Count On Me ➵ Newt [1]

TWELVE | bonfire performance

▬I woke up early the next morning and felt my heart skip a beat when I realized I had fallen asleep with Newt, my head nestled comfortably in the crook of his neck.

I got out of his bed, trying not to wake him up, and exited the room as quietly as possible. I leaned against the door and tried to calm my quick heartbeat and breathing; memories of his lips on mine, on my jaw, on my neck - it all came crashing back and I had to stop myself from blushing deeply.

A small smile on my face, I went to the storage room with plans of tidying and organizing the supplies. Jeff and Clint were already there, and as soon as I stepped into the room, the two of them threw smirks at me.

"What?" I said, staring at them.

Jeff chuckled. "Nothing," he said innocently, though the twinkle in his eyes suggested otherwise.

"Hope you had a good night's sleep," Clint grinned at me.

My eyes widened in horrifying realization as I realized what they were referring to.

"Oh, God, this is embarrassing-" I stammered, hiding my face in my hands, but Jeff cut me off.

"Hey, hey, calm down, Rosa," he said. "We're not gonna tell anyone."

"Not unless you want us to," Clint laughed.

"No, no, please don't tell anyone!" I said quickly. "Also, for the last time don't call me Rosa!"

Jeff shrugged nonchalantly. "If you say so, Rosa. Now come on, we've got work to do."

When Newt woke up, I told Clint and Jeff I would take care of him and they shuffled away, leaving me alone in Newt's room. I heard them snickering and laughing outside and I had to resist the urge to march out there and slap them.

"Morning," I greeted Newt, handing him his painkillers and a glass of water.

"Mornin'," he replied, his voice croaky. "What are they laughin' about outside?"

"Nothing," I said quickly - a little too quickly, for Newt raised his eyebrows at me. "They're just being slintheads. Anyway, take your medicine now."

I sat on the edge of his bed as he swallowed his painkillers. Then I handed him his crutch and helped him walk to the door and out the Homestead. We headed to Frypan's kitchen, where Alby was already sitting at the table. He nodded to us in greeting and continued sipping his cup of coffee, his eyes trailing to my hand in Newt's.

"How's the leg?" He asked when we sat down.

"Better," Newt said. "It's a hell lot less painful than it was yesterday."

"Clint, Jeff and I have been discussing," I said, smiling at him. "You might be able to walk properly again without crutches in about a few months or so."

Newt's face brighten, hope igniting in his eyes. "Really? You're serious?"

I snorted. "No, I'm Rose. Wrong person."

Alby snickered while Newt rolled his eyes at me.

"I think you've been hanging around Minho too much," he said, wrinkling his nose.

"Did someone call me?"

Minho slid onto the bench beside me, striking a dramatic pose. Alby and Newt groaned at the same time while I laughed.

"What a queen," I smirked.

"You bet I am," Minho said, right before snatching up Alby's cup of coffee and stealing sips from it.

"Oi!" Alby barked, glaring at him.

"So how's the two lovebirds?" Minho asked casually, handing Alby back his cup.