The Maze Runner Imagines (requests closed)

Newt Imagine - Bonfire (1/3)

I'm sorry I know I haven't posted in forever so here's a random imagine. If you're following my insta (newtstrackhoe) you probably read this already, but don't you just love bonfire imagines?
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It was late at night and all the gladers were prancing around drunk. Even the most serious of them all-Newt.

Getting drunk isn't my thing, it never really has been. I never really understood the purpose of it, and the drink was horribly nasty. What the shuck does Gally put in it?

I only have some when I'm feeling down, it has a nice kick to it. But today, I'm feeling okay. My gaze switches from looking to the bright, twinkling stars above me, to the heated, rageful, dancing flames in front of me. They're both such beautiful, simple aspects of life make me happy.

The wind blows through my hair as Newt plops down next to me, just a tad tipsy, let me rephrase that, completely wasted.

"Good morning love," his speech slurs, "Beautiful night isn't it? Look at the stars!"

I giggle, "Yeah, I've been looking at them for quite a while."
"Sounds like my attitude towards you." He laughs and starts playing with my hair, his drink spilling onto the green, lush grass below us.

"Um, what?" I jokingly scoot away from him. "No wait!" He lays his head on my lap, his eyes gazing upon the glistening stars. "Look at that star right there, see the white one?" Newt points to the sky, but not any star in particular.

-"Hm, they all look green to me." I joke. "Green? You're crazy, maybe even drunk. They're bloody fuzzy, but definitely white."
-"Ah okay, so what about the star?" "Well it reminds me of you. Ya know, bright, beautiful, funny, cute."
-"You've talked to that star?"
"Yeah, we talk every night. She's my best friend. I mean--I wish she was more than that."
-"...The star?"
"No silly, stars don't bloody communicate. I'm talking about you love."

Newt gently strokes my cheek with the back of his pointer finger, but I brush it away.

"But you said the star was funny? Now you're saying you can't communicate with the stars?"

Newt sits up from my lap and looks into my eyes.

"You don't get it Y/N."
-"What am I not getting?"
"I like you Y/N, actually, I think I love you."

I let out a very unlady like snort. -"Please Newt, you're really drunk." "Why do you say so?"
-"Because you're being ridiculous, c'mon. Let's bring you to bed."
"But I bloody mean it, I mean almost everyone knows."
-"Okay Newt, that's sweet."

I laugh, pushing him towards the homestead. Part of my wants to think that he's joking, but the other part wants to believe it. Besides, I've always had a crush on that gorgeous shuckface.
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Second part? Yes? No? Maybe so? Let me know! HEY IM A POET AND I DIDNT KNOW IT!!!!! OK SORRY IK IM LAME BYE ILY