Maze Runner Imagines/Preferences

Newt Imagine {2}

This request was made for: @MrsSecondInComand I'm so sorry on the delay, I hope this makes it up to you.
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The world still confused you, why were you here, what was your purpose? The day was barely waking up and you were already half asleep. "Rise and Shine shuckface." The voice obviously came from Minho, your best friend in this odd world. "It's like six in the morning, go away." The sun was barely in through your window, the slight breeze causing a shiver up your spine. "Chloe get out here before I-" you shot out of your bed before he could finish. "I'm coming!" Definitely didn't want to stick around to hear what he would've done.

As you stumbled out the door you realized your dirty-blonde friend making his way towards you. His eyes reflecting so many pleasant emotions this morning. As he came within a few feet he stopped, resting his body on the shovel he was dragging around. "Look who's actually up." A teasing tone playing in his voice. "Yeah well apparently were working together today." Newt's eyes widened as if he never agreed to this, wait, he didn't. "What do you mean? Who told you that?" Your eyes trailed away from his, trying to find the answer you needed. "Minho said that-"

"Stop right there, you trust Minho?" Somewhat of a cute snort escaped him. "Alright let's go, I'll discuss with him later." A sigh of relief escaped your lungs, what if he really did say no? He motioned for you to follow. "Yeah I'm going." As the two of you passed the field it became clear he had something else in mind. The quiet of the glade was starting to creep you out, not even a bird was heard.

"Umm Newt?" You turned to your left but he wasn't there anymore. "This isn't funny!" you yelled. Not even a single response could be made clear in the utter quiet. "Alright so you wanna play this game?" You trailed along the edge of the trees, making sure to watch out for any suspicious clues. As you walked you remembered the first time meeting Newt. Running straight for the Deadheads and climbing up a tree in hopes of not being found. Now you simply looked back at that memory like it was some stupid joke.

Suddenly you could hear something, someone running. You frantically looked around you but it was already too late. Whatever it was it sure knew how to knock someone to the ground. You landed flat on your back, pushing whatever it was off of you. As you came into realization a clear image of Thomas formed in your eyes. "What the shuck do you think your doing!" You were rather angry now, you just wanted a nice walk with Newt and this happened. "Chloe I can explain, it's an emergency and I need your help!"

All the anger that was building up slowly turned into regret, guilt. "Alright let's go." The two of you ran back to the glades main area, everyone seemingly missing. As Thomas led you to the large tree in the centre of the field your heart began to slow down. You were calm. It was so sudden and you didn't know why. Everything started to blur out, your body went into lockdown and your head was beating faster then your heart.

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You shot up momentarily, breathing in and out like you just ran a marathon. You looked around only to see yourself still in your bedroom. A loud groan was produced from you, Newt entering through the door at the same time. "How is my Chloe doing?" His hair fell across his forehead like feathers, another thing you couldn't help but love. Your gaze fell to your lap, tears moistening your eyes ever so slightly. The gardener immediately came to your side, embracing you like he would a child. "Just tell me what's wrong love." his voice gentle and soothing. "Newt somethings coming, WICKED, and they're looking for you." His eyes widened as if hearing something he never wanted verbally spoken. Your first instinct was to cry, the tears streaming down your face, the images haunting your mind. "Make it stop!" You screamed as loud as you could. Keeping that tomboy attitude was becoming extremely hard.

Newt grabbed ahold of your wrists, pinning them down as gently and securely as possible. "Jeff get in here!" Your mind was pounding with pain, the scenarios beating you up from the inside. They obviously didn't understand, why would they? They couldn't read your mind, but WICKED could. Moments later you stopped. It was as if they flipped a switch. Your body locked up, almost paralyzed with silence. The blonde male kept his eyes drawn to you, carefully watching your body. "Chloe?" Nothing happened. "Chloe?" Your body still not showing any sign of cooperation. He let go of your wrists, slowly letting his arms fall to his sides. The look on his face could send tears to your irritated eyes once more, but you wouldn't let that happen. You sat up, motioning him over. This was your chance to show him you were somewhat alright, despite the killing pain of your head. As he moved closer you struck forward, warmth against warmth in a passionate exchange. Your eyes widened as you pulled away from something you wanted for the past year. "I'm sorry.." His smile grew slowly, his eyes filling with life. To your luck you were pulled to his lap, feeling the warmth of his body against yours. "I've been waiting a long time for that."