Two minutes.

I bring him to the Infirmary, but the tour stops there. I can't bring him to the Runners hut - then he'd see the pictures of the Maze stuck everywhere.

Alby was very clear - he cannot know about the Maze.

I still don't know why he's here: what's the point? He's young, we are all young! But a seven year old boy? That's just mad.

We find Newt in the Fields. I decide to find someone to look after Joey tomorrow, because I do have jobs to do.

I work with him, while Joey sits on the outskirts and sings. I think he was singing - he may have been telling a story.

But Joey has begun to use Glader slang, and it is so cute to be called 'Shuckface' by a tiny, squeaky voice.

"Newt?" I ask.

"For the last time, love, just ask the bloody question!" He chuckles, shaking his head.

"Fine! I just won't ask." I turn away, hiding my small smile.

A few seconds later, he gets curious.

"Loooovvveeee, what is it?" He pesters, but I continue to ignore him.

Eventually, he leaves it.

We end up in the Kitchen, as Joey wants a sandwich. Frypan is fine with it, although he moans a bit at first. I leave Joey with Newt, and go in to help.

We make a delicious meal of roast potatoes and carrots, plus Yorkshire Puddings. (If you don't know what they are, look them up. Also, what!??)

The meal is good, so we deliver it. I meet Newt by the tree, and we swiftly head to bed - after asking Luke to take care of Joey for the next while. He agrees, as me and Newt are second in command.

A/N Heya! I've had quite a bit of WB - as you can probably tell. Hope you enjoyed, and I promise the next chapter will not be a filler - I think. Chapter 15/16 will have some interesting events though, so look out for that!

I'm rambling. Go, go now!