Requested by EquineLilly
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Morgan's POV

It was a hot and humid day in the Glade. My clothes were clinging to me like second skin because of the sweat. My hair was matted and even though I didn't usually tie it up, I put it in a bun. Also, I have finished three bottles of water already, much to Fry's dismay. Now, I badly want to go back to the homestead and sleep it off.

Though jokes on me because Alby was keen to get everything done by today. I was planting some tomatoes that came from the box this week, though if I were to be honest, I didn't have any shucking idea as to what the hell was a tomato. Then I remembered ole clever Newt. He seemed to know everything about the gardens.

I looked around, trying to find a glimpse of the older boy. I saw him tailing a frustrated Teresa and my gut plummeted. They seemed to be closer everyday ever since the girl came in the Glade a few weeks ago. Newt was the one who stayed by her side when she wasn't waking up, then everyone started saying that they were together. And here I was making myself sad again.

With a shake of my head, I decided to go back to my garden. I was determined to forget about Newt and my silly little crush on him. But seemed like life was adamant on making a fool out of me. Everywhere I looked, the lovely nature reminded me of the golden boy who would stay up late night with me when I get some nightmares. The sun that was permanent in the shucking sky, the earth that resembled his eyes though his was darker, or the smell of flower buds that could calm me down whenever. Oh fuck it.

I heard padded footsteps behind me and when I turned to look, I saw Alby with the permanent scowl on his face. "Greenbean."

A sigh escaped my lips as he addressed me with the same annoying nickname. "Seriously, Alby. It's been three months! I'm not the greenie anymore!" I yelled at him, sending him the meanest glare that I could muster. Though the slinthead didn't do anything but laugh. I watched him toppled over, his hands clutching his stomach and I huffed out indignantly. Annoyance was getting the better of him so I snapped once again. "What do you want?!"

Wheezing like a lunatic, he leaned against one of the poles and showed me one of those rare smiles he seemed to hide. "I know the weather is such a shuck so you can have the rest of the day off."

We stared at each other. My eyes were wide as saucers while a boyish grin was still on his face. As soon as the words day and off registered in my head, I came running towards the boy and tackled him. We were guffawing as I hugged the life out of him. "Oh shuck. Thanks, Alby! Thank you!" I repeated for a hundred more times until a shout erupted in the Glade.

I rolled on my side and saw Teresa calling out for Newt who ran towards the forest. My gut clenched once again and Alby, being the closest thing to a brother for me, pushed me encouragingly. I went after Newt without thinking. Again.

I bolted as fast as I could, tripping occasionally on the fallen twigs. I acquired some new scratches but decided to take care of it later. My mind was set on finding the blond and make him feel better. I passed by the deadheads, murmuring a prayer when I did.

My search ended near the stone wall. Newt was crouched against the wall, covering some of the old names of the Gladers who lived here. A sob broke out from his lips and I cringed. I wanted to tear Teresa's limbs or feed her to the grievers for making Newt cry.

I sat beside him. Newt lifted his head and I could clearly see his eyes, all red and blotchy for crying. Tears after tears continued falling down his pale face and I knew it was wrong, bloody hell I knew it was a sin, but I touched the side of his face. He leaned into my hand and I cradled the boy who was looking at me intently.

I felt my own tears brimming on my lids and I sucked in a deep breath. I had to set my priorities straight even though I badly want to crawl down a hole and cry. "What's wrong?" I asked carefully.

A sarcastic laugh made its way out of his mouth. Nonetheless, he answered, "Let's just say that I feel so broken right now."

"But why?"

Tucking his head between his legs again, he resorted to whimpering. I squeezed his shoulder and he murmured. "There's this girl."

Of course. I listened intently. Newt was tripping over his own words but I was patient. I loved him so much that I could sit beside him for hours as he talked about the girl he loved and how she broke his heart.

"Well, there's this girl. She's the most amazing and the most wonderful person that I have ever met..." Sure. Not like you have that much of a choice anyway.

"...and I loved her the moment I laid my eyes on that precious being. She's so happy and like my light in this dark world. And when I saw her with him, I just. I don't know. I felt like crawling down a hole and cry there forever."

I nodded understandingly. I knew how he feels. I could empathize with him a hundred percent but it hurts more that I have to watch him this way. I didn't want him this way. I'd much prefer him smiling and laughing with Teresa than bawling his eyes out here with me. So yeah. I think I was a certified masochist and should just let myself be sacrificed for the better good.

"Morgan?"

I blinked and saw Newt staring intently at me. "W-what?"

"I asked, are you okay?" he repeated slowly as if talking to a child with little to no comprehension.  I was confused by the sudden concern lacing his voice and I nodded absentmindedly. "Then why are you crying?"

I slipped my hand on my cheek as I felt something wet running down smoothly. I gasped as a sob blocked my throat making me look at Newt alarmingly. "Why-I.... I don't know."

Though as I say it, the pain that shot through my chest was almost intolerable. I clenched my fist, clutching the sticky fabric of my garment. Why the shuck was I crying? No. This was not supposed to happen. I should be comforting him not the other way around!

But as lanky arms wrapped around me, I bawled out. "I'm so sorry," I said as I hugged him tighter.

He was murmuring comforting words whilst his hands weaved through my hair. My whole body was shaking and I ended up rambling and confessing everything to him. "I'm sorry, Newt. I'm so sorry. I shouldn't be crying but oh gods. I hate it. I hate seeing you cry. I love you so much. I hate Teresa for breaking your heart. I'm so sorry. You don't deserve it..."

I went on and on until I felt him lifted my head and then his lips were on me and I was out of breath. It was soft. Gentle. Comforting. All good things at once and I could not help but sigh in content. He nipped at my bottom lip and granted him entrance, making me moan in response. I felt myself being picked up then found myself straddling the boy.

That was when I stumbled backwards and away from him.

He looked confused and hurt but I shook my head so harshly. "No, Newt. We-we can't do this."

"Why not?" Then his eyes were wide as saucers and his hand covered the shock on his face. "Are you and Alby together?"

"What?! No!" I exclaimed, pointing my finger at him. "But you're with Teresa!"

He was going to shout but stopped himself. His frown deepened until he chuckled. I scrutinized him confusingly, my eyes not leaving the boy whose eyes were teary not because of the heartbreak he once felt, but rather of genuine laughter. I found myself in his arms again and before kissing me, he said, "You're crazy, shank. I was talking about you."

"Me? But I didn't do anything-"

"I thought you and Alby are together and I just broke down when I saw you two earlier. I guess I was wrong. Well, I was. But hey, enough of that. Let me kiss you again," he replied and captured my lips in a heated kiss again. I enjoyed our time and we may or may not have done something more than just kiss. But after a few hours, we were both lying on our backs and pointing to each names on the wall.

"I have a question," he suddenly said.

"Hm?" I nuzzled against his neck and closed my eyes as sleep knocked on my door.

"Will you be mine?" he asked, his voice full of sincerity.

I pecked him again before answering, "Only if you don't cry for me again."