To be honest, I was super excited to get writing again. Thank you so much for your reviews! It makes me so happy knowing others like my story.

Fluff gloriousness beware. I figured I'd add fluff now before the story getss all shucked up with feels and such.

Raine's POV:

It's been about a week since Chuck arrived at the Glade. Ever since, he's been following me around like a lost puppy, which, I must admit that it's kind of cute. He's been given the job slopper due to his age and height, but I don't think he minds much.

Since not many Gladers have been getting injured lately, I help out Zart whenever I can. I love being outside in the gardens just as much as I love helping those who are hurt. "Raine, help pick some plums from the tree." He tosses a basket my way. I catch it and offer him a playful salute. However, when I walk over to the tree, I notice I am way too short to reach them. Just as I was mapping out a plan to climb the tree, Gally walks by. "Hey, Raine. What are you doing?" I look over and offer him a smile. "Supposedly picking plums, although I'm too short." He chuckles and walks over, picking me up by my waist and sitting me on his shoulders. "Better?" I grin and giggle. "Yes. Thanks, Gally."

Newt's POV:

Before Chuck arrived, I secretly requested that the creators send an instrument with the next supply drop. I wasn't positive what instrument Raine wanted to play, or played, but I figured they'd know. After placing it in my room, I pay her a visit in the gardens to have her pick it up. I can't help but smile when I think about how happy she'll be. I don't know if she'll like it, but I really hope she does. Shuckin' creators barely answer any of our requests, I wonder why they did this time.

I make my way out to the gardens, trying to figure out what to say to her to get her to come up to my room. After getting closer, I notice Gally lifting her up onto his shoulders. Jealousy rolled through my stomach when I heard her giggling. I swear, I felt my shuckin' eye twitch a bit. Who the bloody hell did he think he was? Just casually running his thumbs across her thighs like that. I shook my head and looked away. What right did I have to get jealous anyway? Even so, the feeling wouldn't go away.

Raine's POV:

After getting a good amount of plums, Gally sat me down gently. "There you go. Did you get enough?" I motion to my full basket. "All thanks to you. Thanks again, Gally." He offers me a nod before turning and returning to where the builders were gathered. I return to Zart with the plums, then set off to hunt down Newt.

At lunch, I see him sitting down by himself at a table, quietly eating his food. I smile to myself and walk over. "Hey, Newt." I sit down across from him. He looks up and back down to his food. "How're you today?" He didn't respond and kept looking at his food. I play with the ends of my hair. "So, I picked a lot of plums for Zart today." Newt gets up and walks out of the mess hall. A twinge of sadness runs through me. Did I do something?

After finishing lunch, I set off to try again. I couldn't deal with him being mad at me. I wonder why he's acting like this. I saw him talking to Alby, and decided it's best not to interrupt. I sigh defeated, and walk back to Clint to see if I'm needed.

After dinner, I sit down and think. What could I have done wrong? Did I smell? I sniff my armpit. No, I don't smell.. Did I say something wrong? I thought back to what I said to him. I sigh and shake my head. No, I offered him small talk. Maybe I bored him? I groan and put my face in my hands. What could it be?

After a little while, I try to find him again. After a whole day of him avoiding me, I think I'd feel better if he just cussed me out and got it over with. I spotted him talking to Gally. Both of them had serious expressions on their faces. I'm unsure if I should interrupt them. Soon, Gally storms off and goes back into Homestead, leaving Newt where he's standing. We meet eyes, and he turns away to walk off.

Now I'm starting to get frustrated. If I did something wrong, I just wished he'd tell me. I start jogging to catch up with him. "Newt!" I exclaim, but he won't turn around. "Newt!" I scream louder. Finally, he gives and stops walking, but keeps his back to me. "Yes, Raine?" Another wave of sadness. He usually doesn't call me by my name, only love. "What did I do?" He sighs. "I don't know what you're speaking of." I cross my arms. "You've been avoiding me all day. If I did something, just scold me for it and get it over with." Angry tears start to well up in my eyes. "I'd rather you yell at me and call me a slinthead instead of not talking to me at all." I add.

