Signs - TW x TMR

Chapter four

They were back in the glade. 

Thomas was back in the glade, with Newt, who was alive. 

They were currently laying on the grass, watching the clouds zoom by, trying to find different shapes in them. It was Thomas' day off, and Newt had already finished his work, so no one could interrupt them. 

Newt pointed to a cloud that looked vaguely like a goat. "That one looks like a sheep," he told his companion, who smiled at his accent.

"I think it looks more like a goat, but sure," Thomas replied.

Newt scoffed, but studied the cloud for a moment. "Shuck, you're right. Why can't I be right, for once?" 

The runner looked over with a lovesick smile that the gardener didn't notice and saw Newt giving him puppy eyes. He chuckled. "Fine, okay." He looked back at the clouds, and saw one that made him roll on the ground laughing. "Wh-what's that one look like?" he asked between his laughs.

Newt looked, and he too burst into laughter, laughing so hard he was almost crying. The cloud was in the shape of a dick. They kept trying to calm down, but every time they looked at each other, they just laughed harder. 

The other Gladers looked over, hearing their voices from all around. They weren't exactly quiet. Most smiled, finally seeing Newt actually happy after...what happened. Minho, Fry, and Gally, knew that they would relentlessly tease the pair, until they finally admitted to the fact that they were in love. 

They quieted down after a while, turning to face each other, still lying on the ground. Thomas stared into Newts beautiful brown eyes, wondering if the sparkle in them would ever go dim. He would do anything to make sure it never did. "Newt," he said softly, gaining the attention of the blonde boy. 

Newt looked away from his lips, and instead focused on his whiskey colored eyes, trying not to get lost in them so he could hear what the boy was saying. 

"Do you think we'll ever get out of this?" His voice was barely above a whisper. "This place, I mean. The maze."

Newt continued to stare into the brunette's eyes, noting that the bright curiosity that usually filled them had been replaced by a hopelessness and vulnerability that he only showed the limping boy. "Of course, Tommy," he replies, and he actually believes it. Before, he had lost all hope, but with Thomas here, he had reason to suspect they were going to escape soon. "I believe you will lead us all out of here." He smiled a smile that almost made Thomas melt. 

"Yeah, okay." The runner smiled back. He rolled onto his back, watching the sky darken. Dark clouds drifted closer, and he nudged the boy next to him, who quickly looked away from where he had been staring. Thomas pointed to the dark clouds. "Looks like rain." 

Newt sighed, brushing his pants off as he stood up. "Come on. We have to prepare." He limped off to get the others to cover certain parts of the Glade, while Thomas stayed laying on the ground. 

When Newt came out of a hut after getting the glade ready for the storm (with the help of the Gladers, of course), he spotted Thomas still in the same position he had left him in. 

Thomas was still laying on the ground, one arm behind his head, and one resting on his stomach, staring at the sky, with a concentrated look on his face. He didn't even bat an eye when rain started pouring down, still lost in thought. Thought about a certain blonde haired, brown eyed, limping second-in-command. 

Said boy was, in fact, moving closer to the boy on the ground. He didn't mind the rain, and laid down next to Thomas, with their heads next to each other and their feet facing opposite ways. Newt turned his head to see Thomas did the same. 

They stared into each other's eyes, captivated by the colors that one person would normally miss.

"Dance with me," Newt says suddenly after what felt like years of staring into Thomas' eyes., standing up again. He bent down, grabbing Thomas' hand and pulling him up. As soon as he stood up, the blond pulled the brunette more towards the maze walls, farther away from the Gladers' teasing.

The gardener grabbed the runner's other hand and started dancing. The funny thing is, neither knew how to dance, so they just kinda spun around together, ignoring the laughs that came from their friends. Their hair was dripping wet, trailing water down their faces and their clothes clung to their bodies.

They were spinning around when a clap of thunder sounded, startling Thomas, who jumped into Newt and sent them both to the ground, laughing. That's the thing with them. They could always make the other person laugh. 

The pair stayed on the ground, watching the lightning in the distance, pointing at certain strikes, only to have it vanish by the time the other looked. 

Thomas eventually turned his head to look at Newt, watching as the light from the lightning shone on his face. How it was reflected in his eyes. How his face lit up when there was a particularly large strike. How his blonde hair glowed slightly. How, when he smiled, the lightning glanced off his teeth, and right into Thomas' eyes, but he didn't care.

He quickly looked away, seeing Newt turn his head. He felt his eyes scanning his face, but let him, returning his attention to the sky.

Newt watched Thomas observe the sky, the lightning slowly stopping, as did the thunder. The rain still poured down, but there was a gap in the clouds where you could see the stars peeking through. 

Thomas moved his head enough that he could look into his best friend's eyes. "Hi."

"Hi," Newt replied back with a quiet laugh. "What are you doing?" he asked, his voice quiet, but calming with his accent. 

Looking at the most beautiful person I've ever seen. "Looking at you," he answered, his voice just as quiet. He flashed the brown eyed boy a cheeky smile, glad for the dark-ish sky to hide the blush he had coating his face. "What are you doing?"

Looking at the cutest boy here. "Looking at you." He looked at Thomas with such adoration in his eyes the brunette would have to be blind to miss it. 

He apparently was.

An unexpected bolt of lightning struck the small space of ground in between the two boys, one unaffected while the other closed his eyes, in order to protect them. 

When he opened them, Minho was leaned over him, with determined eyes.

"You ready to kill this shank or what?" he said, loud enough that Thomas could make out the words. 

"Let's go kill this son of a bitch," Thomas said, just as loud, with a smirk. He thought of his dream and how he longed to hold him, to have him safe in his embrace. He would kill Janson for what he's done if it was the last thing he did.

Hey, guys, it's me...The biggest disappointment you knowwww

yall ever heard that? it's been stuck in my head all day.

anyway, I'm not that good at writing fluff so I'm sorry this is terrible.

BUT...NEWTMAS

also, i looked up 'weird shaped clouds' for inspiration and a dick came up so I just had to put it in. (👀)

Bye...for now