Till the end :A Newt / The Maze Runner fanfic

Newt

"Why do I have to go to this bloody thing?" I asked with irritation as I sat in the passenger seat of Thomas's car. Teresa, Thomas, and I were all stuffed into the car to go to that idiotic party. Why was I even going? Minho just told me that Chloe knows what's going to happen to us and that I'm going to...die. In hindsight, it didn't even make sense. How could a bunch of kids from a fictional story have the exact same names as me and my friends? I'd bet you a thousand dollars that Chloe is making it up. To get attention from Minho.

Girls literally cling to Minho. I think the only reason they ever really do pay attention to me is because of my accent. That's about it. No doubt Chloe liked Minho. She had told him about the books before me...of course she did. A flare of something came up in my stomach. Almost as if I was angry? No, that wasn't the right word. It was something for Chloe. Jealousy perhaps. The word tasted tart on my tongue. Actually, I stand corrected. It was something for Minho because of Chloe. Did I even like Chloe? Probably not. Yet for some reason I wanted her to like me. Don't get me wrong, Chloe isn't ugly, not plain either just... I don't know. Black hair that is jusssstttt above her elbows, low cheek bones, a nose like anyone else's, and green pools of emotion that I have noticed, in the short time we've spent together, light up when she gets sad or excited and dull when she gets bored or irritated. They made her vulnerable but Chloe's eyes were my favorite thing about her. They were different every time I saw them. I hated when her eyes were clumped up with makeup. It wasn't often that they were clumped up with makeup, but still.

Maybe under different circumstances I would have wanted to see Chloe and her eyes at the party, but Minho had told me everything. The maze, the trials, and everything else about my pitiful, fictional life that I hadn't even truly lived.

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20 minutes later and we finally reached the beach. Sand and waves stretched on for miles. Glittering stars that told hundreds of stories lay above the endless beach. Stepping out of the car, a warm breeze greeted me. It was a nice breeze that wrapped around me completely. A big bonfire close to the parking lot made it possible to see. Stepping out of my black flip-flops, I started my way towards the bonfire.

Unfortunately, I found out that alcohol was being served at the party.

"What are you bloody doing?!" I asked with clear irritation. A dark haired girl wearing shorts and a bikini top fell back into me, holding a red Solo cup. She looked up at me sparkling eyes that were excited but distant. "Chloe?"

"Sorry." Chloe giggled and moved out of my arms that were holding her up. She swayed up and turned to face me.

"What are you doing here?" I furrowed my eyebrows as Minho came up behind her. "And why are ya drunk?"

"I invited her here." Minho put his hand on Chloe's shoulder. "And she's a lot more fun when she's drunk."

"You let her drink?!"

"Why not?" He shrugged.

"Ello." She grinned. "Fancy seein' you here."

I'd be lying if I said I wasn't staring at her. She was DEFIANTLY hot tonight. Her hair had a slight wave to it, her skin was slightly tan, her eyes were clear, and I never noticed how curvy she was...

Shaking my head I looked at Minho. "You shouldn't have let this happen. I'm taking her home."

Minho laughed slightly. "You don't know where she lives and I think she's had a little too much to tell you."

"Then I'll take her to my bloody house you slinthead. Give me your keys, Thomas. You all can get a ride home with Minho." Thomas blinked at me but handed them over with no hesitation. Minho raised an eyebrow at me but I had already grabbed Chloe's hand and started dragging her towards the car.

"You're no fun, Newtie." She whined when we reached the car and I put my flip-flops on.

"Newtie, eh?" I chuckled, opening the passenger seat. "Not the best nickname ever."

"I love the name Newtie!" Chloe threw up her hands as I helped her into the car (she surprisingly didn't hurt herself.)

The car ride home was silent except her soft giggle every once in awhile as she rested her head on the window. Finally getting home, I went over to the passengers seat. My parents were out of town but I would call them in the morning and tell them what happened.

"I'm tired." Chloe said when I practically dragged her out of her seat. She fell into my arms and I rolled my eyes.

"I'll just carry you then." I swiftly picked her up into my arms, bridal style, and went inside and to my room. "I guess you can just sleep in my bed and I'll take the floor." I sighed. This was a hassle and not worth my time but I suppose it would have been dangerous to let her stay at a party like that.

Setting her gently on the bed, I moved the covers over her. Before I even had time to think, she managed to get her arms around my neck while I was bending over to move the covers.

"What are you bloody doing now?"

"Sleep in bed with me, I like snuggling." Chloe giggled another drunk giggle.

I really didn't want to. It would be awkward when she woke up in the morning and realized that. But I had a feeling she wouldn't sleep until I agreed.

"Move over, Chloe." My voice had a tired edge to it, like it needed a break. She moved over only slightly and I climbed in next to her. My bed is small so we were basically pressed up against each other.

"Good Newtie." Chloe flashed a white-toothed grin and instantly clung to me. Wrapping her legs around mine, laying her head underneath my neck on my chest, and putting one arm around my waist.

"You're going to suffocate me." I have a small, ginger laugh. She might suffocate me, yes, but I'd enjoy it. Her skin was warm and soft on mine, her breathing fell slowly and quietly. Maybe it was just comforting and nice to have someone else lay next to me.

Maybe it made me feel less alone. I traced a finger along her arm, closing my eyes letting my hand move up and down the rest of her arm. It felt like a thousand butterflies were in my stomach, trying so desperately to escape.

When I touched her, my pulse quickened. I'd never felt like this before with someone. It was a feeling you can't describe.
I don't think she heard my comment or felt me though. Chloe was already passed out, dead weight that was practically laying on top of me.

I wrapped my arms around her protectively, like if I let go she might slip out of my finger tips as if she were quick sand. Quick sand I would never be able to get back.

Kissing her forehead, I had the urge to kiss her cheek then all they way down to her neck, but how creepy would it be if I did?

Eventually, my breaths fell into hers as the darkness that is sleep came to me.