~~~Author's Notes~~~

I wish this chapter was longer than it is (even though it's my longest yet) but the next part which was from Newt's Pov, just wasn't flowing correctly, so it had to be cut for now. ANYWAY THIS UPDATE is a game changer and it sets up so many heartbreaking and crazy chapters,,...,, AND I'm so excited to finally start to pull To Love's story line together!! HOPE YOU ENJOY!

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~~~Brianne's Pov~~~

I slowly opened my eyes, a feeling of heaviness lingering over them from a long nights sleep.

I tried to turn my head to see if Newt was still asleep, but realized I couldn't because of his tight hold on me. His arm was wrapped around my waist, keeping my body close to his, and his face was pressed against my neck.

I smiled to myself, snuggling closer to him.

I'm so glad that Newt and I could work out our differences yesterday, and I'm so relieved that the words I'd been too scared to speak had sparked a change in Newt. I mean, I don't expect him to change who he is, but depression isn't him. It's just a minor hindrance on his pursuit of happiness.

More or less minor.

I felt Newt stir behind me, and I tried not to move too suddenly as I glanced down at his watch.

8:15.

That's a lot earlier than I thought it was, but Newt can't sleep in super late anyway, he has a job to do. The newbie was coming up in the box today, and if my memory serves me right, I'm pretty sure the new kid is gonna be a boy. But hey, I'm not complaining, with all of the drama in this glade, a boy might be a breath of fresh air.

"What time is it?" Newt asked, startling me.

"Quarter past eight," I answered, my voice scratchy. I felt Newt's arm move off of me, "Did you just wake up? Sorry, I tried not to move," I laughed, rolling over, so that I was lying on my back.

"I've been up for a couple hours," He answered nonchalantly, tilting his head to face me, "I just didn't want to wake you up."

"Oh," I whispered, "You could have gotten up."

"It's okay, I like sleeping with you, you're warm," Newt smiled, after rubbing his eyes.

I smiled back at him, not saying anything, just staring. His eyes studied my face, but unlike other times, his gaze didn't make me feel insecure; I felt as though he were simply admiring me and I liked the way that made me feel.

"I love you, Brianne," He whispered, flicking his eyes down to my lips. Before I could say anything, Newt had sat up in bed, "Why do I always keep these blinds closed, its so dark in here?" He crawled over my body and stepped onto the floor. His hands reached up to open the blinds that covered the window in his room.

Newt seemed different. A good different. Or maybe not different, but more like himself. I liked this Newt the most, I decided.

"That's better. I can actually see now," Newt laughed, turning back to face me, "Will you go to breakfast with me?"

"Oh- yeah, you hungry?" I asked, sitting up.

"Starving," Newt replied, "I just need to shower."

"I do too, so we can do that first and then meet back up for breakfast. The showers shouldn't be that crowded. It's past the morning rush," My feet hit the cold floor with a thud.

"I have a better idea," Newt smirked, grabbing his shower bag. I picked up mine, also.

"I don't like that look, Newt. What could be better than showering?"

"Showering together," He opened the door to the hallway. And flicked the light switch off.

I followed behind him, expecting that Newt would keep walking, but was confused when I bumped into him as he quickly came to a stop, "What's going on?" I asked, stepping out from behind Newt. Too many people were upstairs, making it extremely difficult to move around. But Newt pushed his way through the Gladers, finding that all of the commotion was centered around the Medjack's room.

The previous light mood that had been in Newt's room had certainly not followed us out here, that's for sure.

"Excuse me," Newt repeated multiple times. I kept close behind him, still completely oblivious to what could have happened in order for all of these people to be in the Homestead. Was somebody hurt? Had somebody died?

Newt finally got to the doorway of the Medjacks room, just in time too, because Alby had begun to close the door. But Newt entered the room; I right after him.

"Alby, what's goin' on out there? Where's the buggin' order we talked about like an hour ago?" Newt shouted at Alby, his hands in the air.

"Things went crazy, but I told Gally to get everyone to breakfast," Alby answered, running his hand over his face in distress.

I refocused my attention on the commotion that was happening around the bed in this room. Clint and Jeff were leaning over a figure. And Jeff was injecting the person with an unknown liquid from a syringe. What happened?

