AN: I promise I'm not suddenly changing the whole thing, I plan to switch back and forth but there'll probably be more of the girl because I don't want to misportray Newt. If you think I got something about him or any of the other characters wrong, just tell me.

Newt POV

"No, I did not." Minho declared. "If you'll excuse me." He stood and pushed away from the table to get in line again. I followed him; I'd had the longest route today and I was bloody starving. We came back and Chuck was interrogating the girl again. Poor Greenie. She listened to him as she slowly ate her dinner. She didn't look like she'd eaten much, maybe she was still nervous. The Glade was a lot to take in in just a few days.

"...Cooks, Track-hoe's, and Builders. I don't think you'll be a Builder though. Gally's in charge of them. He doesn't seem like he's a fan of yours." Chuck decided. "Or mine."

"Gally's not really a fan of anyone." Ben put in. Greenie bit her lip, frowning. Chuck saw her face and giggled.

"It was worth it though, wasn't it?" He grinned. I raised an eyebrow.

"What was worth it?" I asked, concerned. She hadn't been here long and it sounded like Chuck had already gotten her in trouble. If anyone had it in them to hit a girl, it was Gally. I didn't want her getting hurt. It wasn't much fun watching Gally shout at Greenies and at the very least most of them could shout back. Or, they had the ability. Mostly they just resorted to violence, but I'd expect girls don't solve problems by hitting each other.

"Greenie here saved my life today." Chuck informed us, grinning at her. Confused, I looked towards the Greenie. She rolled her eyes and shook her head.

"Alright, well, you saved me from getting beat up. It's close enough." Chuck corrected.

"Chuck, what did you do?" Minho raised an eyebrow. "Alby told you to slim it with the pranks, shank."

"Yeah, but you should've seen his face." Chuck defended, grinning. Ben groaned.

"Tell me you didn't." He said. "You gotta stop screaming at people in the bathroom, kid. It's not cool." Chuck looked disappointed.

"Of course it's not." I put in. "But you're just taking the mickey out of him for it because he got you last week." The girl bit her lip, like she was trying not to laugh. It was kind of cute, actually. I shook my head. Got to get rid

We finished dinner later then the others; we'd gotten there late and we'd been talking enough that we were nearly the last ones. We put our dishes back, then I went upstairs with the Greenie. I sat on the edge of my bed and started to take off my shoes as she sat down across from me.

"You have a good day, Greenie?" I asked. I dropped my shoes and they fell under the bed. She shrugged. "You're feeling chatty, aren't you?" She rolled her eyes and pulled her shoes off, then laid down on her bed. She thought better of it and shifted, pulling the blankets over herself. I smiled.

"Goodnight then."

Her eyes closed. Not long after, so did mine.

The next day, she was in the gardens. She'd been working for the better part of the morning, so far she seemed to be focused on the job. I think she liked the Gardens.

My day off was today and I'd been walking around with nothing to do. Alright, there were things to be done, I'm sure. But I didn't feel like working. Mostly I'd been taking laps and strolling casually by the Gardens. Not on purpose of course, I just happened to be in the area for no reason at all but there wasn't any harm in being friendly when I went past, now was there? I was halfway back again, near the Homestead and the Kitchen.

"Newt!" Frypan called out. I was pulled away from my thoughts.

"Mm? What?" I looked up. He was holding something.

"If you're gonna keep walking by there like a creep, at least bring them lunch." He said, shoving two plates into my hand.

"I don't know what you're-"

"Just take it over, shank." Frypan grinned. I sighed, but continued on and made it back around to the Gardens. I handed Zart, the Keeper, one of the plates. I don't know what the other Track-Hoes were doing, but none of them seemed to be around.

"Thanks, man." He nodded.

"Erm, where's the Greenie? I've got hers too." I told him. He pointed towards where she was kneeling and going through one of the rows of plants.

"Strawberries." He said, his words muffled from stuffing nearly the whole sandwich in his mouth. I nodded and walked over to her and tapped her on the shoulder. She turned.

"Hungry?" I asked. I handed her lunch. She left off looking at the strawberries, then accepted it and sat down to eat.

Thanks she mouthed, grinning.

"Still quiet as ever, I see." I observed. She pursed her lips.

"Sorry." I offered. "Anyway, that's lunch. I've got today off this week so I figured I'd come by the gardens." And actually stop to talk this time. That, and I had their lunch. She nodded.

"I know that maybe you don't want to but, I don't suppose you've...are you sure you can't speak? I don't mind, personally. But it'd be really helpful if you could. It's Nick, mostly. And Alby, but I suppose that's to a...lesser...extent." I managed. She shook her head sadly. She looked miserable.

Well, it was my day off and I was going to do what I pleased. If she wasn't going to talk to me I might as well get her to listen. After all, I had been the one to upset her. It was only fitting that I fix it. I sat down next to her. Having finished her sandwich, she set the plate in the grass next to her and looked at me.

"Do you like being a girl?" I asked, changing the subject. She looked confused, then shrugged.

"Suppose it's not as nice being a girl here though." I commented. Bloody hell, I'm boring myself. Who knows how long it's been since I talked to a girl? I searched for something to talk about.

"What's your favorite color?" I asked suddenly. She smiled. She had a lovely smile. She pointed up.

"The sky? What, blue?" She nodded.

"Why blue?" I asked. She shrugged. Again, she pointed upwards.

"You like the sky? Well, we've got a lot of that here." I told her. She pointed to me.

What's yours? She mouthed.

"What's my favorite color?" She nodded, waiting for my answer. I looked into her eyes. Bright, vibrant green. A brilliant forest.

"Green." I answered.

Why?

"Um...grass. I really like grass. Like...a lot. I-I'd marry it if I could, truly." I managed. I glanced at her. She looked like she was trying not to laugh. Oh, she's not getting out of this.

"I saw that. How dare you insult my one true love?" I frowned at her. I stroked the grass next to me. "Don't worry grass, I won't let her mock you like that."

She laughed. Just like that. It was soft, but coming from her it was practically resounding off the walls.

"You know, I reckon that's the first sound I've heard you make." I observed. "Well, that and that kind of shriek you gave off when Minho sort of tackled you the other day. But I don't think that counts, it was involuntary."

She raised an eyebrow.

"Alright, unless you laughed on purpose to make me feel better about my own terrible jokes then I suppose that wasn't exactly voluntary either." I amended. "But you laughed because you thought it was funny."

She considered this, then shrugged.

"Excuse you, Greenie. I'm hilarious."

She smiled innocently, then tore up a handful of grass and threw it at me. I gasped.

"You murderer!" I exclaimed. "That was beautiful, innocent grass! What have you done to...you know what, I'll fix it myself." I started picking up the grass pieces one by one and putting them back in the spot where she'd torn them up. She burst out laughing. Then suddenly she stopped.

"Newt!" Zart's voice came from behind me. "Quit distracting the Greenie, she's supposed to be getting the strawberries."

I stood, then gave a hand to the Greenie and helped her up. Zart took her plate and gave both of them (hers and his) back to me.

"Sorry." I muttered. "I'll just...take these back then."

She waved at me as I walked back, then brushed the grass from her clothes and picked up where she left off.