"So is this why you've been a slinthead for a while?" Vivienne asked as they left her new room. She had yet to bring her clothes and other stuff in there, but for now Gally and her decided to great the Greenie – or Vivienne might have convinced him to accompany her.

"I wasn't a slinthead," he scoffed crossing his arms over his chest glaring away, pretending to be mad at such assumption. Vivienne only laughed, but didn't make it any easier on him.

"So you're saying being a grumpy cat is your usual self, then?" She arches an eyebrow.

"Grumpy cat?"

"Yeah, you're right, I'm sorry it was very stupid of me. Your eyebrows look more like a taking of eagle," she chuckled, when he stopped in his track and rolled his eyes with his huge palms on his hips.

"You're spending way too much time with Minho."

"You know I'm ten times better than him." For a second she thought Gally would contradict, but as his mouth hang opened for few seconds he shut it and nodded with a glimpse of humour in his eyes.

"I think everyone is."

It wasn't so hard to find the new Greenie for he and Alby have been wandering around the Glade probably having the tour. Alby looked tired and annoyed whereas Greenie was visibly anxious as his arms were wrapped around his chest. When they spotted both builders Alby seemed to relax a bit.

"Hi guys," Vivienne gritted them. Before Alby opened his mouth the Greenie spoke up.

"Woah." His eyes were wide opened staring shamelessly at her.

"Um… hi?" Vivienne laughed, "You doing okay?"

"Yeah, yeah sorry just didn't expect to see a girl here, 'cause you're a girl, right?"

"Either that or I'm missing a thing dangling between my legs," she chuckled and the Greenie seemed to relax. "Remember your name yet?"

"Nope, sorry." Vivienne chuckled. He seemed slightly older than her and he had those absorbing emerald eyes, yet he was the intimidated one.

"Don't apologize. We all were there," she dismissively waved her hand. Alby shared a look with Gally and asked him to finish the tour, because he had something he wanted to discuss with V. She felt her muscles tensed, but she tried to play it cool. "Yeah, sure."

"You like your new place?" Alby started and Vivienne immediately relaxed as she realized he didn't hold anything against her.

"Yes, it's great! Thank you," she confessed with a beam gracing her face. "I just need to grab a pillow and covers and I should be good as ever," she tried to sound as excited as she could, because for once she actually was.

"Good that. I just need to ask you…"

"Yes?"

"Don't feel other rooms with Younglings," he requested firmly, letting her it was not up for discussion.

"Newt told you," she sighed. Why wouldn't he?

"He didn't. I found out, when I was helping baggers patrol the Glade-"

"Baggers?" She stopped in her track, her eyes widened. What? Or who? What the hell?

"Baggers are Gladers who patrol the Glade during the night, watch over the Maze Doors so no one unwanted enters it and they bury those who die in the Deadheads," Alby explained with a raised eyebrow like he couldn't believe she didn't know that. Honestly, neither could she.

"I've been here a month and I only learn this now? Why didn't I try-out to be one?"

"Because there's enough of them already. All spots are filled and we need more of others. After all not that many of us die and how many shanks can watch over a stupid door?" She nodded understandingly. "Anyway, how are you? Guys treating you good?"

"How long is princess gonna boss us around, huh?"

"Perks of having boobs, shanks."

"Nothing's for free, Vi."

"Yes, you raised them real good, Albert," she chuckled, hoping to hide her discomfort. It must have worked. "Have they… complained about me?"

"No, why would they?"

"I mean… I've had some special treatment and… you know it wouldn't surprise me if they did complain."

"Well I heard nothing, but I'll let you know if something slips out of them," he bid her goodbye and went to finish some of his job. Now she only needed to find Legend and tell him to pack his things. She hated she would no longer be able to comfort him, but if she had to she'd sit by his hammock until he fell asleep.

She found him at canteen (where else could he be this time of a day?) giving Gladers lunch. He seemed cheerful and she hated to break the news to him. Luckily he spoke up first.

"My least favourite girl," his smile betrayed him.

"Since I'm the only girl you know I'm also your favourite," she winked taking her plate. "Legend, listen there's something I gotta tell you-"

"-so Newt told you? Shuck, I wanted to tell you! But it's his room so I guess he had a right to."

"What are you referring to?" Her voice was high and squeaky as she took a step back in confusion.

"He let me stay for the next few days," he claimed, "And you'll be there to sing, won't you?" Vivienne had to think about that. She was surprised and glad, but also worried of what would come after said few days.