I walked up to the bed, and snuck a peak at the person lying in it.

I immediately regretted that decision.

The boy, who appeared to be sick, was moaning in pain, sounding almost like a hurt animal. But the writhing wasn't what made me regretful, it was the boy himself. His skin was bruised and patches of his arms and neck were interlaced with a deep green, almost as if his veins were that unnatural color.

I felt sick to my stomach.

"Brianne, can you grab me that damp cloth?" Clint asked, over his shoulder, seeming way too calm for the situation in front of us.

What happened to this kid?

"Brianne?" Clint repeated. And I snapped out of my daze, picked up the cloth and ran it over to the bed.

"Wh-what happened to him?" I stuttered, handing the cloth to Clint.

"Who? Ben?" He asked, and I wanted to punch him. No, what happened to you? Clearly, I'm talking about 'Ben'.

"Yah," I answered, swallowing my words.

"He was stung."

"Stung? By what? A bee?" I asked. Apparently my question was absolutely ridiculous, because everyone burst out laughing. Even Newt and Alby, who I hadn't even known were listening, began laughing. Someone was dying and everyone was laughing at me!

"No, he was stung by a griever," Newt answered, grabbing my hand and pulling me towards the door.

I stood my ground, unmoving, "A griever? Like the ones in the maze? Is he gonna be okay?"

"He'll be fine with the Serum in him," Newt answered, tugging on my arm. He nodded his head in the direction of the door, "We'll be back after breakfast," Newt said, opening the door for us to leave.

"Newt, what was that all about?" I asked, leaving the room and stepping out into the now empty hallway.

"I don't know much, but Ben was stung by a griever this morning. I don't know how or why or if he was even in the maze, because he's a builder, so I don't know why he would be out there," Newt rambled, making me nervous, "I'm just sorry you had to see that. I didn't want you to."

"Why was he green?" I asked, feeling like a student asking questions before a big exam.

"That's what can happen when you're stung. The Serum plays into it too, I think," Newt responded, pausing before he said, "Brianne, don't worry, okay? Clint and Jeff'll take care of the dirty work, and in an hour or so you'll go in there and Ben'll probably be passed out."

"I seem that freaked by it?" I asked, giving him a quick laugh.

"Yeah, but it freaks everyone out when they don't know what to expect," Newt threw his arm over my shoulder, "Now, before all of that happened, I think we were going to the showers," He gestured to the shower bags we were still carrying.

"Oh, yeah," I said, hoping Newt wouldn't say what he had said before, about us showering together.

"And in case you were wondering, my offer still stands about you joining me for my shower," Newt smiled at me.

"I just don't think that's a good idea. The guys and girls have different showers anyway," I fumbled for the right words.

"Hey, you said it yourself: nobody will be in the showers at this time anyway," Newt laughed, taking my previous words and using them against me.

I hopped off the last step of the homestead's staircase, "Yah, but that's not why I said that."

"I don't want to have shower sex, Brianne," Newt commented, as he held the door open for me.

I glanced to my left and to my right, hoping nobody was around. Thankfully, the crowd from the homestead seemed to have disappeared completely. My cheeks turned red, "I know. We don't do that anyway."

"Exactly, so what's the problem?" Newt asked, his eyes having a humorous look to them.

"I guess, there's no problem," I answered, looking at the ground. I need to come up with another excuse, "Newt, I have to be quick so that I can eat breakfast and then work. I want to find out more about Ben."

"Okay? So do I," Newt gave me a sideways glance, "You're bloody horrible at making excuses, love."

"But- Newt," I whined, "What if someone comes in and sees us?" I whisper-shouted.

"Oh no, they'll see me shirtless! I have a stomach, god no one can know about that!" Newt laughed, taking my hand in his.

"It's awkward, if I walked in and saw a guy in the girls shower house, I'd be a bit freaked out," I said, trying not to cave in to this. But I knew it would happen whether I wanted it to or not.

And who was I kidding, deep down, I wanted this more than ever.

"Fine, we can go to the guys shower room, but there's a much better possibility of someone coming in there, because there are a lot more guys than there are girls here," Newt offered. I shot him an annoyed face, "I assume, we'll be in the girls shower house?"

