He didn't know why, but for some reason Newt knew today was going to be a long day. It didn't help that his leg was bothering him more so than usual, which had put him in a grumpy mood from the minute he woke up. Then Alby had gotten on him all through breakfast and into his morning routine about stepping and taking on more responsibility in the Glade, even though he was already second-in-command. On top of all that it was box day so that meant they had extra work with unloading all the supplies and everything which would only irritate Newt's leg further. He grumbled, a sound coming out more like a growl than the frustrated musings that ran through his head. It wasn't until the alarms went off, signaling the arrival of a new Glader, that Newt snapped out of his darkening thoughts.
He stalked over to the box and started to get everyone organized, knowing that his efforts would be in vain because they would all be distracted by who ever was unfortunate enough to be this month's new greenie. He ended up snapping at few people who were just standing trying to guess who the new boy might be instead of preparing places for the new supplies. Newt glanced around the group that had assembled around trying to find one person in particular.

"Where the bloody hell is Frypan?" Newt growled at one poor boy who just happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time.

"I- I saw him over by the-" the poor kid didn't even finish his sentence before Newt had stormed off to where he had been pointed.

"Frypan get your bloody shuck face over to the box and get your men ready for unloading," Newt ground out through clenched teeth, the pain in his leg becoming worse with each passing minute he continued to stand on it. Frypan didn't bother with a reply, he knew better then to mess with the blond when he was in one of moods. Newt ran a hand through his hair and let out a sigh of frustration, today was just not his day. After taking another few deep breaths and against his better judgment, he made his way back over to the box.

By this point everyone had gathered around and were just waiting for the box to get there so they could get on with the rest of their day. With a final metallic thunk the box arrived carrying supplies and some hopeless, pathetic newbie that, Newt knew, was just going to be another thorn in his side.

"Well are you just going to stand there or are you going to do your shucking job and open the bloody box?" Newt snapped at Gally.

Gally glared at Newt but moved to go open the box. At first nobody moved when box was opened, but another deep growl from Newt had everybody scurrying to to unload and get the greenie out into his new world. Alby chuckled quietly at Newt's anger but immediately shut when Newt fixed him with a steely glare. He shrugged and turned his attention to everyone unloading the box and Gally who had been tasked with getting the newbie out. Why they put Gally in charge of getting the newbies out of the box when the boy had a temper shorter than his narrow mindedness he would never understand. He had to quickly side step, which further agitated his leg, when Gally forced the boy out of the box and in to the grass. Newt glanced down at the boy and all he saw was a mop of short, messy, sandy-brown hair.

"Gally, you don't have to be so rough with the greenies before they even remember who they are," Newt chastised.

"Take all the fun out of it why don't you?" Gally retorted.

"I could if you don't tone it down a notch or ten," came the snarky response, "Now greenie-" Newt started to say but the boy was already halfway to the doors, running as fast as he could. Newt glared at Gally before making his way over to where the brunette had fallen. Alby appeared at Newt's side along with few of the other keepers and Chuck as he got closer to the boy.

"Damn greenie, that was some sprint you did there, for a minute thought you might make it as a runner, till you wiped out as bad as you did," Newt said.

The brunette turned to look at who had spoken and in that instant something inside Newt clicked. Without another word Newt turned on his heel and quickly made his way back to his room in the Homestead, not trusting himself with these new emotions that had started swirling inside him when he made eye contact with the newbie.

Newt! Newt, man, wait up!" Frypan yelled from somewhere behind Newt but he didn't bother to slow down or even turn around, he was just focused on getting back to his room and hiding away for the rest of the day. Frypan caught up with him at the doors to the Homestead but he still refused to stop until the other boy grabbed his and physically held him still.

"Newt, man, what the shuck? What was that back there?" the cook asked.

"Not here," Newt hissed and ripped his arm out of his friend's hold.

Frypan just nodded and followed Newt to his room, where he shut the door and proceeded to sit on the small cot. Newt glanced, unamused, at Frypan's interest in what had happened. Rolling his eyes he went and collapsed on his bed next to Frypan who just waited with a sickeningly sweet smile on his face. Newt glowered at him and threw his pillow at Frypan's face.

"Hey man, I'm not the one who flipped out and just left without a shucking word. What was up with that anyway?"

"I don't bloody know, one minute everything was normal, then he looked at me and it was like I needed to get out of there before I did something shucking stupid like a shucking slinthead,"

"What do you mean?"

"I don't know… I don't bloody know… I've never felt anything like this and it scares me, it scares me Fry..."

All the anger and frustration he had building up throughout the day just seemed to slip away as he vented his soul to Frypan. Frypan just sat and listened to his friend, Newt was always there for everyone else and had always been careful to keep his emotions in check so seeing him so weak and confused made Fry want to do everything he could to be there for the boy.

"Hey let's get you some food, that might help, always helps me," Frypan said with a laugh. Newt, not knowing what else to do at that point, sighs and gets up, heading to the door. He glances back at Frypan, "Well are you coming or not?"

Frypan grins and then leads the way down to where everyone had gathered to eat. Alby is at Newt's side within seconds of him getting down there and starts calling him out for just walking away. Newt just ignores his shorter friend and goes to retrieve his food trying to keep as much attention off himself as possible.

"Newt, you're going to give the greenie his tour tomorrow got it?" Alby said after Newt had sat down and started eating. Newt froze, food half to his mouth.

"No, have Gally do it for all I care, but I am NOT doing it," Newt said.

"I don't care what you say Newt, you gotta make up for that shuck you pulled earlier when you left. The greenie ain't that bad, Chuck seemed to like him at least,"

Newt's anger was quickly returning to him, and he growled under his breath but didn't say any more, he knew it was useless fighting Alby on this, when Alby had his mind set on something it was nearly impossible to change it. By the time he was done eating all Newt wanted to do was go to sleep but he still had a keepers meeting to attend. He met up with Frypan and Winston and walked over to the Gathering hall so they could get this meeting over with, because Newt just wanted to sleep.

Thankfully the meeting didn't go on for too long, mostly just discussing what to do about the greenie, and Alby reinforcing that Newt was to be the one that gave the tour tomorrow. When it was over Newt went straight to his room, ignoring everyone in his path, he had been right about one thing, today had been a long day.