Authors Note: Hi all. I haven't been having the best couple of days. Boys are stupid. Gally would never treat me like this. Fuck the little Bitch Boy Whore Prick loser who made me feel like this (and not in the fun way).

He ruined the song "Scotty Doesn't know" 4 me. So please go suck a fat one Scotty I don't think you'll ever know <3. I hope he gets a paper cut on his tongue that fuck boy lying mother fucker.

Above is a picture of me my friend drew to make me feel better Astrea's Instagram handle is pastel_spill so go give my bestie a follow. I love her <3.

Y/n's Point Of View:

I had cried. No not just cried, had a complete breakdown in front of Gally. And now he was spooning me, arms clutching me like I'd fly away if he didn't.

I guess he really didn't care about how I acted. Last night it was him who silenced me, got it to stop. He saved me, even if it was just in a small way. He did it again and again and again. Huh. Funny.

Gally's warm chest was pressed against my back. Flipping around (more like squirming till I turned) I took a good look at his face, drinking in every feature. His freckles had been tossed across his face, each one dotted his sun kissed skin with a purpose.

I brought my hand to his face, one of my fingertips tracing shapes. I made constellation after constellation from the cacophony of freckles.

His eyebrows were very prominent. Some of the other gladers would tease about them behind his back. Still, I never minded them. They made him look very striking. Different. I liked different.

I dragged my finger down the slope of his nose, noticing the way it upturned. His eyelashes were thick. Lips a rouged pink. He was so beautiful. Had I ever told him that? I really should.

The rubber band that held my body in place had snapped, dropping an atomic bomb on me. An epiphany. An idea. A very horrible idea.

I loved Gally.

No no no no no no no. I could not love Gally. It was a wretched dangerous idea. I loved him as a friend. Yup. He was just someone to kiss once in a while y/n, jeez. You probably are just imagining things or being too emotional. I don't know. Shit. Fucking shit. I have to get out of here now.

I started to struggle, practically in a panic against Gally's damn iron grip. The jostling back and forth stirred him awake.

"Y/n? What's going on?" He said in a raspy morning voice clasping a handful of my hair.

"I uh." Slipping out of his arms, I tousled out of the bed. "Gotta go do something." In a haste I threw on whatever articles of clothing I could find. With one last ruffle of the fabric I turned around, tying my hair up. "I'll see you later though, okay." The glimpse I got of his face, bare chest, muscled up arms sparked a sort of giddiness in me. I wanted my mouth on his. Now.

"Alright. See you lat-" A kiss. Just one is all I allowed myself to. A soft peck to cut him off...and then Gally was holding me in place. Oh how badly I burned to let my fingers thread in his hair, pull at it. Well what hair he had. It was quite short, but it suited him. That brassy dirtied blond. Just to glide my fingertips across it would be enough...

No. Look at yourself y/n, don't you have any self control?! Get out of here now. Gally's kisses pressed down to my throat, on a clear path to my upper chest. It was when his lips fell split in the middle of my sternum when I broke away.

"I'm leaving now." My face felt all hot and bothered as I tried to hold a firm voice. "Now, goodbye Gally."

"You're leaving already?" He smirked. Fuck Twat. A fuck twat with a really hypnotizing manner to him. The way his hands clung to the back of my shirt. His eyes soft with a new found glint. A warm one.

"I have to go." I said aloud with a dictator like strictness.

"Fine." Gally's palms drug across my hips, a quick shiver brushed across the skin. "See you later."

Fucking shit I'm so screwed.
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"He loves me, he loves me not." I plucked another petal off the flower I held in hand. "He loves me!" I then realized I had one last petal left. Tossing the wilting stem on the homesteads floor I groaned. "He loves me not."

"What are you doing y/n?" Chuck asked, his back was turned to me as he clutched a huge klunk of a machine.

"Your mom. What's that?" The juvenile joke flew right over his head and he turned around, revealing a record player. "Woah! No way!" I helped him set it on a small table. "Holy shit they actually gave us one!"

"I know right!" His eyes twinkled as he fiddled with the knobs. "You know how to work it? I figured you'd be the best at this cuz of all your extra memories."

"Hmmm." I hummed stroking my chin. "You usually need records to use something like this. Find anything in the box?" Chuck's face lit up, a little grin starting to form. He headed round the corner bringing back a massive carton, filled to the brim with you guessed it, records.

"Ha ha! Wow, they really went all out." I grabbed a random record, unsheathing it from it's case. Holding it properly by it's edges I laid it on the machine, after a twist of the knob the needle kissed the record, scratching it to life.

