you stood up for newt, now you were facing the consequences. in the slammer, no food, no friends, no nothing. you were bored out of your mind, annoyed at the fact that alby decided to throw you into the slammer, just for standing up for his second-in-command, your closest friend, newt.

"fifteen.. sixteen.." soon enough, you got to 78 and lost count, questioning your own sanity, unsure why you even decided to count stars. loudly, too. not even trying to hide your boredom. you weren't tired, you couldn't just go to sleep. your idea? whatever this was supposed to be. counting some damn stars in the middle of the night, while the gladers were supposed to be sleeping. yes, including mr. second-in-command, newt.

not that you'd expect it, but someone started giggling. "are you alright, love?" the boy asked in his british accent. it had to be newt. he cleared his throat, laughing again when he saw the shocked look on your face. he knelt down, his dirty blonde hair getting blown into his face by the wind. "you sound like you're losing it already," he teased.

you roll your eyes at him, only earning a smile from him. he attempted moved his hair out of his eyes - unsucessfully, but it was the effort that counted. his hair clinging to his forehead, he raised a brow in annoyance. his eyes softened, though, the more he looked at you. he wondered why you even decided to stand up for him, when you knew that alby would punish you for hurting another glader - emotionally, or physically, it didn't matter. you broke a rule, which was what mattered.

"here," he whispered, handing you some bread. you'd think that frypan would scold him for stealing some bread for you. but what you didn't know was, that frypan was very much aware of what newt did, but knowing newt's intentions, he let it slide. "don't want you to go to sleep hungry now, do we, darling?"

it wasn't much, but it was still something. it was much better than going hungry. stuck in the slammer, missing out on both lunch and dinner. you've been here for hours already.