#Gallybecomesasuperspy

"Is it good?" I asked, watching Boy intently as he bit into another desert. Shortcake. Strawberries decorating the top.


"Yeah it's good...just like all the other ones you had me try." He said through a mouthful of the sweet baked goods. "The brownies were my favorite though."


"Oh, nice nice." I said drumming my fingers on the kitchen counter. "I didn't know what you'd like so I made it all."


"Thanks." His smile was payment enough for my labor. He really liked it. I helped him feel better. I helped. The endless drone of Frypan's crackly radio droned on, playing something 40's esque while Boy finished eating. He wiped his mouth off with a napkin, drawing small circles on the slab of wood. Abruptly, he stood up. "I think I'm gonna go for a walk, just kinda check the place out."


"Perfect! I'll go with you..." Uh oh. From the look on his face I don't think he was planning on bringing me. "Unless you don't want me to."
I rubbed my neck, stuck between a cross of sheepishness and embarrassment.


"Oh sure, it's fine if you come with me. Lead the way." Upon the invitation a soft smile kissed my face. I grabbed his wrist and pulled him towards the dead heads. Together we ventured across the pasture as I endlessly blathered on about the bonfire that was to take place that night.


"It's kind of for you, you know?" I hopped over a stray stump. Boy followed close behind. "One big spectacular party for you. But, we'd be lying if we said the party wasn't a chance for everyone to let loose." We had stopped. Boy found my wrist and motioned for us to sit. "Do you like parties? If not I can ask everyone to tone it down-"


"What's it like being the only girl?" He interrupted. With a question. Of course. The leaves I sat on downed the forest floor, my back supported by a tree.


"Oh, well it's alright I guess. I do have a boy that's actively trying to kill me though!" Piping up the last part like some kind of exciting fact. He scratched his neck, the corners of his mouth turning up.


"Lemme guess, it's probably that jackass Gally." I audibly laughed at him. The fact that Gally could do anything but protect me was comical.


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Gally's Point Of View:


They'd left. Together. Chuck no where to be seen with them. Y/n had pulled the idiot towards the deadheads. In broad daylight. Like I wouldn't see.


He could hurt them. It made my skin burn thinking about it. The two of them alone. Touching. Maybe even kissing. This shuckfaced greenie thinking he's the shit as he takes what's mine. So naturally I did the most best thing I could do.


I followed them.


From a distance, around trees. Far enough so they couldn't see me but close enough to hear them. Y/n was talking about the bonfire, basic stuff. She was fine, okay. I let out a relieved breath, grateful they hadn't done anything.


"Lemme guess, it's probably that jackass Gally." The greenie said cockily. Like he owned the place. Like he was the fucking king. I fully expected for y/n to bite back with something harsh and sarcastic.


Then I heard it, y/n's special laugh. The one she used for me. Only me.


She leaned onto the greenie as her laugh faded to a chuckle. The greenie with a stupid smug smile pressed into his face. Anger was shot back into my system. I continued watching them my jaw locked into place.


"He's not a jackass, he's Gally."


"He can be both." Smart ass prick of a Greenie. My fingers curled into fists. He inched closer to them, hand falling onto theirs. "Do you have a boyfriend?" He asked, a new flare of rage simmered over my body.


Y/n smiled, took their hand away. Placing it in their lap and said. "Is this an interrogation or something? Why are you asking so many questions?" To my relief their tone wasn't flirtatious or coy. It was...embarrassed?


"Do you?" The Greenie asked again.


"I have a Gally." They said firmly, unshakably. Scooting away from the greenie. A sense of triumph filled. I had won and y/n was mine. Just as I thought.


"He's your boyfriend?"


"Yup."


"No offense but he kind of sucks."


"At least he doesn't swallow." I said it under my breath with her. Proud at how well I knew her. "He's just like that at first. I'm sure he'll warm up to you...eventually...maybe...or maybe you guys'll tolerate each other." No. But for y/n I'd try. No matter how badly I ached to punch him in the face.


I'd try.


Y/n's Point of View:


The greenie was certainly forward. Bold even. Not exactly my style. I enjoyed beating around the bush. He did not. So you can imagine the discomfort I felt when he placed his hand on mine.


I just didn't think of him like that. Couldn't. Besides, I had Gally. I proudly had Gally. It wasn't his fault though, he didn't know. So I decided to forgive him, trying to steer the conversation back to normal and forget it.


"Well since you got to ask me I think it's only fair to ask you."


"What?"


"Do you have a boyfriend?" Greenie's face tinged with blush.


"No. I can't remember anything anyways."


"Would you consider having a boyfriend?" I mischievously grinned. Newt has already slipped me aside and admitted to me that the greenie was kind of sort of hot. Even if he was stupid. Stupidly smart. So I knew I had to wingman for my friend, slyly.


"Yeah. I mean I don't know, depends on the dude."


"Well then I'll take that into consideration. I'll take it into consideration..."

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