The Boy With the Blonde Hair

What are we now?

Newt and I just sat there, smiling and blushing for what seemed like hours. "Right, well we better go back to the bonfire." he offered my hand and I took it. We walked together, Hand in hand back to the fire.
Minho spotted us and waved his hand. "Over here!" He beckoned us. "What were you two doing?" Asked suspiciously with a hint of sass in his voice.
I rolled my eyes. "Nothing! He was just-um, never mind." I muttered as I realized there was no good way to word it without getting harassed. Minho pushed for an answer. "Well?"
"Just leave it alone, Minho." Newt snapped. But he didn't look mad, more annoyed. Minho wasn't satisfied with that answer. I went to sit against a log with Thomas and Andrew.
"So, Andrew, what's your job?" I asked. He looked uncomfortable. "TrackHo." he muttered then walked away. What was that about?
Thomas just smirked and he turned to me. "So whatcha been up to?"
"Oh not much. How bout you?" I smirked back. He just laughed. "You're not very good at starting a conversation." We just talked about stuff the rest of the night.
After the fire, Newt walked me back to his room. I realized that I hadn't showered since I arrived about two weeks ago and my clothes smelled terrible. "Do you, want to borrow a shirt?" Newt asked. I nodded and he grabbed a shirt out of his drawer. "It might be a little big.". I blushed.
"Um, do you mind turning around for a sec? I need to change.". He smiled and turned his back. I slid the dirty shirt off my shoulders and pulled the new one on. It was baggy on me, but it was fine. I slipped into bed and said, "Okay you can turn back now." He got into bed with me.
"Good night, my Gracie.". I fell asleep with his arms around my body.

A/N: wow this was a boring chapter and short. but I gave you two updates today.