newtmas highschool au ~ the maze runner

1.

He couldn't believe it.
Stumbling while walking in the dimly lit hallway, he scanned the numbers on the doors he was passing.
"Ough..." he groaned, annoyed at himself for always ending up in these situations. Finally finding the right door, number twenty, a sudden feeling of uncertainty crept up his spine, a spark of shyness coming from deep inside him.
Shaking the insecurities away, his closed hand met the wooden door, knocking a couple of times.

Nothing.

Trying again he knocked harder, scared of waking up people sleeping in the other rooms; it was still around one in the morning and he was in a hotel.
Getting no results, he figured his friend was already sleeping, and defeated, Newt leaned back against the door, sliding down its surface.

Why did I have to lose my dumb room key now? I always do this stuff and then drink like an idiot and have to beg Thomas for help. Serves me right that for once he's not answering.

"Oh... ouch!"
As his tired body was nearing the ground, the blond's elbow hit the door handle, making him yelp in pain, and the door open behind him.
Newt found himself almost laying on the ground, his back on the carpet covering the room entrance, and his legs still bent on the hallway tiles, as if still going through the sitting motion.
Turning around quickly, Newt noticed the room was dark, but the bed empty.
Pulling himself to his feet with the help of the door, his head spinning a bit from the alcohol he had earlier and the surprise of the fall, Newt walked in uncertainly, not wanting to invade private space he wasn't invited into.

"Thomas?" He called, unsure of his friends whereabouts.
Weird, he was supposed to be here already? I doubt he'd leave the room door unlocked while going out to the bar. Plus, he's supposed to be back already, he left before me.
Feeling silly, he finally noticed the light coming from underneath the bathroom door, and the light sound of water running, some tune softly accompanying it. Of course he's in the shower. Who the hell showers at one in the morning? Ugh.
Not wanting to startle his friend by bothering him while showering, Newt turned on a desk lamp, unable to stand the main light of the room, and closed the door behind him.
A feeling of awkwardness started radiating from his chest, spreading to his neck, the strong emotion making him roll his eyes as he tried to ignore it.
We're friends, I'm drunk, and I lost my room key, he'll understand. I'll just explain once he's done.
The tiredness taking over him, the boy decided to take his shoes off and sit on the edge of the bed, still a bit stiff. Listening to the water run helped him relax, and Newt started to let his eyes explore the room, noticing more details about it.
The desk was some kind of dark wood, left empty except for the lamp he had turned on and what he assumed was Thomas's wallet. A cushioned chair sat under it, with a hoodie thrown over it.
From where he was sitting, Newt was facing the main room door, and next to him, at the end of the bed, an open closet revealed Thomas's luggage, his clothes thrown around it messily, probably by the boy himself looking for something to change into after the evening out.
Newt found himself blushing while staring at Thomas's clothes, lingering on them just a moment too long, and moved his gaze from them.
Stop being a snoop, that's private, he scolded himself.
Concentrated as he was, the boy failed to notice that the water sound had stopped, the music that was playing along it more noticeable, and the light under the door shifting, as his friend had exited the shower.

The sound of the bathroom door opening was accompanied by Thomas's voice:
"Shit! Oh my god Newt what are you doing here? You scared me!"

The blond almost jumped to his feet, lost in his thoughts, having almost forgotten where he was.
"Oh, I, Tommy, sorry I-, uhm lost my room key and-"
His slurred words were interrupted when Newt's gaze turned to Thomas. The brunette was barely covered by a towel, and trying to turn the music off on his phone, the task taking a couple of tries due to his still wet fingers.
Suddenly blushing and realizing the situation he was in, Newt tried covering his face, wanting to give his friend privacy, but the image of him almost naked just out of the shower was still burned in his mind.

"I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to-"
Chuckling, Thomas interrupted the blond, having recovered from his own surprise.

"It's okay Newt, I just didn't expect it. What are you doing here?"

"Uhm, I lost my room keys at the bar I think, I came to see if you could help me? I knocked but then you didn't answer and I fell and the door it opened and wasn't locked I didn't mean to bother"
The boy struggled to get the words out in a coherent way, the last sentence coming out in a single breath, almost panicked.

"How much did you drink Newt, you sound like you've just learned how to talk"
Thomas scoffed at his friend, amused, looking at him shily cover his eyes like a child would.
"Newt you can take look, you've seen me in my swim trunks this isn't much different, I would just appreciate if you could move over a bit"

The blonde lowered his hands and looked at his friend again, feeling silly.
Thomas was now covering himself better, the thought that he was coming out of the bathroom naked with him there, making Newt feel a rush of emotions that made him embarassed.
Looking at his friend confused, the blond was about to ask why, but his sober friend was faster. "You're sitting on my clothes Newt", Thomas said smiling.

"Oh shit, yeah sorry" Newt muttered, shifting from the clothes he hadn't even noticed he was sitting on. A simple t-shirt and underwear, along with a pair of short baggy pants, probably for sleeping.
Uuugh, I wanna disappear right now, he thought, glad that at least his friend was enjoying himself, finding Newt's embarassment funny and lightly chuckling at him.
"I'll be back in a second, shank", Thomas said, before turning around and slipping into the bathroom once again, along with the clothes he grabbed.