That voice! I know that voice!

"What were you thinking?," it asked again.

It's Newt. My head snapped straight, all the dizziness I had felt earlier faded away. Oh no, it's Newt.

"Greenie?! Are you alright?," his hands found my shoulders and he lowered himself to my eye level. His touch made my knees wobbly, but I locked my legs to stop from falling over. My eyes adjusted and his eyes were the first thing I saw clearly, they were so dark and lovely, I ended up just staring at him. "Greenie," he gave me a small shake.

"Oh, what? Yeah. No, I'm alright," I speak quickly.

"What were you thinking?," he repeated.

"I-I don't know. I've never b-been in the rain before...," I admit.

Newt sighs," Okay... yeah," he releases my arms. The spot were his hands were tingle, I reach my hands up to touch it and blush deeply. "Are you cold?," he asks seeing my arms wrapped around my shoulders. My blush deepens, "Of course you are, you're soaking," he takes off his coat. "But this won't help," he looks at his dripping jacket.

I let a loud laugh ring through the room and I hear Newt chuckle too. "I'm sorry, I don't mean to laugh at you," I said once I was finished.

"It's alright," he grins.

My eyes can now see the whole room, we are the only two here. As soon as I realize that, my heart speeds up. That doesn't mean anything... So much for avoiding him. I scan him up and down and see his thin orange tanktop is stuck to his chest and stomach, revealing the outline of his sculpted body. His hair is stuck to his heas and all his clothes were dripping. I turn away quickly, don't look! I focus on the rain outside.

"Wow, it came out of nowhere...," I whisper, as the sheets of water fall with no sign of slowing.

"It happens like that sometimes," Newt's body shifted against mine to turn and look outside.

Working in this room all day, I never realized how small it was. I walked towards the back to give Newt his space and hopped onto the counter.

"How long do you think it'll last?"

He shrugs," It depends. Shouldn't be too long now, if we're lucky," he turned to me with a simple smile that made my chest hurt. Another loud grumble, breaks the silence over the Glade. I don't like thunder, I thought to myself. I hate the silence more... But what do I say? Thankfully, Newt takes charge," How's the kitchen? You like it?"

"Yeah," I nod. " Siggy is really nice and I like having the afternoons off," I laugh weakly. "What about you, Second-in-command?"

Newt chuckles," It's actually quite boring," he crosses his arms, his muscles wet and slippery. I look to my dangling feet as he continues," There is no proper role for me to do."

"If you're ever bored enough, I'm sure the Sloppers would love help cleaning the dishes."

"I bet you're right," he laughs lightly. "It's really coming down out there," he looks back to the rain.

"Yeah," I agree, puling on a section of hair, smoothing it out. This isn't going bad. Why am I still freaking out?

Newt notices," I used to have long hair, you know?"

My mouth drops," Really?!"

"Yeah," he smiles, " Came to here," his hand signals just below his shoulder.

"I can't even imagine," I stifle a laugh.

"It got too hot," he admits, taking a step closer to me.

"I know what you mean," I wipe my cheek with my shoulder. "This kitchen gets really hot, I try to tie it up, but it can still be a little much. Maybe I should cut it too," I joked.

"I like you're hair," Newt's hand reached up and felt a small piece. I held my breath, Oh god! Oh god! He's so close. I hold perfectly still and wait to see what he is going to do next. Newt lets go," You shouldn't cut it." He leans away on the wall opposite of the counter, the space between us growing. My breath releases, I can't handle this.

"I hope the garden is okay," I manage to say.

"Oh yeah, it'll be okay. Zart has been preparing every night, placing tarp over the delicate plants, they'll be okay," he crosses his arms again.

"I guess I won't get to go on my jog tonight," I joke.

"Probably not," he agrees. "Billy told me about that. Trying to become a Runner or something?," he raises an eyebrow. The room is then illuminated by a flash of lightning, making me jump slightly.

"Uhm, no. Definitely not," I swallow the lump in my throat. "I just do it because I want to... I keep thinking it'll help me, I don't know, remember or something," I look at my feet again. Newt stays silent, so I keep talking. "Ben thinks I should come up with my own name, but I don't know. I still want my old name. I want that part of my life."

"I can see why," Newt speaks softly.

"I just... I just don't know." I glance up at Newt from behind my hair, he is nodding and looks like he is thinking really hard. "What are you thinking?," I look up completely.

"I'm thinking of girl names I know," he says still in thought.

I can't help the smile from spreading across my lips, that's kind of sweet.

"I was going to wait until the new Greenie comes... but, now I'm curious."

"That's right!," Newt realizes," When the new kid comes, we'll have two Greenies," he looks to me," Unless you find your name by then."

"Yeah, I know. It sucks. I don't really know girl names... Sally? Beth? Harriett?"

Newt threw his head back and his laughter rang in the air, i was so deep and melodious. "No, no, no," he shakes his head, still smiling. "Those are not you at all."

"Exactly! What names do you know?," I leaned off the counter towards him. He just grinned without a word," Tell me!"

"No," he refuses. "I'll tell you when the new Greenie comes."

"Ugh," I leaned back on the counter. "The rain looks lighter," I mention.

Newt looks out the door," Yeah, it is, still pretty hard, though."

"You're the expert," I mumble and thunder shudders in the clouds.

We both watch the rain fall, it was very therapeutic, almost as soothing as my nightly jog. My eyes shifted from the rain to Newt, his profile exposed his strong jaw. Wow he's so pretty. He's like a... like a... LIKE A FRIEND. Stop that! Newt turns and catches me staring at him, I look back to the rain. Blood flushes my cheeks and I sweep my hair behind my ear, Did he see me? He hasn't said anything... What even happened? How did this start? I mean, he is gorgeous, but I never really noticed before. Should I say something?

"Do you think the new Greenie will be a girl?," Newt asks me. It's like he can read my mind.

"I-I don't know. Do you?"

"Honestly, I have no clue. I wouldn't be surprised if they sent up two people or even no one at this point. They just want to watch us squirm, bloody bastards," h said still looking at the rain.

"Am I making people squirm?"

Newt's neck snapped back to me, his mouth open and eyes lost. He's so cute. "Well... I-I-I'm not r-really sure. Maybe in the beginning, but now, I think we've grown used to you."

"Do you want the new Greenie to be a girl?" Why am I asking that!?

"I-I don't know. I guess I wouldn't mind if they were like you..." I almost choked, Did he really say that?!.. Does Newt... like me? "I mean, you do your work, you don't complain, and you follow the rules. That's all I ask for," he clears his throat," in a Glader." Oh... yeah...Of course he doesn't... BUT, you don't like him either. Just friends here. Two friends watching the what Clint said, it's like a brotherhood and I'm a sister. "It looks like this is as good as it is going to get, I cant get you back to the Med hut," Newt grabs his coat from the counter beside me.

"uhmm... no, that's okay. I can make it," I jump down.

"I insist," he raises his coat over his head, a makeshift umbrella. He signals me to come loser by nodding his head towards him. Friends, I play on repeat on my head and my arm brushes his torso. "On the count of three, we run, okay?"

"Yeah."

"One... two... three..."