"Okay, whatever, can I just check and make sure no ones in there first, before you casually walk in," I stopped his movement as I walked into the shower room alone. I silently hoped, no one was here.

Empty.

And then I got really scared, as I realized that I would have to undress partially in front of Newt.

What if I lie and say that there are girls in here?

Stop being ridiculous, Brianne. You won't be naked. It's not like he'll think less of you after this.

I look down at myself, feeling insecure. My body wasn't nearly as skinny or even as flawlessly curvy as Victoria's or Clare's or Andrea's. What if Newt thinks I'm fat or something?

I've never had thoughts like this before. Maybe I'll just keep my shirt on. Images of my shower soaked clothes sticking to my every bump and curve, make me cringe. I've never had to think like this. I've never cared about my body or my appearance like this before. I mean, I've always cared about how I look, but not to this extent.

I heard a knock on the wall behind me. I turned around to see Newt peeking his head into the room, a confused look on his face.

"What's wrong?" He asked, walking in as he saw that no one was in here, "I don't want to force you into anything, you know that right? I just thought it would be fun. I like being spending time with you."

I shake my head, "It's not you- it's me," I said, looking down.

"What is it? What about 'you'?" He asked, closing the door to the shower room.

"It's just that I'm not confident. What if you think I'm ugly or something? I've never gotten undressed in front of you."

"That's why you're upset?"

"Yah, I don't want to mess this up," I responded, expecting him to burst out laughing.

"You're beautiful, love," Newt said, placing his hand under my chin, so that I had to look at him, "In my eyes, you're perfect. No matter what adorns your body. That's not what this is about," He gestured to the scene around us; the shower heads and gray walls, "I'm not here so that I can sneak a peek at your naked body, I'm here so that I can be close to you. That's all I want: to be with you."

"You really know how to convince a girl of something, that's for sure," I said, smiling.

"I've been told I have a way with words," Newt winked, taking a step closer to me.

"Let's get this over with," I rolled my eyes playfully. My hands shakily grabbed a hold of my tank tops hem.

"No, keep it on, you'l feel more comfortable," Newt said, making my nerves subside immediately. This was gonna be fun. Like dancing in the rain with your best friend. Kind of? Maybe not.

"I'll turn the water, yeah?" He said, walking over to one of the shower heads, his back to me.

I let out a breath I hadn't even realized I'd been holding. I looked down at myself. This was okay I could shower in my tank top and shorts, aka my pajamas.

"Cold or warm?" Newt asked, flicking his head in my direction.

"Warm," I replied, my voice not as shaky as I expected it to be.

"That's my girl," Newt said, turning the water on. And after that, as Newt took his shirt off, I pushed all of my doubts as far away as possible.

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I finished rinsing the conditioner out of my hair, just as Newt's hands spun me around to face him. I took in his appearance, my heart filling with love immediately. His shower soaked hair was messily shewn in different directions.

My eyes flicked down to his lips and Newt moved me so that I wasn't directly under the water, and so that my back was against the wall.

Newt pressed his lips against mine, my heart beating a mile a minute. My hands traveled up to his neck, my fingers pulling at the short hairs there.

I liked this. It was intimate and not at all as embarrassing as I thought it would be, and to my shock nobody had interrupted our little moment yet.

Newt broke away from our kiss, "Should prob'ly wash our bodies now."

"You're probably right, we won't make breakfast if we continue at this rate," I laughed picking up my bar of soap. I began washing my body.

"Need help?" Newt asked, a cheeky smile on his face.

"No," I grinned.

"Suit yourself," Newt said, chuckling to himself, "I'm always here if you need me."

I turned around, rinsing myself off, "Course you are," I said, waiting for Newt to make another comment, but when I didn't hear anything, I moved back to face him, "What?" I asked, stopping my actions. Newt stood motionless, just staring at me.

"I wish, we weren't here," He said, confusing me.

"What?" I asked, again.

"I wish we weren't here," He repeated, as he still stared at me. He seemed to be deep in thought, so I mentally prepared myself for the onslaught of depressing sentences that were most likely going to be coming my way.

"No, I heard you, I just don't understand. What's that supposed to mean?"

"It's just that I wish we weren't in the Glade. I wish we were out in the real world."

