Newt imagines!

Situation about her

Part 2

Newt was his name. It was an odd name but it felt like it fit him. He looked like a Newt, you supposed. It made you wonder again what your name was and what you looked like. What if it was a weird name too? What if you didn't even like it?

You shook your head slightly, shaking off the thoughts. Enough. You didn't want to have another panic or anxiety attack from the thoughts that plagued you. Besides, Newt was talking and with all the consideration he'd been giving you, it was pretty rude if you weren't paying attention.

You kept close to the lanky boy ahead of you, following his every step out of the for- the Deadheads. That's what he called it, at least. He walked at a steady pace as he noticed how tired you were but as you noticed his dampened hair and sweaty, worn out clothes you guessed he was pretty tired too.

"Not much going on in the Deadheads. Just a place where we put the- uh, get wood from the trees, I suppose. It's quiet so it's nice and respectful."

He seemed to choose his words wisely as if he was careful not to scare you with something but honestly, what he wasn't telling you was what scared you more. It was like he was about to say something else, and respectful? Respectful to what? You furrowed your brows as you followed him, your curious thoughts taking over for a moment.

He noticed, stopping for a moment as you approached the clearing. You almost bumped into him since you weren't paying that much attention. You looked up at him with wide eyes as he spoke sincerely, "I promise, I'm gonna let you know about every klunk thing going on around here. It's a lot to take at once bu-"

"I can handle it." you declared sternly, putting on a serious expression to prove it.

He chuckled, had he sensed your fear behind your scowl anyway? "I'm sure you can, greenie, but right now we've got a belly to fill, yeah?" he says with a smile, raising an eyebrow at you.

As if on cue you felt your stomach grumble again and you held your side tightly, feeling heat rise up to your cheeks as you peered up at Newt.

His smile grew wider at the sight of you and he nodded his head motioning to follow him, "Come on, I'll have our cook, Frypan, whip you up something more decent than usual." he laughs and walks into the blazing sun of the clearing up ahead. He stops as you step out of the dense collection of trees now behind you both. You stop next to him and you felt his warm gaze on you as he said, "Welcome to the Glade, greenie."

You looked up at him then, stared for a moment before you blurted out a question you felt was stupid but were dying to know the answer to. "Why do you call me Greenie? And what's a shank? A slinthead? Shuck?"

Newt laughed. You thought you would be offended but his laugh was so warm, almost musical to you. In fact, it had made you relax seeing someone laughing in this place. "It's just bloody words we made up. Don't really remember how it came about but it stuck. Greenie is what we call the new comers, like you. Especially since some can't remember their own names yet."

You frowned then, eyes traveling down to the ground. Greenie. You didn't really like it to be honest. It just reminded you that you couldn't remember your own name. The word felt like it was alienating you from everyone else. You supposed you should just get used to it but coming from Newt it felt weird. All he's been was absolutely nice and kind to you but when he calls you greenie it just felt weird.

You looked up again at Newt and noticed a look of concern etching on his face, before he could talk you admitted, "I don't like it. Greenie. I know you can't call me anything else but... I guess I just-"

"I won't call you greenie then." Newt had said just like that.

Your eyes went wide. "Then what are you going to call me?" you asked before you could stop yourself.