𝓹𝓸𝓻𝓬𝓮𝓵𝓪𝓲𝓷 𝓫𝓸𝔂 // 𝓷𝓮𝔀𝓽𝓶𝓪𝓼 𝓼𝓽𝓸𝓻𝔂 ✿

The Treehouse

Me and Newt began working on constructing the treehouse just the next day. Newt was able to snag some extra scrap wood from the builders. Unbeknownst to Gally, we stole into the deadheads alongside Chuck. He lead us directly to the spot, and laid out a hammer and nails for us.

"Alright have fun, I'll be back in the Glade." He announces and bolts off before either of us can object.

Newt chuckles.

"That shank left us all the work." Newt complained jokingly.

"Well what's first?" I question.

"Not sure, lemme scale the tree."

"Okay, be careful Newt." I warn.

I sit back and admire him. He's incredibly nimble as he finds the perfect handholds and crooks in the tree. His hands on the bark. His bare feet, he is one with the tree.

He continues upwards and reaches the center, where the branches begun to splay out. He looks down upon me.

"Come on up Tommy!" He encourages me.

I take hesitant steps toward the tree. Unsure if I want to climb it. Newt made it look impossibly easy. He guides me through the motions and I eventually reach the top.

The center is fairly small, just barely accommodating the two is us. He sits against the trunk, and I do the same. Despite the fact that we both fit, he draws his arms around me and pulls my back into his chest.

The leaves shimmer and everything is absolutely wonderful. He is here with me, showing me a first real display of affection.

We stay like this for I'm not sure how long. The breeze swaying the branches ever so slightly. The sunbeams dancing through the slits in the leaves. Concealed here in the  willow, I allow myself to relax against him.

I let all my cares slip away with Newt's soft humming. The breeze strips me of my worries. I let my eyelids droop, and stay here pressed against him. The treehouse disappears from my thoughts as I stay present.

My eyes flicker open only momentarily as Newt swiftly brushes a leave from atop my head. He keeps one arm wrapped around my chest, and strokes my hair with the other. His humming melody lulls me to sleep, and I gratefully accept it.