It's been about 6 months since we arrived at the Safe Haven, and we're on Cloud 9 everyday.

Each perfect day starts with either Thomas doing an opera to wake me up, or Minho running around, singing Thunder by Imagine Dragons at the top of his lungs.

Then, I go and make some coffee for myself and Newt, while he sleeps in for a few minutes. Often, while I'm drinking coffee at the kitchen counter, he sneaks up behind me and hugs me from behind. I spilled my coffee once, but I didn't get scared again.

Next, we decide what to do, because we have fucking servants to cook for us. Occasionally, Frypan cooks, but it's mostly just those guys cooking so we don't have to worry about it.

Sometimes, we go down to the basement to play billiards (I suck at it, but Newt's literally perfect at it, I don't even know where he learnt that), go to the swimming pool, or just run around in the backyard, playing tag.

Then we eat, watch a movie, eat again, then sleep. Of course, I don't, I stay up all night reading stories, but at least the others do.

This day, however, was a little more perfect than the others.

I wake up to Thomas singing 'Bella Ciao' horribly and plug my ears with my fingers.

"BELLA CIAO, CIAO, CIAO-"

"ALRIGHT, YOU DANK ENGINE, SHUT UP, I'M AWAKE!"

"-O PARTIGIANO, PORTA MI VIA, O BELLA CIAO, BELLA CIAO, BELLA CIAO CIAO CIAO-"

"OI, THOMAS!" A sexy British voice sounds from the next room, and that motherfucker immediately stops singing. Well, I call him Mama Noot for a reason.

"Sorry, Newt!" Thomas calls from the living room.

Sleep having left me completely, I stumble out of bed and freshen up.

×°×°

I finish making the second cup of coffee, and start drinking from my own cup.

Just as I'm about to turn around, I feel a pair of arms snake their way around my waist and hear Newt say, "Morning, love." in his morning voice.

"Morning, sleepyhead." I say, kissing his cheek as he buries his face in the crook of my neck.

"Eww," Minho mimics vomiting from the couch.

"Just look away, slinthead." I snap, and walk to the couch, Newt leaving his coffee behind and not letting go of me.

"Newtie, your coffee's gonna be cold," I say as I flop down onto the couch without spilling a drop - a great talent of mine.

"I don't care, I just want to be with you," he says, hugging me tighter and making a faint red glow dust my cheeks.

"Why don't you sticks do this crap in your own room?" A new voice asks and I turn to the Hallway of Bedrooms (as I call it) to see Sonya leaning on the doorway with her arms across her chest and smirking.

"Sonya!" I cheer, setting down my cup and getting up.

Well, trying to get up.

Newt was clinging on so tightly, I could barely scoot over to make space for her.

"Newt? Darling, I can't breathe," I chuckle, feeling a little lightheaded.

"Sorry, love," he mumbles, loosening his grip a bit.

Taking advantage of that, I scoot over for Sonya, who's practically dying with laughter.

"Sonya, go away," Newt whines, and Sonya laughs.

"Gee, how sweet. I'll bring chocolates for you tomorrow," she says, her voice dripping with sarcasm.

"Minho's rubbed off on you," I notice.

Sonya, however, ignores this remark.

"So, you still up for the girls night?" Sonya clarifies. "And Lenny wanted to join, but I just told her to fuck off. That bitch wanted all of MY clothes, and now wants to join in on OUR girls' night! I really wish she'd died in the Scorch or something."

"Cockroaches don't die, Sonya." I tell her. She laughs again.

"Lenny's kinda cute," Minho states. Sonya and I look at each other with a perfect expression of disgust and start pretending to vomit.

"Hey, she's not that bad!" Minho defends.

Thomas clears his throat loudly, and Minho says no more.

Thominho, I see.

I share that thought with Sonya, and both of us start rolling with laughter.

"What?" Thomas and Minho chorus.

"Nothing."

"Tell me." Minho tries to sound demanding, but ends up sounding like a sleep paralysis demon.

"No." I sass.

"Tell me."

"No."

"Don't tell me."

"Understandable, have a nice day."

Minho groans in frustration and throws a temper tantrum.

"What are you, five?" Sonya snaps at him.

"No, I'm a king!" Minho flicks back non-existent long hair.

"Correction, infant," I say between coughs.

Minho glares at me, and disappears, dragging a helpless Thomas with him.

I think we'll need a wheelchair for Good Ol' Thomas, I think.

"Girls night is confirmed. You still free tonight?" I ask Sonya.

"Hell yeah," Sonya says. "But, don't abandon me last minute, I begged Harriet to do the dishes. If she sees me come back she'll make me do it."

I give a short laugh, and shake my head.

ok this was cringe.

do you want a part 2? if you do, i'll make one.

k bye.

~ Skylar.