Tricked (t.m.r.)

1.27 - Storm

"Rosie," Newt chuckles, lighting smacking my leg with his shovel. "Stop staring at me." 

"Request denied."

"Zart's gonna catch you and separate us again." He informs me while digging through the earth to loosen them. The track-hoes were going to plant some new seeds today, tomatoes if I'm not mistaken. Yuck, that fruit's nasty. I am aware that I'm supposed to be doing my job, but I couldn't help but keep letting my gaze travel over to Newt. Seeing him work is way too distracting, and honestly too good of an opportunity to not look at him. 

"It's okay, I'll come back when he's not looking." I sighed happily. "You're so hot when you're concentrating."

Zart's not here at the garden's with us anyway, he has a meeting with Frypan and the cooks. According to Newt, Zart and Winston would get together with the cooks to discuss meal plans weekly because the kitchen needs to know what they're able to get from the garden's harvest as well as the BloodHouse before they decide what they could cook.

Yesterday, I had helped the gardeners to pick insects that were crawling over the vegetables and dump them in the pail, to say those squirmy things makes every strand of my hair stand is an understatement and I had to make myself look away from the pail the gardeners had dumped the insects they caught in. I kept shrieking and pouncing away from the insects when they tried to escape when I caught them using a pair of wooden chopsticks, there is no way I was going to touch them. 

The thought of the pail containing creepy crawlies is more than enough to make me lose my appetite whenever I felt hungry before meals. I almost cried when I was told to bring the pail over to the BloodHouse to feed the chickens, and Newt offered to do it for me when I gave him a pleading look.  

Newt wipes the sweat off his forehead, oblivious I was swooning over him, "I would kill for one of those tiny umbrella hats right now."

I giggled in amusement, shaking the packet of seeds and pretending to read the label of it to look busy. There's actually no description on it other than 'tomatoes' scrawled over the packet in black ink. I started my tryouts at the gardens almost five days ago and to say I was excited to start was an understatement. It's not because I was looking forward to the dirt and the insects, it's because I literally get to see Newt 24/7. 

During this period of time, I notice that random gladers would randomly gift the boy tiny gifts they made, especially the younger ones. Newt would collect each one and carefully store them away in his harness or pockets, thanking each one of them just as sincerely. Now I know where all the clutter and trinkets in his room come from. It just warms my heart to see everyone taking a liking to Newt and showing their appreciation for him.

That boy deserves all the best things in the world. 

Another trait I discovered about Newt is he absolutely hasn't the slightest clue that I've been flirting with him for the past few days, and I've been having the best time making my pickup lines and words to have double meanings. Of course I meant what I said and it's so prominent that I like him, but I wanted to wait and see how long it'll be before he starts to pick up the signals. 

"Since you're here, come help me dig." Newt grunts as he pushes the spade further into the earth with his foot. 

I didn't want to move and smiled lazily at him, eyes fixated on the muscles that were flexing on his arms. "I think you're doing just fine by yourself."

"Rosie." He looks behind me, "Zart's coming."

"Alrighty, where should I start digging?" I immediately went over to the spot he pointed at, pulling out the mini spade I was handed by Zart this morning out of the ground I had left it standing earlier.