Chapter 2: A glader Christmas

Authors note:

Hi greenie , this is a chapter about the survivors throwing their first Christmas in the safe haven.

Newt is still alive because Thomas , Minho , and Brenda were able to save him. Teresa however is DEAD .

Your welcome 😁😘

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Song I included : memories , maroon five

Here's to the ones that we got

Cheers to the wish you were here

but you're not

Cause the drinks bring back all the memories

And the memories bring back memories

Bring back you

Early in the morning Thomas awoke to the sounds of hammering , joyful shouts , and a stark cold chill .

After living in the glade for nearly 6 months, some of the oldest survivors mentioned that it was two weeks away from being Christmas. A holiday they lengthily explained in detail.

Opening the door to his hut , he was promptly greeted by someone , most likely Minho or Newt , chucking a white freezing flufffy ball of something at his face.

It hit its mark , sending a shiver down his spine.

"LOOK AT THAT SHANK!" Gally crowed with laughter , punching Thomas playfully on the shoulder as he wiped the white stuff - snow - out of his eyes.

"What are you shanks doing ? It's freezing." Thomas whined.

Minho smiled cheekily "It's Christmas time shuckface! What else do you think? Throwing snowballs..." at this comment all the boys snickered, clearly all dirty minded to the core .

Brenda was walking by when Minho stated this and rolled her eyes saying with a chuckle " boys 🙄."

"Just wait till the games tonight Brenda! I'll beat you yet!" Gally called out.

"You wish!"

"And besides , didn't you like your wake up call?" Minho playfully bat his eyelashes to look as innocent as possible.

Without thinking , Thomas burst forward with a show of impressive speed and tackled Minho into the fluffy white snow.

Newt limped toward the shack that Thomas lived in , grabbed his coat and walked back out.

In the meantime Thomas and Minho were still beating each others butts in the snow , throwing it everywhere.

Jorge, Gally , and Frypan all stood watching now .

"Tommy!" Newt yelled out.

Thomas's head immediately popped up .

"Got your coat, might as well be bloody dressed before you kill Minho."

Thomas smiled , slowly rising off of Minho , letting him get up and praying with everything he had the boy wouldn't strike back yet .

"Thanks newt , I still need pants though . I'll be back in a minute,"

" are you telling me he didn't have pants on that whole time??" Minho yelled out , running a hand through his hair.

"Just underpants ," Thomas called back.

Minho exclaimed in disgust, smacking his clothes as if germs were burning like fire.

"It won't bloody kill you." Newt rolled his eyes.

"Okay I'm decent and without germs now , happy Minho?" Thomas stepped out of his hut again , dressed in a pair of dark jeans innerlined with fur for warmth , along with a long sleeve shirt and his coat.

Dark boots were on his feet , not quite snow boots but still warm enough to wrestle a few shanks in the snow.

Gally's eyes glanced toward Thomas before shouting " GET HIM!!!" Bolting down and jumping on top of Minho . Thomas jumped on top of gally and frypan jumped on top of Thomas.

Jorge and Newt just stood as far away from the snow fight as possible.

"Looking strong Tommy."

"Go tommo go!" Jorge called out when Thomas emerged from the fight holding minhos boot.

He took off running , the others chasing after him.

It took 3 hours of hiding and chasing and running until Thomas finally gave Minho his shoe back.

Frypan already had given up and retired to his kitchen which was familiar to him , like the glade .

He and a few others had prepared a wonderful breakfast for all the survivors, like they did every morning : only today everyone was heading out into the forest of the island to find something the oldest survivor had called A Christmas Tree .

Some of the girls from the girl maze , Aris , and other women were responsible for making decorations.

While they walked into the Forest , Gally , newt , Minho and Thomas all walked together chatting about various things .

"Here is a fun Christmas idea!" Gally suggested

"We'll hang mistletoe and instead of kissing underneath it , we FIGHT!"

Newt immediately said " we're not doing that "

"MistleFOE." Gally laughed

"Gally no." Newt clapped him on the back , laughing good naturedly , but nervously .