"Why?" Maybe this wasn't what I thought it was?

"Things could be different."

"Like what?"

"I could just be a normal guy with a girlfriend in the normal world," Newt glanced down at his hands.

"But why would you want that?" I asked.

He raised his head to look at me again, "Because then I could marry you," He said with a straight face.

My stomach dropped and I felt speechless. I knew what marriage was, even though I didn't remember any specific weddings I had been to. But I knew that marriage was like the biggest commitment in a relationship. Marriage was almost like a way of saying that you wanted to spend the rest of your life with someone in the most intimate of ways. It was the promise of love and starting a family and helping your partner through difficult times. It was legit to say the least.

"You what-" I started, unable to finish. The shower suddenly felt cold compared to my heated body.

"I know we've only known each other for a couple of months, but I love you and I just wish that we didn't have to be here, so that I could really officially be with you."

"Newt, I don't know what-" I whispered, feeling overwhelmed.

Newt closed his eyes for a second, "Seeing you, right now, and more so last night, made me realize what I want and," Newt took a few steps closer to me, "I want to be with you."

"What are you doing?" I asked, my hands shakily moving up to my face.

"I'm not too sure how this goes," Newt moved down onto one knee.

"Oh my god, Newt," I gasped, my heart beating faster than it ever has before.

He took one of my hands in his, "Not here, not now, but someday," Newt took a metal ring off of one of his fingers, "Will you marry me?"

Tears gathered in my eyes, my whole world spinning.

"I know we're young, so incredibly young, but it's you, Brianne. I love you. I can't see myself living without you. And last night, I realized that you were everything I could ever want. You're my life, Brianne, and I couldn't wait another minute to ask you this. I can't even begin to think about waking up without you by my side. I love you with all of my heart and I know you think I'm crazy," Newt went on, "But I want to be the only one for you, I want to love you for the rest of my life, because you make me want that infinite forever. I've never thought about the future like this, but with you, my future is so clear. You are my future, Brianne. And I want to leave this Glade and go to a bloody church and marry you and start a family with you and I want that whole thing, because I love you and you're my other half," Newt finished, his voice shaking, "I absolutely adore you."

This was crazy. I couldn't even keep up with what Newt was saying. Newt wanted to marry me. Newt wanted to have kids with me. Newt wanted to love me forever. Newt wanted to marry me.

Newt was freaking proposing to me.

As I stood under the running water.

In the girls shower house.

"Brianne, I've never been able to say anything like this before, because I've always wanted to end my future, but here I am promising, that I will give you a forever. I'm not leaving you," Newt promised, making me want to cry even more, "And I promise that on the very day that we leave this Glade, because I know we will someday, I'll begin planning that forever. I'm not going anywhere, love, unless that somewhere is with you."

This was all too much to take in. We'd known each other for two months. Only two months. And we're just teenagers. What if things change? I don't want to rush into a commitment as big as marriage, yet, do I? Is that normal? Is doubt a sign of immaturity or is it perfectly normal to doubt your life choices as the one you love proposes to you?

But then again, look where we are; our lives and the things we do are far from normal.

"I'm rushing things but I'm doing this so that I have a reason. So that on the bad days, when I hate everything, I'll just remember that tomorrow could be the day I marry you. And that'll be enough to keep me here. My love for you is infinite."

God, that was so sweet.

"And just know that on your bad days, I'm here, because of you, I'm here to help you. I'm here to protect you, even though you're a lot stronger than I am," He laughed, "Brianne, it's you. It always has been."

Oh my god. This is everything I've ever wanted.

"So, will you be my forever?" He asked, peering up at me, "Just think of this as a promise ring."

"Newt- Yes! Yes! Oh my god, Newt, I love you, of course I'll marry you," I shouted excitedly, finally letting a couple of tears fall. All of my previous doubts faded as Newt slid the ring onto my finger. The first one he tried to put it on, the ring had been too big, so he opted to put it on my pointer finger.

"Once again, it was the best I could find at such short notice, I'll do better when I eventually buy the real thing," Newt stammered, standing to his full height.

I couldn't stop myself from throwing my arms around him, "I don't care, I love you."

