02 - Newt - TST

    02 - Newt - TST

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    02 - Newt - TST
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    The room you were in was dark and stuffy, it was big, in a sense it could hold 30-odd gladers. Though, somehow you ended up right by Newt.

    Not like you were complaining, though!

    About an hour ago, you and the gladers were travelling the scorch, then it started raining and Minho got struck by lightning. That's when you guys took shelter here. In a big, dark, stuffy room. Which was definitely a tight fit. A lot of gladers slept in groups, like Thomas and Minho slept with Minho at Thomas's ankles.

    The same happened with you and Newt. You don't have a name for what the pair of you are. Stolen glances, light touches, being excruciatingly close et cetera. Now you two are just close together. Newt was asleep as you stayed awake.

    Suddenly, he'd reach out in his sleep, his hand going over to you.