He knew better than to suggest anything close to a fight to Gally or

Minho . Both jumped at the chance for a good tustle anytime.

"I think it would be a good idea , sense none of us have a girl shank like Thomas ,"

" what girl shank?!" Thomas cried out blushing incredibly, a grin teased his face.

"Brendaaaaaaa." The boys voiced all went into almost a chorus as they all sang her name at the same time.

"She's not my girlfriend." thomas immediately cried out, embarrassment flushing into his cheeks.

"Sure, greenie, anything you say." Gally clapped him on the back, a friendly gesture, not menacingly at all.

"She's not!" thomas paused and mumbled under his breath " at least not yet."

But Newt heard, " oh ho! Did you bloody shanks hear that? Tommy said Not yet!"

The boys all paused at this and then congratulated him for some reason.

Thomas took their congratulations in good humor, laughing along with them, knowing he would eventually have to marry a girl from the safe haven or else his blood wouldn't ever live.

No one really had any blood family left, well, besides Newt.

He still had his Sister Sonya, although her true name was Lizzi.

But Only Newt and the other boys remembered that information.

And in order to not cause Chaos, Newt hadn't told her he knew her real name.

Thomas remembered his real Name, Stephen, but he preferred Thomas.

Nobody knew Newt's real name, or Minho's, or even frypan.

Only Thomas knew his real name.

After trudging through the light snow for a little while and finding no trees that looked at all like the elders description , the group came upon a large almost fluffy tree, shaped like a cone.

"Is this it?" Newt asked, squinting up at it with almost a grimace on his face.

"I guess so."

"How the shuck are we gonna drag that bloody thing all the way back to camp?" he asked.

"With a wagon hermano how else?" Jorge chuckled, gently shoving the boys out of the way as Gally and a few of the biggest men chopped down and tied the large tree to a wagon.

"Alright boys! Lets go!" Minho whooped out loud, racing down the hill at full speed.

Newt and Thomas tumbled after him, Newt going slower due to his limp.

"Run Hermano! RUN!" Jorge shouted from the top of the hill.

The wagon had been accidentally let go from the men who had been pushing it and was now racing increasingly fast down towards the boys.

"Newt!" Thomas screamed at the boy to run faster.

Going back up the hill was a struggle, but Thomas managed to make it to his friend who was struggling to run.

With only a few seconds to act, Thomas grabbed Newt and threw them both to the side just as the wagon came speeding past , mere inches from where they would have been standing.

Breathless, the two boys slowly stood , holding on to each others arms.

Minho came running full speed up the hill , bareky dodging the wagon himself.

"Are you shanks okay?!" He yelled , hugging them both at once .

"Just scared the Klunk out of us ," Thomas laughed , his neck wedged into minhos shoulder.

"Yeah just bloody nearly killed us minho, no big deal ." Newt also laughed but it came out strained for how tightly Minho was squeezing them.

Jorge came sliding down the hill , watching as the wagon rolled right through the village , thankfully missing everyone , and slowed to a stop on the large beach.

"You caught a bit of luck hermanos if you hadn't jumped out of the way we would be peeling your pancakes off the ground."

"Ew." Newt said a little too quickly.

"What! Who wouldn't want to peel a newt pancake off the ground? You're practically a pancake already, why don't we just lay you down and then peeling you wouldn't be a problem." Gally smiled , as Newt let out what sounded like a Growl.

"Shut your hole." minho stated, shoving Gally who slipped on the snow and plomped down face first.

Minho took off running Before Gally could regain his senses and throw him down.

"You better run you ugly Shank!" gally yelled after minhos shrinking form.

After everyone safely made it back down the hill, the tree was hoisted off the wagon and placed into a hole, in the center of the village.

Slowly the boys filled it in using the dirt they had moved out of the hole.

Soon, the tall 15 foot tree stood taller than the houses.

"Lets get to decorating!" Jorge cried, clapping his hands to bring everyone's attention.

A loud cheer went up amongst the large crowd.

