Newt and I stumbled through the door of the Homestead, laughing and shushing each other like crazy people. After Alby sent us to bed, we decided to be rebels and steal some jars of Gally's drink. And by some, I mean five jars. Each.

Needless to say, we were a bit tipsy.

I shushed him again and burst out into a fit of silent giggles, dropping onto my knees. Newt burst into laughter as well, pressing his pointer finger to his lips and shushing me as he grabbed my hand to pull me off of the hardwood floor. We both calmed ourselves down enough to stand up, and we made our way to the stairs, which easily took us ten minutes to get up. We kept shushing each other, which would then cause us to burst into another round of silent laughter.

"I am so drunk right now," Newt whispered in my ear. I sent him a lazy smile as I smelled his breath that was coated with the stench of alcohol. We stumbled into my room, almost knocking over my dresser in the process. I blew a raspberry through my chapped lips and turned back to Newt, who was laying face down on the floor.

"Newt?" I called his name, "Are you alive?"

He groaned loudly, making me shush him and nudge his side. With another laugh, I plopped my body onto the floor next to him, laying with my head right beside his. He flipped his body over so that we were both facing the ceiling, but in opposite directions.

"Is it just me," Newt started, his voice groggy, "Or is everything spinning?"

I sighed, "Just embrace it, my friend. This is probably the only time we're gonna be able to get away with this."

He went silent for a few seconds, and I thought that he had gone to sleep, but when he spoke up again, it shocked me, "Friend..." He spoke, as though he was testing the word on his tongue, "Friend. Friend... What is a friend?"

I opened my mouth to speak, then it occurred to me that I didn't really know what a friend was. I knew that it was someone you spend your time with, but then again, I spent every second of my day with Newt. We worked together, and we were neighbors. He woke me up in the morning, and he was the last one I spoke to when I went to bed. It was like that since my first night in the Glade. We did everything together, but I still felt...different about him. I've been battling the feelings for so long, that I didn't even know what the hell they were anymore.

"Now that you ask," I started, "It appears that I have absolutely no shucking clue what a friend is... Do you know what a friend is?"

Newt waved his hands in the air, "Are you talking about just like a friend? Or a friend?" He exaggerated the last word.

"Both."

He hummed in response, thinking. He was probably the wisest person I knew. He was always telling me to calm down, and take a deep breath. We took care of each other. I didn't know whether that was friend behavior or friend behavior. Maybe if I was sober I could figure it out, but that's not the point.

"Um..." He muttered, "I think that a friend is someone who you can make jokes with and tell secrets too... like a friend," He gestured to me as if what he was saying was so obvious. I nodded slowly, trying to understand.

"So..." I spoke up, "Correct me if I'm wrong, but Minho and I are just regular friends, correct?"

Newt hummed in response and nodded vigorously, "Yes. Definitely."

"And Chuck and I..."

"Well that's different," He told me, "Chuck is like your...your son. I mean with the way that you treat him. You treat him like he'll break at any second."

"Yeah, well he might," I said, "Chuckie is the youngest one here and he needs extra special care. If I could wrap that boy in bubble wrap, I would."

Newt laughed, but then it trailed off. We were both silent, staring at the ceiling as the moon shined through my window, it was so beautiful. Almost as beautiful as the sunrises each morning. I always thought that the moon represented the Maze. That was the whole world to me. I never saw what was beyond the walls except for the Griever on my second day. I knew that the Maze was scary, and if I thought about it enough, I could get scared from looking at the moon as well.

"Do you ever think that the moon is just gonna fall on us?" I asked Newt, who I'm not so sure was still awake. But as soon as I spoke, he hummed.

"You really know how to make a conversation depressing," He teased, bringing his arm up and patting my head. I smacked his hand away and scoffed, but honestly wanting him to answer. Although I knew a lot about him already, I wanted to learn more, "But no. I always thought that the moon is a very beautiful woman."

"A beautiful woman?" I repeated, and he nodded, "Why?"

He shrugged, "I dunno. Just popped into my head one day. You hadn't shown up yet. It was about a year ago and I couldn't sleep one night so I just went out and looked at the moon. 'T was very relaxing actually."

"Why couldn't you sleep?" I asked him, strangely feeling the mood change from happy and silly to serious and deep.

He was silent for a couple more seconds, and this time I knew that he didn't go to sleep. His breathing was slow, as if he were trying to remember the reason. But Newt always had good memory. One time, he refused to let me try a fruit because he just knew that I wouldn't like it. Later on that day, I snuck back into the kitchens and tried it for myself, and ended up spitting it right back out. He remembered that I didn't like pickles, and whenever he made a sandwich for me, he put pickles into his, and not mine. When Chuck made one for me and forgot to take out the rancid food, Newt took it out for me and threw it onto the ground.

He knew things about me that I didn't even know about myself.

"Emptiness."

I furrowed my eyebrows and turned my head towards him, "What?"

He sighed and closed his eyes as though he was remembering something that he didn't want to, "I felt empty. Like something was...missing."

I felt the strings on my heart be pulled. At the thought of someone I cared so deeply about having to go through any kind of pain at all was enough to make me cry. Maybe it was just my drunk senses that made me overreact, but as he said that, I felt a small tear fall out of my eye. I looked away from him and back at the ceiling, staying silent to see if he was going to keep talking.

"Couldn't sleep for a long time. It was always the same thing every day," He told me, his voice a whisper now, "Wake up, go to work, go to sleep, then we would just do it all over again the next day. There was nothing really to live for."

