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13: Preperation*~•

Thomas saw Newt in the corner of his eye. He waved to him, he immediately waving back, big smile planted on his face.

"Hey Thomas, this is amazing!" Chuck exclaims, almost finished with his plate. Thomas hadn't taken a bite if his food yet, he wasn't all that hungry anyways. "Hey guys!" Newt smiles at the boys, sitting next to Thomas. "Thomas cooked this excellent potato, you have to try it Newt!" Chuck hurriedly said to Newt. "Oh, well in that case." Newt said, taking a bite of the potato. "Oh my god, how?" Newt smiles. "I just peeled, chopped and cooked them nothing special, fry did all the work." Thomas explains, rolling his eyes. "Yeah, but Fry's potatoes weren't as good as that before." Chuck said.

"You shoud eat." Newt says, pointing to the boys plate, full of food. "I'm not that hungry." Thomas said, knowing Newt woud keep pressuring him to try it, until he did.Thomas grabbed a spoonful of potatoes and chicken and ate it. He coudn't admit, but the food was amaizing. "So?" Newt asked. "Meh" Thomas replied, knowing he was lying. "Aight, I'm going to clean the klunking bathroom, bye guys." Chuck says, as he gets up from his stool.

"did you also see the-" "yeah" Thomas didn't want to talk about it. Newt did though.
"You don't want to talk about it right?" Newt saw clearly through his head. "Do you?" Thomas replied. "I do." Newt mumbled, drinking his water. "Aight, spit it out then." Thomas smiled at the boy.

"You were working for the creators, you wanted to be with me, so they allowed, they weren't sure if you were on their side." Newt whispered to his ear. Thomas definetly wasn't on their side. Not after he lived through what they had made. "So are you on their side?" Newt asked, seeing the boy was deep in his thoughts. "No, definetly not, I woud never be. I don't know why I worked for them" Thomas quietly murmured, so only Newt woud hear. "I beleive you, and even if you don't remember sacrificing yourself for me, I will be forever grateful, that you did." Newt smiled, Thomas retuning his smile, he almost invisibly snuggled against him.

"I'm grateful that I did it too, I mean, imagine living in the maze without me, I woudn't know what these bastards were put through." Thomas sarcastically smiled, looking around the room. He thought of Chuck, Minho, Fry and Zart, and of course Newt.

"Yeah, I can't imagine living without you." Newt smiled, throwing his arms around Thomas, but he pulled back soon after, because there were other gladers around. Thomas wasn't even sure if his words were sarcastic or not, but he had to admit, he'd be kind of happy if they weren't

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"As you know, the doors aren't closing even today, we're all following the same plan as yesterday. If a greiver comes, you all stay silent and nobody moves." Newt announced to the listening gladers including Thomas.

"Ei, shank what's up" Thomas knew that voice, it was Minhos. "Eh, tired." Thomas replies looking over to the smiling asian.

Thomas knew there was a long night ahead of him, so when he got to the meeting room he fell asleep the second his head hit the maze walls.

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The boy woke up covered with a blanket and-

Newt?

And a pillow. All of the gladers had the same strategy as Thomas, all peacefully sleeping. Thomas knew Newt was a light sleeper, so he made sure to not move a muscle.

Newts arm was wrapped around Thomases shoulder, his legs around Thomases, spooning him.

"Mmm" Newt groaned, waking up. "Mornin' Newt." Thomas quietly said, half-asleep. Newt smiled to him, his hair messed up, standing in all directions. "Why is it always me and you that wake up first?" Newt asks, seeming to be less tired than Thomas. "I have no idea. Do you think any greivers will enter the glade?" Thomas asks back, leaning his head on the maze walls. "Oh god, I hope klunking not." Newt says, erasing a smile from his face.

Newt places a finger on Thomases mouth, as they hear a noise.

Minho is waking up. A wave of relief shocks their bodies. "What are you two lovebirds already doing up?" Minho asks in his sleepy voice, his eyes barely open. "Sod off." Newt laughs, slapping the gladers back. "And we aren't." Newt chuckles, a pang to Thomases stomach, that he didn't know hurt so bad.

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(A/N) been some days yepp, how was christmas to everyoneee???
Also ignore them fangirling over potatoes in the start I had that before rewrite and it was so funny I had to keep it in😭😭