"If Newt won't mind… But Legend are you good to come out thereafter… you know, those few days are over?" Legend's smile never left his lips, which reassured her a tiny bit.

"Oh, don't worry about that." He waved dismissively. "We have a plan." Since when Newt and you are the we? "You're going to be there and I'm gonna fall asleep talking to you guys, next day we won't be talking and when I'll feel like I'm not with someone there and it will be alright I'll go back outside." Vivienne nodded, taking in the news.

"You think it'll work?"

"Newt said it's worth a try."

"Alright then, I'll think of a story for tonight. Who knows maybe after the bonfire tires you out you won't need anything to put you to sleep," she chuckled, believing it could actually work. She took her plate not wanting to hold the line any longer than she'd already had.

She looked around for Newt, but when she couldn't find him she took her usual seat and waited for others to join her. Ben and Minho shockingly weren't around just like Gally – but she knew he was with a Greenie. She ate by herself for the first time in a month and it made her slightly wary. Guys at the other tables were indulged into their own conversations though, some of them glance at her from time to time – she tried not to focus too much on that.

Not having anything else to do after lunch she went back to her chalet to rest before the party. She opened the door with a tired sighed that quickly turned into a gasp.

"Ben? What are you doing in here?" Her eyes were wide opened and she brushed her hair to calm her shivering hand. He didn't notice, instead he took a step closer with a smirk that made her gulp.

"I wanted to see your new place," he stated calmly and she inhaled sharply as she heard her blood pump in her ears. She didn't know exactly why she was so nervous – that's a lie, she knew exactly why, but she found the reason too dumb to acknowledge it.

"It's nice," she said finally, though the words did not give Gally's work justice, "I'm thankful to have some space for myself."

"I'll gladly keep you company, when you get lonely." She shuddered under his gaze, and this time she was sure he noticed. The choice of words made her wary – when, as if he knew she would.

"I'll keep that in mind." She wanted to run, but had nowhere to. Suddenly Vivienne felt the same uneasiness as she had first felt in Ben's room, but this time she was sure she didn't imagine it. He licked his lips slowly, while it curved into a smirk.

"You should tell me one of your stories," he muttered and took a step closer to her, "The ones I gave you the notebook for," he clarified seeing her puzzled expression. A deep frown took over her face as she wondered what to say.

"I wrote nothing in it yet," she confessed glad it was nowhere near for him to check it – and even if he did she ripped the song out (she wanted to high-five herself for that one), "Nothing seemed worthy to fill the space." She put the sweetest smile she could manage on her lips, hoping the runner would leave her be.

"Maybe I could inspire you somehow?" Ben raised an eyebrow playfully and Vivienne took a second to think of a right come back.

"I doubt you'd manage, I mean in a month you did nothing to unblock me."

"Maybe it's because I haven't tried yet?" Vivienne regretted her answer immediately, knowing instead of … she only encouraged him.

"Don't you have a job to do?" She tried to sound rude, hoping he wouldn't take it as playful.

"Yeah, right I should go." She relaxed immediately. "But don't think you'll get rid of me that easily." Of course. – She fought an urge to roll her eyes.

"I see you later," she moved aside, so he could see the door and take the message.

"Later," he replied, walking toward the exit, but stopped just in front of her, and she was sure he heard her gulp when he put a strand of hair behind her ear. With that smirk he walked out leaving her to realise a breath she had no idea she was holding. Yes, I definitely hate when someone touches my hair.

Hi guys! Sorry if I kept ya waiting too long. I had a good excuse, though. I was sick – conjunctivitis (nasty one) – and I couldn't look at a screen of my computer, in other words I couldn't write and when my eyes were finally better I needed to get back into the mood (which was the worst) but I'm back now and this chapter is sorta a part 1 really but I wanted to post it today so here ya go. Let me know what you think (reviews keep me going and yada yada yada we all know how it goes) and thank you for favoriting/ following.

billweasley07 : thanks for leaving a review. I'm so happy you like this story. Also sorry but I can't (or maybe just refuse to) spoil anything for you guys, though I'll say I have a bit different idea how to handle the plot (do sth different than books and movies but that's all I'm saying for now ;) )

Anyway, I'm working on a new story ( a one-shot – long one for sure), so not counting the part 2 for this chapter, updates might be kind of late, but I promise to do my best.

Alright that was the longest A/N ever so…

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