"I love you unattainably and uncontrollably-"

"Forever," I finished, smiling. I quickly kissed Newt, "That was sweetest thing you've ever said to me."

"I tried, that's for sure. I got no sleep last night, I couldn't stop thinking about what I'd say."

"You don't even have to try, I love you," I rested my head on his chest, my shower soaked hair clinging to him.

"Are you crying?" Newt asked, looking down at me.

"Yah," I said, now sobbing.

"Wait, why are you sad? Or are those happy tears?"

"I've never been happier, Newt."

"You sure? I didn't mean to make you this emotional-"

"No, no, this has just been such a great day and it's only the beginning and I just wanna make out with my fiance," I cried, trying to wipe the tears away but more came, "I never want to leave this bathroom," I said, never feeling happier. So I don't know why I'm crying so much.

Newt's stomach grumbled, "I don't either, but I'm a bit hungry."

"I am too, I just- Oh my God! We're engaged!" I shouted, jumping up and down, my emotional high/low hopefully over.

"That we are. But you sure, you're okay?"

"Yeah, I don't know what that was. I just got so happy I cried."

"As long as you're happy," Newt kissed my forehead, before we both walked over to our stuff. Newt wrapped a towel around my body, "Dry off, while I finish my shower."

I nodded, absolutely speechless. I pulled the towel tight around my body, and then twisted my hair so that some of the water would escape my dark locks.

What the heck just happened? I thought, as I pulled my hair into a bun on the top of my head.

I was gonna be married. Granted that would be years into the future, if ever, seeing that we might never escape the Glade, but it was exciting and scary and amazing.

Newt and I were now permanently a thing.

Newt walked over to me with a towel already wrapped around his hips. I hadn't even realized that the water had been turned off.

I need to get dressed, "As close as we are, I need you to turn around while I get dressed," I said, blushing.

Newt laughed, "I assumed that much," He said turning around.

"No peeking," I warned, taking my wet undergarments off.

"I'm gonna look," Newt teased.

"Newt, I swear to God if you look I'll shove this ring down your throat," I yelled, putting my clothes on as fast as I could.

"I love you too, babe," Newt laughed.

"I'm done," I said, my nerves subsiding.

"My turn," Newt moved his finger, gesturing for me to turn around now. A few moments later, "Alright, I'll take our stuff to the homestead and we'll meet at breakfast?"

"I'll come with you," I offered, picking up my stuff.

"Sounds good to me," Newt opened the door to the shower room, and was going to let me walk ahead first, but I stopped and held out my hand for him to take. He smiled and interlaced our fingers, "I could get used to this."

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Newt and I entered the dining area together, finally making it to breakfast at 9:30.

I felt different. We felt different.

This was a stand, walking into this public place so together even after everything that had happened last night. And people knew it. Multiple teens threw looks our way, but I didn't care, let them stare. I've never been happier.

Not even the death glare I was being given by Victoria could change the way I felt.

"Where should we sit?" Newt asked, probably realizing that neither of us really had a 'table' anymore. Newt would have normally sat with the runners, but the runners weren't here anymore. They'd already left for the maze. And anyway, Newt would have probably felt awkward sitting there, seeing that he wasn't a runner anymore. And I had always sat with Victoria, but that would no longer be a thing.

But then I remembered, "I know just the table," I pulled Newt over to where Clare and Henry and Nathan and Jonathan and Andrea were sitting.

"You friends with them?"

"Yah, I hung out with them last night, they're so much fun! You'll love them," I reassured as we came up to the table.

"Brianne!" They greeted, moving so that there was room for us.

"Hope y'all don't mind if I bring an extra," I smiled, squeezing Newt's hand.

"Course not!" Henry said, as Newt and I sat down; I next to Clare and Newt next to me.

"Thought you'd never come over," Clare smiled, flicking her eyes over to Newt.

I smiled, as I watched Newt start a conversation with the other people at the table.

"What are you so smiley about?" Clare asked, gesturing to my happy mood, "Was your shower just that good?"

"It was fine, I guess," I mumbled, still not being able to control my smile.

"I know Newt was in there with you," Clare winked.

"What? How? I didn't see anyone come in," I started, my face bright red.

