The Maze Runner Imagines/Preferences

Newt Imagine

I giggle as Minho removes yet another twig from his hair. "Ugh, seriously Clara, why did you have to let me be the one to go first? Next time we're in the Maze, ladies go first." I roll my eyes and elbowed his arm.

"Come on, you girl, I honestly don't know why you're being such a sook. I think I will call you Meena now." I poke his cheek, taking great satisfaction in his flustered expression and clenched fists. He throws me a look that says, don't even mess with me. I smile and he nods towards us. "Oh, lover boy at twelve o'clock."

I immediately understand and begin to blush an intense scarlet. I punch him on the shoulder with all my might and he winces, rubbing the affected area and muttering "That's going to bruise." He escapes my grip on his shirt and makes his way to the med-house, and I cringe at the thought of standing here with my crush. A thick British accent greets me, "Hey, Clara, I was hoping I could talk to you." I turn to see Newt leaning casually against a tree, looking incredibly hot as he did so. I feel my heart race and butterflies flutter from my stomach. My breath hitches and he approaches me, his face only centimetres from mine. I stare into his eyes, losing myself in those chocolate brown orbs of his. His words pull me out of my thoughts, and my brain has trouble registering what Newt had just said. "Hang on, what?"

Newt scratches the back of his neck, unable to meet my eyes. "I-I really l-like you, Clara," he mutters, and the moment my brain had caught onto what was going on, I throw my arms around him and attach my lips to his. As cliché as it sounds, literally fireworks had burst inside of me and the sweetest moment of my life had finally rained on me. I wrap my arms around his neck and pull him closer, closing the distance between us before he pushes me back and pins me against a tree.