The Maze Runner Imagines/Preferences

Newt Imagine

I laugh as Newt gives me a small dandelion. "Aww, this daisy is really pretty! But I know an even more beautiful Daisy." He looks at me with those eyes I could just melt in, and I feel myself blush and look away. God, I wish Newt knew how I actually felt about him, and that I don't see him as just friends. But of course no one sees me as anything more than a friend, one of the boys. The Daisy who could beat Frypan in any eating competition, the Daisy that could run as fast as Thomas in the Maze, the Daisy who could outsmart Alby in any puzzling paradox. Never Daisy, the girl that Newt loved so much. I sigh at this thought and Newt stops me, standing in front of me and studying my face with worrying eyes.

"Is there something on my face?"

I subconsciously touch my cheek and stare at Newt for an answer. He smiles and laughs, answering "No, but is everything okay, Daisy? You look so down."

I gaze at his face, now searching around the Glade. I contemplate my choices; should I tell him? Or would he take it as a joke, pat me on the back and say that's a good one, you're so funny like he always does when I try to be serious? Or would he take me seriously and kiss me and whisper that's funny, because I like you too?

Newt meets my gaze and raises an eyebrow. "Hey, what's up? You look constipated or something." I smile weakly and make my final decision; I'll go with that. Putting on a brave face, I smile and answer, "Nah, everything's fine."

Sometimes couples just weren't meant to be.

-Triple update? And guess what, there's still more to come!