Runnin', Workin' and Seriously Fallin' - A Maze Runner Fanfiction

Ninth

Jesse PoV:

Newt's arm slithers around my waist as he takes me back to his room. I hold his shoulder for balance. His room is only a corridor down from Gally's... Which I'm thankful for. Newt opens the door, guiding me in.

'Thank woo,' I say, his arm leaving my back.

'It's ok, Minho told me where you were,' he steps in front of me, and tilts my head down, 'how's your nose?'

'Still here. I think.'

'You shouldn't have drank that shank's alcohol, Jess.'

'Gally's not a shank, he's my fa-fa-friend,' I stutter feebly.

'I can see that, but he's still a slinthead. Just be careful - ok?' His deep brown eyes look into mine with anxiety.

'I will,' we smile in sync, 'can we go to bed now, Newt?'

'Of course we can. Have you, er, got any clothes?' Newt's face turned slightly more pink, I think, maybe it's always that pink.

'I'm wearing some silly!'

'Have you got something to change into?'

'Nope. I guess I'll just...' I look down at my black shirt, 'wear my underpants.' I rip my top off and ring it in my hands, placing it against my flat tummy.

Ooh look, I have no boobies.

Ah shuck.

I poke one with my finger.

'Grow you bloody shank,' I laugh. I look up to see Newt's eyebrows raised; his hands are on his hips.

'What are you doing?' He asks curiously.

'Are my breasts really tiny?'

'I wouldn't know, you'd have to ask Minho,' he lets out a laugh, but walks over to me at the same time, 'let's get you covered up.'

He walks over to a cupboard similar to Gally's, and reveals a large green shirt.

'Green's really not your colour, Greenie,' Newt winks at me, then pulls the fabric over my near-naked skin. He gives me a quick pat on the hips, and scoots me onto the bed. I sit obediently, then take off my shorts: leaving me in my panties.

Newt places a bowl next to the bed, I assume it's so I can be sick into that than onto him. His body climbs behind mine, and he grabs my hair. The boy brushes it, slowly and quietly. He doesn't rip out the knots like I do. Newt lifts my hair to the top of my head and uses a hair tie to put it into a ponytail. He does the same with his.

'I can't sleep with my hair down,' he tells me, 'it gets too hot.' I just nod. His hair is so pretty.

I crawl under the blanket whilst he changes. I feel his body sidle up beside me. He whispers quietly.

'I want you to keep safe, Jess. Don't get yourself into any trouble - you don't have to prove you're one of us because you are. You're gonna hate this place, my dear, but you've got to live with it. We aren't getting out any time soon. Don't go downing any more of Gally's drink: it's not even that good,' he chuckles softly, 'stick with me, kid, and you're life here will be a shuck tonne easier.'

'Thank woo, Newtle.'

'Thank woo, Jess.'

'Why're you thanking me?'

'I really, really like hugs.'

So I do baby.