𝐒𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐁𝐎𝐘//𝐆𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐘𝐗𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑

Zart is a Good Boy

Song this chapter reminds me of
// Primadonna// MARINA

I paced around the hallway in the homestead waiting outside the med room. I stopped in front of the door once again, pleading with the person inside.

"Gally can you please let me in!" He shouted back, his voice muffled through the door.

"No way, you'd probably punch me in the face if I do!" I pressed my face against the door.

"Stop being such a baby!" There was a pause.

"You're crazy, you know that! You should be put in the slammer!"

"Ugh!" I kicked the door, which left my foot sore. I stalked out of the homestead. Walking around, not knowing exactly what to do with my free time. I eventually wandered over to Newt and Zart.

They were talking offhandedly as they worked.
Newt was crouched down tying plants to their posts with wire. "Hey." They both looked up at me in sync. Tinges of color spread across Zarts face. He put his head down, trying to focus on his work. Newt nodded.

"Hey." He replied. "What's up? Aren't you supposed to be with the builders today?" I huffed.

"I was. Until I hammered Gally."

"What?!" I rambled on nonchalantly.

"Relax, don't freak. He was trying to show me how to hammer something and I missed. I got his thumb pretty bad. Oh and then I dropped it on his foot." Newt sighed.

"Alright then. I guess you just won another day with the trackhoes." He looked at Zart for approval. "I mean as long as it's okay with Zart." Zarts eyes darted up to mine.

"Oh. Oh yeah it's fine." He seemed to be tripping over his own words. "Okay, um well you can just sit-Er, work right here with Newt." I accepted my fate and sat next to fair haired boy.

"Cool." Zart grabbed something from his gardening bucket. Settling himself next to me he held out gloves. His face flushed a pretty pink.

"I thought you could use these." He said sheepishly. I looked at him curiously.

"Oh. Thanks Zart." He blurted out quickly.

"No problem." I begun my task of weed pulling from a couple of days prior. Zart had wandered off to talk to some of the other trackhoes when Newt whispered in my ear.

"He likes you." Heat spread itself across my face. The back of my neck pricked itself with sweat. I hissed at Newt to keep him quiet.

"Don't be stupid." Newt smirked and said in a singsong voice as he nudged my elbow.

"He likes yoooou."

"Newt, shut up." He grinned wickedly, pleased with himself. He was clearly enjoyed my discomfort in the subject. He began to softly sing the same tune the other boys did from that one dinner.

"You and Zart sittin' in a tree. K-I-S-S-I-N-G." I shot him a warning look. Zart started to stride back over in our direction.

"Shut up. He's walking over here."

"Why?" Newts eyes widened. "Do you like him?!" Zart was nearing us.

"No! Just shut up." He raised his voice volumes in glee.

"You like-" I slapped my hand over his mouth, muffling his speech. I whipped my head over to Zart. I smiled as I restrained Newt.

"Sorry Zart. Newts being an idiot." He chuckled to himself looking everywhere but at me.

"That's not the first time that's happened."

"Yeah." I glared at Newt. "I can tell." Zart offered up a woven basket to me.