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“Time to get to bed,” the guard monotonously stated peeking only his head through the door into their sleeping quarters.
Thomas felt safe at last. This was an unusual feeling for all of the gladers, not having to worry about surviving the next day. The older teen boy with the glowing, light brown eyes was silently happy that it was time to go to sleep. He was worn out after everything they’ve been through, so to finally have a bed to sleep in was a miracle.
The young british boy agreed. “Everyone take the bed that they want to sleep in, I’m beat.” After everyone but Thomas and Newt took their places, there was one bunk bed left.
“I call top bunk,” Thomas yelled at Newt. The dirty blonde haired boy with the British accent that everyone seemed to love just nodded. He was too tired to argue, plus he wasn’t sure if he would be able to climb the small latter with his useless limp anyways.
“Alright Tommy, but I get to use the bathroom first in the morning.” That’s the one luxury that they weren’t used to, a bathroom. Newt was especially happy about this because of all of the sweat and dirt caked on them overtime in the glade.
Everyone hopped in their beds and slept through the night peacefully. In the morning, Newt washed his face and took a shower. He’d never felt better, well from what he could remember anyways. After all of the gladers memory swipes, there wasn’t much to remember before their life in the maze.
“You done yet?” Thomas asked waiting for Newt by the bathroom.
Newt smiled at the boy. He took the towel off his head revealing his still wet hair. “Why somewhere to be Tommy?”
Thomas smiled and stared. Newt’s blonde hair was now a dark shade of brown because of his recent shower. It flopped over his forehead leaving drops of water running down his nose. The tall boy was only in a towel covering his waist down. Thomas noticed that he’d gain some muscle in his abdomen area, realizing he was staring he starting talking again. “Put some clothes on, we have to head down to breakfast, c’mon.” Thomas threw Newt some khaki pants and a grey long sleeved shirt. After he got changed they headed down to breakfast.
When they walked in the cafeteria, Minho noticed them right away. “Hey, what took you guys so shucking long?”
“Newt decided to take a shower so I waited for him, didn’t know he’d take this long,” Thomas joked smiling at the blonde.
He just smiled back. “I’ve never felt better, there were no bloody showers back in the glade so I’m living it up. Now enough talking, I’m going to get some food.” His thick british accent could be heard by almost everyone in the cafeteria.
Newt and Thomas walked over to the table where the food was laid out. There was assortments of all kinds of breakfast foods, they were in paradise.
“How are you boys enjoying your stay?” A low, raspy voice sounded behind them. Thomas knew that voice, Janson. The brunette didn’t know the man to well being there only half of a day, but he knew he gave him the creeps. Newt had made his way over to the drink section. Janson noticed this.
Thomas got ready to answer him. “It’s great, way better than the glade of course.” Janson just smiled and nodded, and made his way over to his own table.
When Thomas got back to his table, he noticed Newt had already gotten back. They all gnawed on their food until there was nothing left except the plate. Noticing this one of the guards came over to their table and escorted them to the medical area. The rest of the day was filled with shots and vaccinations that would provide them with the vitamins and minerals that they lacked in the glade.
After that it was time for bed again. Everyone got settled in their beds while Thomas climbed up to the top bunk and Newt hopped in the bottom. The brunette peaked his head down to where Newt’s bed was, body hanging upside down. “Eventful day, huh?”
“For me it was,” the blonde replied, “I hate shots.” Thomas just laughed. “What? I feel really drowsy now and I don’t like it.”
Thomas shook his head. “Whatever you say, I feel fine. Re-energized actually.”
“Well I don’t, so please go to bed already,” Newt joked. He enjoyed these kinds of conversations, simple everyday ones. The ones he was used to were about surviving and running to safety. Now they were all safe, leaving there worries back in the glade.
Everyone slept peacefully again that night, especially Newt. The Brit woke up later than all of the other gladers. After he got out of bed, he went to the bathroom and found a note. ‘Didn’t want to wake you up. Headed down to breakfast.
-Thomas’
He decided to only wash his face so he could get to his friends quicker. That’s when he heard the low, raspy voice again.
“Avoiding me yesterday, are we Newt?” Newt could see Janson’s reflection in the mirror.
“N-no, just decided to go get some water.” He cursed himself for stuttering, he was always calm and collected under pressuring situations.
Janson faked confusion. “Didn’t look that way to me?” Newt was actually confused, what was Janson getting at? Why was he here?
He decided to get Janson to get to the point. “Why are you here Janson?”
The older man just smiled. “Do I have to have a reason to come visit your beautiful face?” Now Newt was very bewildered. What was he getting at? Consumed in his own thoughts, he didn’t realize Janson’s hands moving towards his shoulders. His hand massaged the chocolate brown eyed boys neck.
Newt jerked away. “I have to go.” He didn’t understand what was going on, but he knew he felt uncomfortable. When the boy tried to leave Janson gripped him by his waist, arms surrounding his torso. Suddenly the room seemed smaller to Newt. It got harder to breathe. He looked back into the mirror seeing his reflection, but he didn’t recognize it. The boy in the mirror seemed frightened and not in control. Even if that was how he felt he wouldn’t ever show it, but the reflection standing in front of him showed his emotions like an open book. Janson’s hands travelled down, lingering over Newt’s length. Tingles were sent to his spine. He wanted to scream, but his mouth wouldn’t open. The name he so desperately need to scream for help to couldn’t form.
‘Thomas!’