The Glader: Newt x OC

Found Ones:

Zart looked the two of us up and down, "How did we not see this? Look at them Alby, they're nearly identical." 

Alby looked at the two of us, "I will admit. I knew something was up between the two of you. I didn't think it was this but it makes sense with you both sharing extremely similar personalities and all that."

Daniel put his arm around my shoulders.

"Now as for newt. One night in the pit for breaking rule 1."

Newt nodded. Zart and Winston led him away.

Daniel hugged me, "Oh man."

"Oh man," I sighed and hugged him back.

"This is crazy," He said, still with tears. "I never imagined I would ever have a family again."

"Well you've got me," I said and wiped a tear from his face.

"We have each other," He kissed my head.

        I felt bad after what happened. I knew Newt liked me but I didn't realize it was in that way. I didn't understand how he could like me in that way. I mean, I really wasn't that pretty and I am painfully awkward. Something inside me wanted Newt to like me in that way. I tried to squish down the feelings but over the last week I had found myself wondering more and more if there was or had been something between us. Something connected us, I knew it. I truly did love Newt. I loved his sweet personality, the way he treated his friends, and how he approached everything. He was loyal, kind, compassionate, and genuinely seemed to care for everyone except the occasional one. Newt's brown eyes were my favorite feature of his. They were always soft and liquid, full of emotion. Two pools of dark amber that lit up when he smiled or clouded over when he was deep in thought. I knew Newt was troubled by something. At times he went so still it was like he turned to stone. 

         I always thought love took time, months, maybe years. But ever since Alby hauled me out of the box and I met the sweet British boy with a limp i'd found myself thinking about things I'd never thought about. Things such as family, home, love, and the future.

              I approached the structures dug into the earth. I knelt in front of the bars, "Newt?" My eyes found the shape of a boy sitting in the darkness.

"Oh Zoe," He scrambled to his feet and wiped his eyes.

I sat down on the grass outside the prison.

Newt held onto the bars.

"Have you been crying?" I asked. My hand shot through the bars and wiped a droplet off his cheek.

"No," He shrugged. "It's the dust. Irritates my eyes sometimes."

"Newt, It's okay to cry," I assured him.

He smiled, "You're too sweet for your own good. I guess I should apologize. I overreacted with Daniel."

"It's alright."

He sighed, "I guess you know."

"Yeah Winston told me," I picked at the grass.

"Listen Zoe, I never wanted this to happen. I shouldn't have tackled Daniel but I was so out of it. I was bloody jealous of how you looked at him. Ben too."

"Newt, they're just friends."

"I know that now but I didn't before. The very idea of one of these shanks getting to call you theirs. I guess what I'm trying to say is. Oh shuck with it all," He grumbled.

"It's okay," I said quickly. My brain was still trying to comprehend what had just happened. I stood up, "I just wanted to make sure you're alright. No hard feelings?"