Survive Till Dusk (The Maze Runner)

Chapter 47 // The End

*Scarlett's P.O.V.*

I was on my way back to the hammocks after the little self-guiding tour of the Safe Haven I had with Alex and Robin. 

After Robin was whisked away by Minho — as per usual — I decided to come back to where I'd dropped Thomas off upon our arrival. I didn't know if the two boys were still where I'd left them, but I figured the chances that they hadn't moved an inch were pretty high.

Walking towards the site, I noticed Newt first. He sat on the edge of a hammock, legs dangling over the edge and his feet propped up on the ground just enough to rock back and forth. His head was turned to his right, looking over at Thomas, who lay dipped in the hammock next to him. Thomas lay completely still, with his arm behind his head to elevate his field of view — in this case, to look at Newt, whom he was clearly in conversation with. 

"I'm back!" I cheerfully stated when I had reached the two boys. 

Both of their heads snapped over to me in a jiffy, acknowledging my presence that interrupted whatever they'd been talking about.

"So who's gonna say they missed me first?" I questioned cheekily, looking back and forth between their stale expressions. 

"Bloody hell, won't be me," Newt exclaimed suddenly, widely grinning back at me. 

"Alright, you little zombie," I retorted, continuing the jokes. "I'm really glad rising from the dead gave you such a big mouth and an ego." 

For a second, Newt and Thomas stared at me blankfaced. Within seconds, the three of us were laughing at our stupid banter. 

Letting my gaze sway between the two boys, I instantly locked eyes with a content Thomas — his smile so bright, it lightened up his entire face, setting dimples on his cheeks and crinkles by his eyes. My heart pounded in my chest. Ugh. I shuddered innerly. I hated how one glance could do that to me; like I was seeing Thomas for the first time all over again. 

He silently waved me over to him and I obliged, walking to where he lay in the hammock.

"You ok?" I asked, checking in on him, as I stopped by his side at the hammock. 

"Mhmm." He held his hand out, urging me to intertwine my fingers with his. I gently took a seat on the edge of his hammock, making sure I wasn't tipping it over, as I accepted the gentle grasp of his hand. 

"Alrighty. Remind yourselves that I'm still here, please," Newt complained as I could see him scrunch his eyebrows together and send a glare in our direction, out of the corner of my eye.

I looked over at him, pulling Thomas' hand up towards my face and softly connecting my lips with the back of it. 

Ok, enough, I thought to myself. Don't want all of this PDA in front of poor Newt. Then I let go of Thomas' hand, to which I could see Thomas' not-so-amused expression in response. 

"Save me. Not another Robin and Minho," Newt groaned sarcastically, but also meaning his statement at the same time. 

Before he could utter another word, however, I felt Thomas pull me down to his level, placing a soft kiss to my lips. I reciprocated the sentiment, but pulled back quickly, realizing Newt was still present. 

"Ok, relax," Newt spluttered, raising his hands to shield his eyes. "You two are proper gross."

Thomas chuckled at the fuss our friend was making and how we were winding him up. I, on the other hand, was starting to feel extremely awkward between Thomas' display of affection and Newt's uncomfortable being.