Shockwaves sparked my brain. I knew this song. I really knew it.

"You look like an angel
Walk like an angel"

"Well I'll be damned." I uttered under my breath. "A little bit of Elvis eh? Devil in Disguise."

"You're the Devil in Disguise!"

Laughing, I grabbed Chuck's hand, twirling him around. After spinning me around, a sense of manic dancing ensued. Music. Real music. Not Frypan's radio music. We landed in a fit of giggles, spread across the couch.

After lifting the needle off and snapping the machine off as to not damage the record I felt Chuck's hand wrap around my wrist.

"Hey y/n?" His skin was soft and baby like. Warm. I felt my eyebrows tilt in amusement. His tone had sunk to a much more intense one. This was boy was not happy Chuck.

"What's up Charles?"

"Greenie day's comin' in a couple of days." Woah. A month. I'd almost been here for a whole month. It felt like a lifetime since I arose from the depths of the elevator. How did it go by so fast? Well I suppose the attempted murders had helped with it. Not to mention that Gally had turned into a major distraction lately. Bitch.

"Yeah. That's crazy, huh. Is there gonna be another greenie?" I opened the homesteads door, headed for the buttery mellow day. Chuck followed in suit.

"Well that's usually what happens y'know."

"Do you think it'll be another girl?!" The thought of a girl exhilarated me, just as the other boys felt about the concept of me existing. I really liked Gally so I wasn't set to stray if another girl did come along, however...what about Gally?

Did he truly and honestly like me as I did him? Or would he be caught up in a new shiny thing?  Maybe she was even prettier and more interesting than I was. Maybe I dulled over time, losing my desire, my beauty, myself. I shouldn't be jealous. It wasn't the girl's fault. She didn't even exist yet. There was no telling what could happen. Maybe we'd be friends...

"I dunno." Chuck sat next to me on the porch swing. "It's always been a boy every month so there's no telling what could happen." I made up my mind right there and then. I was going to be the best greenie guide ever. Make whoever popped out of the box feel as comfortable and welcome as possible.

"I can't wait!" My excitement practically gushed out of me. I wouldn't have to deal with the title of greenie anymore. "It's gonna be so much fun." I sighed.

"Are you still gonna be my friend?" Chuck blurted. The words pitted in my heart. How could this poor boy think I'd ever stop being his friend?

"Of course I am! You're number one Chuck. Top priority. You got seniority over the greenie. Always." I slung an arm over his shoulders, pulling him close. "You, me, and the greenie. Best pals. I promise."

"What if the greenie's a boy. What are you gonna do about Gally?" Oh. Well it shouldn't matter what gender the greenie was.

"He won't care." My gaze fell on Chuck's face that spelled really-are-you-sure-about-that. "Okay well he'll just have to deal." Gally would understand.

Everything would be fine.

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As I continually fiddled with the record player, I switched on another song, "Heaven Knows I'm Miserable Now." The Smiths. Tasteful.

"I was happy in the haze of a drunken hour
But heaven knows I'm miserable now."

Footsteps thudded on the wooden floor. A smile crept on my face. Strong arms enveloped me from behind me, tugging me into the persons chest. A safe warmness conjoined me to him.

"In my life why do I give valuable time"

"Hey Stranger." I pressed a kiss on his inner shoulder. My stomach backflipped at his touch.

"Hey Loser." He said through an amicable smile. He smiled a lot now. I made him smile. Me.

I loved him.

There was no denying it anymore. I couldn't help it anymore. I would let it spill out. Grabbing his hand I turned around placing it on my waist, his other one interlaced with mine. We started off slowly, shuffling back and forth to the music.

"Two lovers entwined passed me by
And heaven knows I'm miserable now."

"Ow." Gally had stepped on my shoe. "Take it easy Lover Boy." I said with a sweet coyness. "Are you trying to mutilate my feet?"

"Wasn't the original plan but I can fit it in." He twirled me around, making me feel like I'd been flung down a roller coaster. "You never told me you could dance."

"I-well I just can, get used to it Freak. Better than your two left feet." As we swayed and after I had twirled him he leaned down to my ear, still stepping to the rhythm.

"You know you love me." Gally's voice husked. A certain full body shock surrounded me. He knew. No. Not possible. He knew nothing of the sort. I still had some sort of control over the situation. He was just teasing.

"You wish." I mumbled, kissing his cheek.

"Sure." He chuckled, pushing me down on the couch.

Leaving kiss...after kiss...after kiss...