Newt has always felt like something was missing from his life. What did he have that left such impact on him? Or who?
Ariadne is a girl with a dark past. Her father went missing testing a dangerous machine. Her brother was taken from her. The boy s...
"Are you done yet?!" Newt called to her through the door in a whiny voice.
"Almost! Five more seconds!" Ariadne replied with a sigh.
"You said that ten minutes ago!" She complained. "If you don't hurry up the food will get cold before we even-"
His sentence was cut short as she swung open the door to greet him. Newt's eyes bulged and he inspected Ariadne from her suede cream boots to her hair that was falling in lustrous waves down her back and over her shoulders. The dress she wore looked like a loose long sleeved button down shirt made with black silk and cinched at her waist with a black mesh corset embroidered with tiny flowers. The dress flattered every curve of her body and he had to stop his line of sight from dipping to the plunge of her neckline.
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It was at this moment when it truly hit him that they were not those same thirteen year olds. She was not a little girl anymore. She was a young woman, and a very attractive one at that. Through those oversized clothes he never noticed her figure, but now that he had, he couldn't take his eyes off her.
"You look...ethereal." he complimented.
"Thanks, I figured that black was appropriate." She shrugged as if it was no big deal but was secretly very proud at the reaction she got from Newt.
She had picked out a cream coat but decided it was warm enough to go without. The boy gawked at her some more before she held her arm out to him. He took it gladly and they left their cabin together. As they approached the mass of people gathered in the hall, Ariadne took in what everyone else was wearing. Most girls had gone for a similar look to her with simple dresses, boots and coats to stave off the cold. The boys hadn't bothered as much, all in jeans and shirts with black leather boots. That was exactly what Newt was wearing too. Ariadne thought he looked quite appealing in it, but then again she always found him attractive.
This commemoration wasn't as informal and crazy as bonfire night. This was elegant, elaborate and sophisticated. There were drink tables and dessert bars and dinner buffets. No one gorged themselves in case of the unlikely event of spewing. Most people stayed away from the drinks table unless they found something safe that they were positive was either water, fizzy drinks, juices, coffee, hot chocolate... basically anything non-alcoholic. Minho had been a perfect example of what could happen last time. Ariadne dragged Newt straight over to the dessert bar and headed for the cheesecake but he stopped her.
"Gorgeous, you can't have dessert before dinner. It's one of the main unspoken rules in the Glade you know." He instructed her. She paused for a moment and looked from Newt to the cheesecake. Then from the cheesecake to Newt and from Newt back to the cheesecake and finally from the cheesecake to Newt. She decided what she wanted.
"Shuck your rules." She said plainly and continued on her way to the cheesecake.
Newt grinned and shook his head, unable to contain his laughter. What had this girl done to him? He couldn't imagine ever wanting anything different from her. She was perfect for him, everything he had ever wanted or needed. Ariadne cut a huge slice for herself and began digging in as soon as she got her hands on a spoon. She groaned and looked up to the heavens, her left eyelid twitching.
