enemies to lovers (y/n and newt) book three.

chapter twenty five: talking

Thomas walked over to the blonde boy, who was sitting on the beach in his usual spot. "Hey, Newt." the dark haired boy said, sitting beside him. Newt raised his hand, signalling he was saying hello. "Everyone's quite worried about you.." Thomas told him, Newt laughed a little. "Really?" he said sarcastically looking up at Thomas, with a small smile on his face. Tommy was happy to see that, "Yeah, they are. Especially Minho, you haven't spoken a word to him since we first got here.." Thomas said, looking out to the sea. The blonde boy sighed, "I don't have anything against him, it's just no one else really understands besides you. No one else lost someone so close to them." Newt said, looking down at the ground again. He wiped the right side of his face, which Thomas couldn't see. He presumed it was either tears or some sort of bug.

The boys sat for a little longer in silence, "You should come get some food, everyone would be happy to see your face every once in a while." Thomas said, the other boy looked at him. He thought about it then nodded, the pair stood up. The blonde boy took a deep breath and looked at Thomas, they both turned and made their way towards the group who were sitting at their own little fire. Sitting there was Gally, Chuck, Frypan, Minho, Brenda and Jorge. Minho looked up from his food when he heard footsteps, he saw Newt and Thomas walking towards him. He smiled, "Hey there, good to see you." he said happily looking at Newt. The boy smiled and sat down in between Thomas and Minho.

"It's good to see your face, hermano." Jorge said with a laugh. The blonde boy let out a small laugh and started eating his food, about ten minutes later everyone had finished. "Guys?" Chuck said, looking at everyone. Everyone looked at him, "Can you tell me some stories about the Scorch? And, if you want to.. maybe about Cranks? It's just.. I never got to see it." the little boy said. Brenda spoke up, "Well, the Scorch isn't the most fun place in the world. It still looks nice, but the heat is immense. Luckily, I was never actually in it too much. I was always indoors, this lot though." she said with a slight laugh looking at Thomas, Minho, Newt and Frypan. Newt talked after, which shocked everyone. "Like Brenda said, it was really hot. You ran out of water very quickly, even though some of the landscapes were beautiful it just wasn't satisfactory." Chuck smiled, "Well then, I'm glad I never had to go through that.." he said with a slight giggle.

Thomas looked around everyone then spoke up. "The Cranks are scary things." he said, Newt looked down at the ground again. "If you're far enough along, you start to not look like yourself. You can turn into this weird zombie looking thing if you're full term." Thomas continued. Chuck looked at him and started to ask a question, "I know this probably isn't the best time.. but what about before? Before you're all looking like a zombie? Again.. you don't have to ans-" Newt interrupted him, "It's not a good thing, it's vicious and it's painful. Wherever you were scratched or bitten is the most painful. When you're about.. to turn. You struggle to breathe, you find it hard to move. It paralyses you for a while before you actually become one. Then you have to fight against it, the urge to hurt people or even kill people." he said quickly.

He hadn't realised that tears had formed in his eyes and everyone was looking at him, "I'm sorry.." he said, standing up and quickly walking away. Chuck felt like he had upset him and ran after the blonde boy. He found him sitting on a rock, down by the beach. He saw from afar that the older boy had tears falling down his face, Chuck felt terrible. He slowly walked over to him, "I'm sorry Newt, I'm sorry if I made it worse.. I'm sorry." Newt looked up at him, "It's not your fault Chuck, trust me. I shouldn't have came over anyway, I'm a wreck." he said, as the little boy sat next to him. They sat in silence for a few seconds, "I miss her too." Chuck said, looking up at the older boy. "I didn't know her for as long as you did, but I still do."

"I think we all do." Newt said looking down at the kid. "Some of us more than others." he said laughing slightly at himself. The young boy laughed along, "She'd be very proud of you. She'd want you to be happy, you know?" Newt looked at the necklace around his neck, "Yeah.. yeah I do." he said wrapping his hand around the little cylinder. "What's that?" Chuck asked, seeing him holding on to it. "A necklace, Y/n gave it to me before she turned. There's a letter in it, which I read practically everyday." he said, looking down at the boy. "Wow.. I want you to know, I'm sorry you had to go through that experience. You know.. in the city. No one should ever have to do that." Chuck said, placing a small hand on the older boys' shoulder. "Thanks, Chuck.." Newt said, looking out to the sea. The little boy patted Newts' shoulder, before standing up and walking back to the group.