It was the first night Thomas had gotten there, during the bonfire. You however weren’t down there with the other gladers. You were sitting on top of that treehouse thingy (the one Teresa was on, I forgot what it was called lol) looking down at the rest of them, legs swinging over the edge. You barely heard Newt behind you when he came up. “Hey, there you are! You’re missing all the fun down there.”