Clenching my jaw, I pursed my lips, trying my hardest to not burst into tears. He's told me this before, the night we made our deal to care about each other. But it never really seemed that deep. He was just telling me all the reasons that someone should care about me, but he never told me the reasons I should care about him. I just did. I didn't have to know about his past to know that he was a good person.

"Newt," I shakily whispered, "You don't have to tell me this if you don't want to."

"It's alright," He sighed, trying to mask his obvious sadness with laughter, "I don't even know what I'm sayin' anyways..."

I turned my head towards him again, and I saw how the moon perfectly reflected off of his skin. He looked like he was sculpted by the God's, whoever they were. The light cascaded down each feature of his, making it seem like I was seeing him for the first time again. His eyelashes perfectly framed his brown eyes, and his small lips looked so...soft. He really was beautiful.

"Mae?" He called my name, making me hum in response. He turned his head to face me, immediately looking in my eyes. I could see him visibly swallow at how close we were before he softly spoke two words, but they held so much meaning, "Thank you."

"For what?" I asked him, honestly not knowing what the hell he was thanking me for.

He clenched his jaw and moved his hand up to move some of the loose hairs off of my forehead. I closed my eyes at his touch and took a deep breath, feeling the butterflies erupt once more, but this time, instead of pushing them away, I embraced the feeling.

"Making me feel like you wrapped me in bubble wrap."

I felt the corners of my mouth twitch up at his compliment, and I let out a breathy laugh, "You're welcome. Thank you for making sure the moon doesn't fall on me."

"That's not even possible," He laughed along with me, "You literally are the moon."

"What do you mean?" I wheezed, feeling the sadness disappear into thin air as we spoke to each other.

He shrugged, smiling at the ceiling again, "I don't know... I'm drunk. So very drunk."

I turned onto my side and kept laughing, hearing him do the same. The thing is, I didn't even know why we were laughing. It may have been the alcohol, or maybe it was the fact that both of us knew we had each other. Sometimes in life, you have to find someone you can get breathtakingly drunk with, and then lay on the floor and stare at the ceiling. Someone to be yourself with. Newt was that person, no matter what feelings I felt for him, I knew that he was always going to be that person for me, and I was going to be that person for him. As we laughed, I felt all of my worries blow away. Maybe this was happiness. And if it wasn't, I didn't really want to know what that feeling was.

"Newt?" I asked him, feeling my stomach clench together as I tried to take a deep breath.

He laughed and rolled back over onto his back, "Yeah?"

"What do I look like?"

Suddenly, as though the world stopped turning, his face dropped and he looked me in the eyes, "What?"

I shrugged, "I mean what do I look like? I haven't seen myself in the mirror...I'm not even sure you guys have one of those... So I don't even know what I look like."

"I'm sure Minho's got a mirror," He chuckled, not taking me seriously, "You can go check for yourself."

"I'm being serious," I gently pushed on his shoulder, trying to hold back a smile to let him know that I meant business.

He looked back at me with an annoyed smile, studying my face. The longer he looked, the more his smile disappeared. He looked into my eyes with such a serious expression that it made the palms of my hands sweat and I had to remind myself that he wasn't staring into my soul, even though that's what it felt like. The crease between his eyebrows was prominent, and his lips curled into a frown, deeply concentrating.

"Um..." He mumbled, trying to put his thoughts into words. I furrowed my eyebrows, telling him to continue, "Y-You have hair..."

"Really..." I deadpanned. He threw his hands into the air and scoffed.

"Well, I don't know! It's not like I can just straight up tell you that you have the most beautiful hair that I've ever seen... It just is always so perfect and it makes me wanna scream because everything else about you is too," He looked at me and sighed, slurring his words as the alcohol began to effect his brain, "Maisy, I'm really not a good person to ask this question to."

I laughed but kept my eyes on his flustered ones, "It's okay. I was just asking."

"We should probably go to sleep," He muttered, groaning and sitting up from his place next to me. I tilted my head backwards, wanting to keep my eyes on him. He tapped his fingers on his knees, looking like he was waiting for something. I lazily smiled at him, feeling the intoxicant hit me finally. As if Newt and I weren't drunk already, we both were now, and I think it hit us at exactly the same time.

"Did it just hit you?" I murmured, hiccuping and burping at the same time. I clamped my hand over my mouth and laughed.

Newt slowly nodded, "I can't feel my feet. Is that bad? Maisy I don't think I can walk..."

"You go to bed right next to me," I slurred, "Not right next to me...but next house. Room, I mean."

"I'm hungry," He whispered, turning to me with a gasp that turned into a hiccup, "Can we go get sandwiches?"

I sat myself up and turned around to him as well, burping and nodding, "That sounds absolutely fantastic. But will we be able to get the shuck up?"

We both nodded and set our hands flat on the ground, trying to stand ourselves up. I groaned and leaned against my dresser, using all of my arm strength to pull my limp body up to the air. Newt gripped my cot and laid on it, groaning loudly while I shushed him, breaking out into a fit of giggles. He stood himself up and placed his hands on his hips like a superhero, giving me a toothy smile.

I laughed at him, feeling my legs give out once more, sending me back to the floor. Newt cackled and fell back into my bed, slamming his head against the wooden wall.

"Ow."

"Ow," I repeated, feeling my eyes suddenly get heavy. I hiccuped once more before I yawned loud enough for the boy across the room to hear.

"Are you gonna sleep up here with me?" He slurred, patting the empty spot on the cot.

I hummed in response, feeling myself drift away with every passing second, "Um... I think I may just fall asleep right here. Good night."

Newt sighed, but it soon turned into a burp, "Night night, moon."