"Newt was running around early this morning telling all of the girls not to shower. Thanks to you guys, I smell disgusting," She poked me, "So what happened, and why was he up so freaking early, rummaging through the crap in the storage cellar?"

"Wait, he told no one to come to the showers?" I whispered, not wanting Newt to hear.

"Yah, told us we'd be put in the slammer if we did."

I smiled to myself and moved my hand with the ring on it up to my face, hinting toward my excitement, "And to answer your questions."

"What the heck is that?" Clare whisper shouted, grabbing my hand.

"It's a ring," I squealed.

"No crap, but wait, weren't you guys fighting last night?!"

"It was all a big misunderstanding. And lets just say that Newt and I made up," I bit my lip.

"Did he propose?" Clare asked, shocked.

I nodded, a I took a bite of my breakfast.

"Oh my God! Brianne! I'm so happy for you!"

"I know, I'm so happy too. I was not expecting today to go like this."

"So when's the wedding?" Clare shouted, twisting towards me, "I picture it on the outskirts of the deadheads, just as the sky grows orangey and pink."

"Oh-"

"Or maybe we could ask the creators for stuff. Do you think they'd give us things to celebrate with?"

"That's not-"

"We could throw you guys a big party! How fun would that be?!"

"Clare, I don't think we're getting married here."

"Where are you going then?"

"We want to wait until we leave the Glade," I said, realizing that that might not happen for a really long time.

"Oh- I see, but are you seriously going to wait that long? Why not do it now: get it out of the way."

"I want it to be special, it's a once in a lifetime opportunity. I think we're too young now anyway," I said, not really hungry anymore. Actually my stomach kind of hurt all of a sudden.

"You know what, you're right. You should wait, who wants to get married here," Clare laughed.

"Exactly," I cringed, putting my hand on my lower abdomen.

"You okay?" She asked, noticing my pain.

"My stomach hurts. Feels like someone's stabbing me," I felt like laughing at my explanation, but that's really how I felt: like a literal knife was being twisted into me. Sorry, for the details.

"That's weird," Clare said, "Hope you feel better."

"You alright, love?" Newt asked, tilting his head.

I looked down at our entwined hands, Newt's white from where I'd been holding it. I hadn't even realized I'd been squeezing his hand so hard.

"Yah, I just really don't feel good," I whispered, feeling nauseous now.

"When you go up to the homestead, make sure you take some medicine," Newt gave me a quick smile, and squeezed my hand back, "Did you just start feeling-?" Newt cut his sentence off.

Actually everyone had stopped talking, "What's wrong?" I asked, "Newt?"

He cringed, covering his ears, "It's very loud!" He shouted, for absolutely no reason. I glanced around at the people at other tables, most seemed to be behaving in the same way. A couple of random shouts broke out.

"Newt, why are you yelling? I'm sitting right next to you," I spoke normally, as I turned to look at Clare. She, also, had her ears covered, "God, not you too?"

"What?!" She yelled, "Speak louder!"

"Why?" I asked, feeling a bit panicky.

"Because I can't hear you over the box alarm!" She practically screamed.

"What do you mean, the box alarm? I don't hear anything!" I shouted back, even though I had no reason to be talking this loudly.

Newt stood up from the bench, letting my hand fall to my side, "I should go!"

"What? Why?" My hand wrapped around Newt's arm, pulling him back, "You guys are freaking me out!"

Newt crouched down so that he was at the same level as me, "Why is this weird? The bloody alarm is going off 'cause of the newbie," He spoke close to my face.

"But I don't hear anything," I tapped on my ear a couple of times, wondering how this could be: I could hear people, but not the alarm. Why am I the only one not hearing this?

"What?!" Newt shouted, giving me a head ache.

I gave up on speaking, as all of the Gladers began leaving the dining area, a huge eruption of voices and shouts drowning my conversation. So I tapped on my ear again, trying to signal to Newt that I couldn't hear the alarm, but I don't think he quite understood, "I have to go, Brianne. My job!" He shouted.

I stood, "Newt, I can't hear the alarm!" I screamed, louder than I've ever spoken before.

I shook my head, trying to get myself to hear it. As hard as I tried, I couldn't even conjure up an imaginary sound in my head.

