Lost without you × Newt × A Maze Runner fanfiction

Chapter 4

Newt helped me stand up because I still hadn't regain all the power in my muscles. I felt so weak because someone had to actually help me.

Alby introduced himself and I told him I just remembered my name, Rosalie. The big boy laughed and said 'Welcome to the Glade, Rosalie. You'll get the tour first thing in the morning. It's too late to do it now, plus you have to rest so you can regain your strength.'
Than he walked away. Chuck followed him.

'Yeah, he's a bit on edge.' Newt whispered in my ear. 'Because of the whole girl situation, you know.'

I nodded. 'Yes, it's very weird I am a girl. How does that happen?' I joked, and began to laugh.

Newt rolled his eyes and smiled. 'Well, there were once a man and woman who really liked each other, and then-'

I began to laugh even harder. 'That's funny, ha-ha!'
Newt joined me and laughed, too. His laugh was so amazing and cute and I just stared at him while I laughed.

His hand is still on my waist and I leaned a bit forward against his body.

'Newt?' I asked him. This was something I had longed to ask for a while now.

'Yes?'

'How do I look? I mean do you guys have a mirror or something?'

This made Newt laugh again, and stared back in my eyes. He mostly looked down, like he avoids having eye-contact - he's probably shy.
'Well, you are honestly the most beautiful girl I've ever met-'

'I'm the only girl you've ever met, or as far as you remember anyway, that's mean. I'm serious.'

'Okay, that's true. But I think you are beautiful. You have dark brown hair, beautiful brown eyes.'

This made me blush a little. I hope he didn't noticed. I looked down at my feet.

'But I can get you that mirror if you want.'

'Please.' I smiled.

We walked over to the homestead and he told me to wait outside. A couple of gladers walked past me while I was waiting. They all introduced theirselfs. I met Winston, keeper of the slicers, two guy named Tim and Steven , who both worked in the gardens. I also met an Asian guy, named Minho, who was the keeper of the runners, Newt had told me. Whatever that was. I told them my name, and they all welcomed me to the glade. Everyone was really nice to me.

Newt came back with a mirror as big as a football, well at least as big as I imagine a football to be like.
I looked at myself in the mirror and in the corner of my eye I saw Newt watching me.