The promise | Newt fanfic| book one|

-chapter 9: Took a turn for the worse-

"Get all the pans you can grab Chuck!" Robyn shouted over, grabbing the wooden spoons from Fry's draw

"I'm trying, but i have stubby arms, It's hard you know" He replied.

She snorted and continued grabbing the spoons. It had become quite difficult as she nearly had the whole draw in her hands.

"Hey Rob, what are you......oh my!" Fry had ran in his kitchen to be greeted by Robyn.

Robyn currently had a pan on her head and one rested under her arm. In her hands. she had piles of the wooden spoons.

"Why are you looking at me like that, do i have something on my face?"

Fry just stood in front of her, his jaw almost touching the floor.

"Maybe it's the fact you have a pan on your head, and what's in your hands?" He gasped as he looked down.,"MY SPOONS!"

Robyn attempted to hide the pile, some dropping on the floor as she did. Fry began to pick them up.

"I'll be careful with them or i'll try to be" She said glancing at the floor, " I'm just trying to bring the mood up!"

"What are you doing with them?"

Chuck had walked in. It looked like he was being smothered in pans.

"We are doing a routine Frypan, and we are going to look amazing, just you wait and see"

"If you want to use my spoons, i'm being a part of this" He rested his arm on the counter, a smug look on his face.

"Deal" Chuck and Robyn answered in unison.

"Let's get this show on the road boys!"

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They had rehearsed. They had perfected. They had made their outfits. They had muddied their faces. They were ready!

The trio walked towards Newt, Zart and Thomas who were working at the the gardens. By the looks of it, Thomas wasn't doing much.

All three had lines across their face in mud. Robyn's hair had been braided, a bandanna weaved in and her new outfit was on. She had used an old T-shirt of a glader, which was way to big.The sleeves were ripped and the bottom was folded up, creating a crop top which made it fit better. She had a pair of cargo trousers on and her usual combat boots on her feet.

The trio strutted their powerful walk over to the other three boys. They did not know what was coming.

Newt had looked over as they made their way. His eyes widened as they moved closer. What was going on?

He noticed Robyn with the two boys, looking very different then usual. Nevertheless, she still looked as stunning as she always did to him.

Thomas wondered what he was staring at until her saw the trio in the distance.

"Why are they dressed like that?"  His face was scrunched up in confusion.

"I don't know, but i think we are gonna find out!" Newt chuckled to himself, stopping his work and dropping the contents in his hands.

The two boys arrived first. Robyn behind them but in the middle.

The three other boys stood and stared, Newt trying his best not to laugh. His eyes wouldn't leave the girl, why did she look so good all the time?

"Right boys, your in for a treat" She gestured to them, "Let's go"

Fry chucked her a pan, she caught it as it span through the air. Slamming it on the floor, she began to play a beat, Fry doing the same, with two spoons.