I'm finally doing one. I can't believe I haven't done this sooner. Do you guys want more newtmas? Any other ships you want?
"Hey, Uh, Newt. We're short a bed." Thomas said, standing next to him. Newt paused, looking around and counting in his head.
"Oh, look at that. I guess WICKED shorted us one." He scratched his head for a second, then shrugged.
"No big deal. We can make it work." Newt yawned, motioning to Minho to turn off one of the lights, which he did. The room grew a bit darker, but enough that they could still see.
"How are we gonna work that out?" Thomas asked, still skeptical. Newt shook his head.
"We can figure it out. Come on, we can ask for another bed in the morning." Newt turned to climb up onto one of the top bunks, and Thomas made a face.
"Uh....newt, that's my bed." He mumbled. Newt sat on the mattress and looked over the side at Thomas.
"You think I'm stupid, tommy? Get up here, we're sharing."