TMR/TBS Imagines

Newt // Music (Pt.2) *REQUEST*

Third person POV

For the fourth meal in a row, Newt left with his tray and went to his room in the homestead. He had been leaving meals early- if at all- and spent any second of free time locked inside his bedroom. He made it clear to his friends what he was doing: practicing his song.

After getting over his aggravation towards Minho for accepting the competition on (Y/N)'s behalf, he saw what a great opportunity this was. He could announce his love for her without actually using the words 'I love you'. It was a win- win for him seeing as he had a natural gift for playing guitar.

Nevertheless, Newt wanted to perfect it. That's what he was doing in his room. He would sit on the edge of his bed with the guitar sitting comfortably in his lap and whisper the lyrics over and over again until either his throat was sore or he was called back to work.

He kept all of his friends in the loop, except for (Y/N). She obviously couldn't know what he was doing or it would ruin the surprise. The only issue was, (Y/N)'s mind was filled with negatives and accusations nowhere near the actual situation.

She believed Newt didn't like her like that so that was the only situation she /never/ thought of. The ideas ranged from a secret relationship with Teresa (or one of the boys for a second) to him hating her company suddenly. And because he kept himself locked away, she wouldn't know the truth.

"Are you gonna join us for dinner, Newt?" (Y/N) asked with hope laced in her voice. Newt had just gotten his tray and was about to leave the homestead while (Y/N) received her portion of food. He couldn't look her straight in the face when he stuttered a response.

"Umm, I-I have work left to do for Alby. I'll see ya later," he mumbled before scurrying off out of the homestead.

She angrily took her plate back from Frypan who quickly grabbed her wrist before she could leave. He forced her to stay put while he said, "don't worry about it (Y/N). Alby has been pretty tough on him lately. It's nothing you need to be angry about."

"I know, Fry. Thanks," she put on a fake smile before taking her wrist back and marching over to my table where Teresa was waiting.

Alby turned to Frypan from the middle of the line and marched ahead hearing his name being used. He put his hands on his hips waiting for the Keeper of cooks to explain.

"I'm sorry Alby. You know we're just trying to stall for Newt," he explained while the leader nodded. Every one of his friends knew of Newt's plan and agreed to help. The only thing they disagreed on was how long it was taking Newt. (Y/N) was obviously agitated but they couldn't give her the real reason.

"That shank better do it fast. I'm getting tired of looking like the bad guy," Alby grumbled and took his plate of food.

(Y/N) sat down in her seat across from her best friend and put her face in her hands.

"What's the matter, (Y/N)?" Teresa asked setting her fork down to give her best friend all her attention. (Y/N) sighed and looked up at her with a sad expression.

She opened her mouth to speak, but once she did, she was cut off by the clearing of a boys throat. She internally groaned before spinning around with another fake smile.

One of the younger builders named Dave stood there with a guitar across his chest. He began the song without any indication from (Y/N) to allow him to begin.

/Cause it's you, who, takes care of everyone else
You, need to allow me to help, 
You, are, appreciated
Cause it's you, who, somehow is always the first
To, take care of me at my worst
You, are, appreciated/