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magine #6
Character: Newt
Word Count: 481
Warning: none
A/N: Felt like I should share some more imagines so here comes another. Just saying > this one's pretty good if I don't say so myself
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There was no possible way that he was going to drag you in this time. No bloody way. You were prepared, you'd just say no. Simple, eh? But when Frypan once again asked you to help out in the kitchen, despite the disastrous outcome from yesterdays "helping," you couldn't seem to say no. What a wonderful time to decide to be sympathetic right? It's not that you hate cooking, in fact you consider it one of your better talents. It's just that the gardeners tended to hang out near the kitchen often, and let's just say you got a little flustered around one of them in particular... After you spilling last night's soup all over yourself, you figured that Frypan wouldn't request your help anymore... but you were wrong once again. As you made your way to the kitchen in the morning, you mentally scolded yourself, praying that today's outcome would be considerably different than yesterdays. When you got to the kitchen, you put on your apron and picked up the sack of potatoes near the sink. Frypan was a little late, but that was probably because he stopped by the gardens to pick up some fresh fruit. You decide to start peeling the potatoes, the least you could do since you kind of messed up yesterdays dinner... you know, kinda. You hear the door swing open, assuming Frypan was back.
"Hey so do you think I should peel these and mash them or should we make baked potato today?" You turned around to signal a response from Frypan, but the person standing there wasn't Frypan. It was Newt.
"Well, if it were up to me love, I'd go with the baked potato," Newt leaned against the counter, picking up a potato and tossing it from one hand to the other. You could feel yourself blush, oh how much you just wanted to act normal around him. You've had an enormous crush on him ever since you could remember, and unlucky for you, you can't seem to communicate it well. Communicate it at all actually. Newt brushed a strand back from his eyes, glanced down at his hand, and smiled slightly. He walked up to where you stood, nearly frozen in place. He reached out his hand, depositing a small note in your palm. When his fingers brushed yours you could've sworn they lit your hand on fire. He then exited the small room, and when he did you let out a sigh. Surprisingly, things could've gone a lot worse. It was just then when your attention changed to the small piece of paper that was still tucked in your palm. You slowly opened it up, revealing one sentence of writing scribbled in ink. "I like you too." And with that, you collapsed against counter, reading those words over and over. It was then that you decided everything was a-okay.