

"Well, take a seat" the girl says, removing her right hand and stretching it down to the side to pull out a chair for the leader, while her left hand gently pushes him towards it. "Better" is all he says in response, returning her smile with a sad one of his own. Not that he could do much anyway, for the girl did not give him enough time to lift his own arms out of the way before she came at him.Īfter a moment, Adeline releases the boy and places her hands on his upper arms as she looks up to him with a sympathetic smile. Nick does nothing but place his chin on top of her head as he embraces the hug. She places her clipboard and pencil down on the counter, spins her body around and quickly paces over to the boy, wrapping her arms tightly around him and turning her head to the side so her cheek is rested against his chest. Her face instantly brightens, a giant grin forming on her lips when she sees Nick stood just at the entrance. The sound of a chair being moved out in the dining area causes her ears to perk up, and out of nothing but sheer nosiness, she turns her head around to catch a glance of who made the noise. "Don't tell George that" Adeline mutters in response, letting a small giggle escape from her lips. "If I cut down on the cupcakes then, yea, should do."

"If there isn't any, do you have enough to last?"įrypan stands at the other side of the counter, with one hand tucked in the waistband of his apron and the other one rested on the bunker, his fingers curled so that the edges of his knuckles are digging into the wooden surface. She quickly jots down the cooks request before looking up to him. if it doesn't come up in the box next time I can send a note down to the creators" the girl starts, keeping her eyes trained on her list with the end of her pencil hanging from the side of her mouth. It is not the builders greatest achievement, it is merely just a small plank of wood, with a nail sticking out of the top so that the girl can attach her paper, and a tiny wooden square wedged on the top of it to avoid her accidentally stabbing her hand on the pin. She takes notes down on paper, which is stuck to a makeshift clipboard that Henry so kindly made for her.

He is, after all, just a kid, and he deserves time to heal, just like the rest of them.Īdeline is currently stood in the kitchen, chatting with Frypan about everything he has and needs. It has been a tough time for them, but they would both say that they would do it a hundred times over if it meant their home was taken care of, and Nick was allowed the time to look after himself without having to worry about the prospect of losing his title as leader. It sounds a rather dull job, but the girl loves nothing more than to keep things organised, and as it is for Nick, she would do anything that was required of her. A stock list of all their supplies, ensuring that each keeper informed her of what they have used and when they have used it, in order to keep track of every single thing they have. Such as organising and hosting meetings when any rules were broken, to making sure each Glader was happy by taking time out of his day to listen to every moan, groan and complaint - no matter how small or irrelevant they may be.Įven though he grudges having to listen to all the boys bitching in his ears every day.Īdeline also played a major part in the running of the Glade. There are, however, two specific Gladers who would do anything for the boy, and so, they have elected themselves as the new leaders, until such time that Nick feels as though he is well enough to return.Īlby has been taking care of the day-to-day occurrences. Rarely leaving the confines of his bedroom, resulting in the Glade almost falling to ruin from the absence of the leader. In the months that passed since the boys death, Nick had become somewhat of a recluse. Instead, they float on the surface, melting together until they are nothing but a puddle of words he no longer can recognise. Yet, none of them seem to seep far enough into his mind to stick. Sentences like these seem to spill from his two friends' mouths on a daily basis. He wholeheartedly blames himself for the builders death, regardless of how many times Alby and Adeline try to convince him otherwise. It was, after all, his suggestion that they build such a tower in the first place. Not just for the builders because they lost one of their own, but for the other Gladers who had to bare witness to Hank's bleeding body on the grass, and for the leader, because he felt as though he had failed them. The funeral for Hank was a solemn affair. There is also a small mention of mental health.

A/N there is no death, but there is mention of it.