"And i think to set the occasion, ,its time to play my favorite song!" he said, screams of NO came from the gladers and Brenda. And all who had heard of Jorges favorite song stunt.

"I'm just joking hermanos.get a life." Jorge rolled his eyes, still grinning cheek to cheek.

The decorations didn't take long, the women had been making them for at least 3 weeks, it was putting them up that was the problem.

Newt, being the smallest and most able climber of them all, was sent to the higher branches to hang decorations.

Thomas watched his friend with anxious anticipation, hoping and praying he didn't fall.

Only Thomas and Now Minho knew the true story of Newt's limp. They stood at the base of the tree, waiting to catch him if he fell, refusing to help decorate.

After 3 long hours, and many throats sore from yelling at one another, the Tree was Finally Decorated.

Every small "family Hut" had a tiny tree someone had found days earlier.

All the Glade boys shared one hut with Jorge like a Dorm supervisor.

Brenda and a few of the girls they had met from group B shared a hut until they all married and started families.

Everyone suspected Thomas would be the first to marry, but actually, Aris and Harriet were the first to get engaged.

A week and a half later .

Christmas Eve.

"Wake up Tommy! Wake up!" Newt cried, leaping onto Thomas's sleeping form. Like a small child on Christmas morning.

"Its Christmas Eve tommy! Get up! Lots to get done today!"

Thomas groaned and rolled over, going back to sleep, mumbling " 5 more minutes"

Newt sighed, climbed off his friend, and waved gally and frypan over.

"GAHHHHH" thomas's scream of absolute terror echoed through the camp, sending half the survivors running towards the Gladers hut.

Gally and Frypan hadn't stabbed him, or burned him no, they had dumped a small bucket of ice water on his face.

The Door swung open and over 50 faces peered in at them in apprehension and concern.

"We're fine, just struggled to wake Tommy boy up." Newt said, allowing Thomas to slip away into the warm Bathhouse connected to the hut to change.

Everyone had a good laugh, being put in good spirits returning back to their early morning work.

"If we let him, thomas would just sleep all day long wouldn't he?" Gally joked, leaning back against the wall in a relaxed poze.

The Hut was thankfully nice and warm now after the boys had taken a few weeks to insulate it with tree branches and leaves and mud and more sticks.

Steam fogged up the hut from Newts tea kettle over their fireplace, making the hut feel cozy and the Gladers feel like they never wanted to leave.

But the sounds and smells of the day called to their senses and one by one they left the warmth of the hut, into the cold snowy village.

The soft glow of candles shone from the small store windows and the lap of the cold ocean waves on the beach could be heard from the village.

The original survivors had escaped to the safe haven a year and a half before the gladers. And sense then , they had stolen a few things from WCKD, like Livestock, and other wares. And then they made their own looms and weaving machines to make clothing and shoes and coats.

The fishing business thrived, so there was a little thriving community now where the Gladers expected to find a place they would have to start all over.

The day passed quickly, everyone focused on preparations for that night than for actually work.

Presents had to be wrapped, the food had to be prepared, and the festivities for the Bonfire that night were being finished.

"Just like old times, eh newt?" Gally elbowed the boy as he carried a large barrel with a few apperations that made it look like a Still.

Newt just chuckled, good old gally, making his secret brew again. Things were really like old times.

Just like old times.

And as everyone gathered around the fire, over 250 people, all singing songs and talking and trading stories, Newt was glad they survived.

He put an arm around his sister, then the other around thomas who put his over minhos shoulders.

"Thanks for being my friends." he said heartfully.

"Your welcome you ugly shank." Minho replied without missing a beat.

"Thanks for being our friend Newt, we probably would have died out in the scorch and in WCKD without you buddy." Thomas smiled, tears in his eyes, thinking of all the sacrifice they had had to endure. And how somehow Newt had kept them together.

"What can i say, WCKD called me the glue for a reason" newt shrugged, his smile shining bright like the candles in the windows.

"I guess they did."

Authors note:

Okay i know i was kinda cruel to mention Newt being the one who was most able to climb up the tree, and to also put in 250. But i really enjoy this lol

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