I've never experienced something more disturbing than this. I could literally hear everyone shouting and talking and walking, but I couldn't hear the noise they were going towards. It just doesn't make any sense.

I think he finally understood me, "Can you hear me!?"

"Yes, and you're yelling very loudly!"

"Sorry!-" Newt cut himself off again, "It's stopped," He explained, "Now what were you saying?"

"I didn't hear the alarm."

I ran my hands over my face, wanting to scream at the top of my lungs. What was happening?

I don't understand. The alarm for the boxhole, the one that I heard last month, apparently went off again, but this time I didn't hear it.

"It was so loud, how could you not hear it?" Newt asked.

"I don't know. I heard it when Chuck came last month. But I didn't hear anything this time," I sighed, my body stiff with anxiety. Were there other things that I wasn't hearing?

"But you could hear me?" Newt's eyebrows furrowed.

"Yah, I know it's crazy. It made me feel crazy," I sighed, "Because I could hear everyone yelling and I could see everyone covering their ears and cringing at the noise, but I just couldn't hear it. I mean, if nobody had reacted, I wouldn't have even known something was happening."

"That just doesn't make any sense."

"So what, do you not believe me, because I'm not lying-"

"No, no, I believe you, it's just everyone else heard it. I mean, how's that even possible; that you couldn't hear something that everyone else could? Nothing like that has ever happened before."

"I really don't understand why I'm suddenly different," I whispered, not wanting everyone around us to give their opinion on the situation, "I don't want to be different."

"I'm sure everything is fine. Okay? Don't freak out, just tell me when weird things like this happen, because if it's a reoccurring issue then it might mean something," Newt put his hands on my shoulders.

"How will I even know what I'm missing, if I can't hear it?"

"I don't know," Newt ran his hands over his face, "And, hey, maybe you're not the only one who doesn't hear things."

"Wouldn't that person be freaking out, also?"

"Probably," Newt gave me a quick smile, "Every thing's gonna be okay-"

"How many times have we heard that one?" I laughed, at the irony of that sentence. Nothing was ever okay.

"But if it isn't, just know that I'm here for you and that I love you," Newt finished, stealing my own words for the second time today.

I rolled my eyes, "Glad you're always here to help," And with that Newt leaned in to kiss my forehead, "I'm really scared that I'm different."

"Why do you say that?" Newt asked, still close to me.

"Because, I just feel it in me, ever since I got here, and sometimes I get dreams," I said, very quietly. Saying this out loud, made me realize that I hadn't gotten any dreams in a very long time.

"What?" Newt asked, blinking quickly.

"I've had dreams or more like visions," I looked at the ground, "But they all take place before the maze," I trailed off, "And they all have to do with you."

"Brianne- why haven't you told me about these? This could be serious!"

"I don't tell anyone, I mean, I thought it was normal."

"Look, we both have jobs to do, but we'll talk later, okay? For now, don't worry, these could just be coincidental." And with that Newt ran off after the teens that had begun to walk towards the boxhole, leaving me all alone in the dining area.

I felt really sad.

I shouldn't, like I really shouldn't. I mean, I woke up next to my favorite person this morning, got engaged, and had a wonderful time at breakfast with my new friends, but I was still sad.

I closed my eyes, willing myself to stay calm. Telling myself that everything was okay. That this whole boxhole mishap was just that: a mishap. But I couldn't and I don't know why.

I finally decided that dwelling on all of this wouldn't help me, so I pushed those thoughts aside as I walked in the opposite direction that everyone else had gone.

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~~~Author's Notes~~~

This chapter cuts off so awkwardly heLP! But like I previously said, the other half didn't make any sense! Next chapter will 100% have Thomas in it, and it'll line up perfectly with tmr book! I PROMISE.

I really really really need to update more! So expect faster updates. Like honestly I'm so lazy and it takes me like four days just to get myself to write something interesting. I get writers block too often. BUT like it only takes me about two/three hours to write 5,000 words. It's the editing and revising that takes so long,,..,,

But yah, I hope this chapter is good, I spent a lot of time on it!! ❤❤❤

ANYWAY, thank you so much for the constant comments and support you guys give me! ILY ALL SO MUCH!!