"Yes anything." Gally brought me up with him to his feet. He led me out of the bathroom and sat me down on the couch. Putting his hands on my shoulders.

"Then stay here. I'll be back." He headed out the door without another word. I waited for a few minutes and then he was back again. Holding a crumpled up piece of paper, a pencil, and his missing sketchbook. He tossed the paper at me. It was the one he shoved down his pants a couple nights before. Unfolding I saw what he'd been hiding. My face looked back at me. Every detail was drawn scarily accurate. From my eyes to my my nose...to my lips.

"You drew this?" I asked. My heart started to ram itself against my rib cage.

"Yup. Didn't want you to see it the other night. Thought you'd think it was weird."

"It's not weird it's good." I smiled at him sweetly. "Really good. You're really talented." His face broke into a tight lipped grin. I was getting good at recognizing those small facial expressions of his. If you didn't pay attention you would've never seen it.

"Thanks. You can keep that one." He reached out his hand to pull me up. "But I think it's only fair that if you keep it you let me sketch you." My stomach did an obnoxious flip. I ignored the sensation by covering it up with humor. I lifted my hands up to the side of my face.

"Are you gonna draw me like one of your French girls?" He took one of my wrists and led me over to to the banister of the stairs. Just before the starting wooden step.

"No. You don't have to get naked or anything." My mouth fell open. Sweat prickled into my skin. I wasn't expecting him to get that reference. I thought no one else could remember things like that.

"How do you know about that?!" I asked. He rolled his eyes, pushing me down to sit on the stairs. Gally propped me up sideways so my back was against the spiral wooden railing.

"Everyone knows about the titanic y/n." He continued to talk while holding my wrist that was over and behind my head, in place. He curled my fingers around the thin wooden bars. "If I didn't remember that then you should be worried about me." Next he gripped around my waist and pushed me up. Gally pulled a chair over and sat down by the staircase. He folded one of his legs over his other knee, placing the book on it.

"How long do I have to stay like this?"

"As long as it takes." He already had started sketching. His pencil making slight scratching noises against the paper. "You're always harder to draw when you move around. Which is always."

"You've drawn me before?" I was curious as to what his answer would be. Almost giddy. Stop it y/n. Just listen to him.

"About a dozen times." He glanced up, squinting at me. Trying to get every detail correct.

"When did you start?" A warmth melted down my body.

"Drawing in general? Or you?" He looked kind of cute with that concentrated look on his face. It was almost as good as the faces he made when I kissed him.

"Both."

"Ever since I got to the glade. When I found this book in the supply closet I just started and I never stopped. I drew everything around me. Everything I thought was interesting. The day you came in the box I drew you. How scared you looked when you peaked up from those crates. That one's still my favorite." Another question came to me before I could stop my self.

"Did you draw me because you thought I was interesting?" There was vulnerability in that question. From both ends. That's what made it so itching to ask. He looked at me when answering. Gazing into my eyes.

"Yes." He put his head back down to his work. "And because you were pretty. Well you still are." His reply filled me with unbelievable joy. It shouldn't have but I didn't care.

"For the record, I think you're pretty too. Really pretty." He tried to hide his smile as he went back to the drawing. I wanted to kiss him again. I wish I could take back what I said about saying we shouldn't. Too late now. You asked for it. Gotta suck it up and deal with it y/n. It was probably better this way.

"So why are you wearing my clothes?" That was right. I hadn't told him yet.

"Would you buy it if I told you I was stealing your identity?" Playfulness curled my lips up.

"Yeah, but what's the the real reason?"

"Big prank. On the whole glade. Stayed up last night setting it all up with Chuck. It'll set work back a good fifteen minutes."

"Why do you get yourself in trouble so much y/n?" He gave me a wary look.

"Why not? Someone needs to keep things interesting around here." He shrugged me off and kept sketching.

"Whatever you say. Just try to keep still."
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"Really y/n?" Newt stomped over to Gally and I who had sat at our own table. Frypan hadn't even started breakfast yet because he was trying to find his own stuff. "Where in the bloody hell are my clothes?!"

"I don't know. Where are your clothes?" Fake concern dripped through my voice. Gally's eyes darted over to me, starting to understand the big prank. "Nice PJ's Newt."

"We need our clothes y/n!" A vein bulged out in his forehead. "How are we supposed to work?!"

"I'm sure you'll figure something out." Keeping my focus on the form I had in hand I spun it around. Letting it dig into the grains of wood. "You always do."

"It was you." Newt gripped his hands on the table. "Say it was you!" I Flashed my eyes up at him.

"I can't believe you think so lowly of me Newt. Disappointing." An unnerving calm settled into me. "The person who did this is a despicable genius who I would probably bang. But I could never-"

"Gally get your girlfriend under control. They're your responsibility now!" Newt spun around and headed over to the boys trying to find their clothing. "I'm done!" He cried out, still storming away. Once he was out of earshot I nudged Gally in the ribs, giggling secretively.

"You hear that?" Gally slung an arm over me. "You have to get me under control."

"I don't think anyone can get you under control y/n." I nudged my head into his chest. A grin splitting across my face.

"Doesn't hurt to try." Our laughs were interrupted by yet another person, joyful to see me as always. Paul.

"You Bitch!" His hand was curled up into a fist, aimed for my face.

"Fuck!" I swept myself backwards, falling onto the grass. The punch narrowly missed me, cutting through the air. What I knew to do then was one thing I was horrible at. Run.

Paul chased after me. Gally had come to his senses and started sprinting as best as he could after the both of us. A line of people. Three ducks. Only one of the other ducks wanted to slaughter me. Paul failed at several grabs at the back of my shirt."Stop trying to kill me!" I cried out over my shoulder.

"I'm gonna slit your throat and watch you bleed out you fucking Whore!" He was getting closer and closer.

"Fuck off!" I yelled back. His fingernails dug into the back of my neck. Pain seared through the skin, down to my nerves.

Whoosh

Gally ripped the boy away from me, practically tossing him aside. Paul landed with a thud. Gally kicked into his stomach. Paul let out a yowl, similar to a cats. He got down next to him and snagged his shirt. Gally slammed him once again to the ground.

"Don't ever call her that again you piece of Shit!"

"Why not? It's true." Paul wheezed.

"Fucking punch him I wanna see some blood!" I shouted, blind with adrenaline. Then I saw Newt in the corner in my eye and tried to take back what I said. Who knows what would happen if Gally hit him. "I mean, no violence! Yeah fuck violence!" Gally caught sight of the limping boy and let go.

"Not again y/n!" Newt pushed me aside to restrain Paul (without success). "Gally you bloody do it!" He tossed him the rope. Just as they dragged Paul away he screamed out at me.

"I know what you did! I'm gonna kill you my fucking self!