He sighs and runs his hands over his face before turning to me. "You didn't do a thing, love. It was my fault." I sigh. "Then what is it?" He looks away and rubs the back of his neck. "When I saw you on Gally's shoulders, I got a bit angry, that's all." I stare at him. "You avoided me all day because you were jealous of Gally?" He meets my gaze and nods once. "I know. Be mad all you want." I give him a stern glare before I can't take it anymore. I burst out in laughter. Newt raises his eyebrows at me. "Why are you laughing?" I hold up a finger and hold my sides. Was he serious? I wipe a tear. "Newt, you don't have to be jealous of Dally." He glances at me. "Oh?" I shake my head. "Just trust me. Good that?" He shakes his head and smirks at me. "Good that. C'mon." He grabs my hand and leads me to Homestead. "Where are we going?" He glances back at me. "My room."

We walk up the narrow steps and enter a room, which I'm guessing is Newt's. "Okay, love. Close your eyes," he instructs. I do as I'm told. I hear some shuffling noises. "Okay, open them." I open them and look on his bed. Sitting there was a wooden violin in a black case, causing my heart to flutter. "Is.. Is this for me?" He nods and smiles. "I um, figured you'd want to play an instrument. I put in a request last month for an instrument and, this is what they sent. I understand if you-" He can't finish his sentence before I run over and wrap my arms around his neck. "Thank you so, so much Newt. Thank you." I bury my face into his neck and he wraps his arms around my waist. "No problem, love."

I walk over and look at it. I sit down next to it on his bed and look closer. I run my fingers along the neck. "It's beautiful." I say, but it comes out a whisper. Newt sits next to me on his bed. "Can you try and play it?" I nod swiftly and carefully remove it from the case.

Holding it in my hand had such a familiar feeling. I couldn't quite place a finger on how, but it did. It felt like it belonged to my hands and my hands only. Putting it up to my face, I close my eyes and strike a note.

And another, and another, and another.
After a few seconds, it felt like my hands moved on their own. A gasp then a smile came from my mouth as I began to play faster. This tune was nostalgic to me; it was beautiful. It felt as if I wrote it myself. It was the best feeling in the world. I felt the goosebumps start to form on my arm.

After the song, I place the violin down and turn to look at Newt. He's wearing a soft expression with a faint smile on his face. "So, did it sound okay?" I asked him. He just shook his head slowly and said, "Even though I can't remember my past, I know I've never heard something so beautiful." He slowly caressed my cheek. "Or seen someone so beautiful." I put my hand on his.

And just like that, we were kissing.

It was slow at first, almost as if he was asking permission. I wrapped my other arm around his neck, showing him permission was granted. Soon, the kiss started to get deeper. His hands went to my face, down my neck, down my sides, and rested on my waist. Feeling lack of closeness, I straddle his waist and wrap my arms around his neck securely.

He trailed kisses from my mouth to my cheeks, to my jawline, down my neck, and to my collarbone. Our breathing became heavy the lower he went. He kissed me on the mouth and squeezed my hip bones gently, earning a soft moan from me. I run my fingers through his shaggy hair and tug gently, earning a groan for myself. As he started to trail more kisses down my neck and move his hands across my stomach, it clicked.

"Newt," He kissed me again. "Newt, we have to stop." He instantly removed his hands from my stomach. "Love, I'm sorry. I lost control a bit." I gently kiss him. "It's not that. I want it to, it's just.." I look over at the doorless door frame. "We don't have a bit of privacy... Ever." Newt lets out a quiet laugh and shakes his head. "We'll just have to get something done about that." I smile and put my forehead to his. "I've been waiting a long time for you, love." He says quietly, rubbing small circles in my back. "I've waited a lifetime for you, Newt."

"Good that?"

"Good that." I agreed, as he planted his lips on mine once more.