SOFT SIDES | tmr ; gally x reader

Twenty Three

You turn to Thomas. "You said that you knew a way out. Let's hear it."

Thomas's eyes light up with excitement as he talks about his findings. "You probably won't believe me on this, but there's this hole out in the maze. I found it while I was running."

"Wait hold up," Minho interupts. "You went running without me?"

"Yes..." Thomas says shyly, cowering away from Minho.

"You're not allowed to do that! I'm the keeper! I'm..."

"Minho," Newt interupts the rage. "No offence, but seriously shut up."

"He could've died!" Minho yells.

"But he didn't!" You scream in frustration. "But there are people who have actually died, and if we want to save our asses, we need to get out so please just let Thomas talk!"

Thomas clears his throat. "Umm... as i was saying, there's a hole out in the maze. It's almost like a void in the Cliff. I found it kind of on accident. I think it's how the grievers get in and out of the maze."

"Grievers?" Chuck speaks up from behind you, making you jump slightly seeing as you didn't know he was there. "Isn't that like really dangerous to go into their home?"

"It's the only chance we have," Thomas concludes. 

"So that's it," Newt says. "We're going out to find this silly hole tomorrow, so start packing, boys."

"Ahem?" Teresa says, a hand on her hip.

Newt rolls his eyes. "And girls."

People start to walk away to get their stuff to prepare for tomorrow. You decide to just go to the cots to get some sleep before you go seeing as you don't really have anything to pack. When you try to go to sleep, you find yourself finally thinking about Gally. The details of his outburst, how you could've saved him. Why didn't you do anything? Is he dead? Is he alive? 

Questions rack your brain and you begin to cry, hanging our head in your hands.

Hearing some shuffling from the cot newt to you, you look up. Newt gestures for you to come over to him. You stand up, careful to not be too loud, and make your way over to sit next to him.

"People shouldn't have to cry alone," he simply says, a sad smile on his face.

At that comment, you wrap your arms around Newt and sob into his shirt. Newt rubs your back, comforting you, but otherwise says nothing. Newt always knew the right things to do and say- you couldn't ask for a better best friend.

When you finally wear yourself out, you wipe your face with your sleeve. "Thanks Newt."

"I'm always here to help," Newt says, nudging your shoulder, a smile spread wide across his face. For a moment, you feel happy.

Newt sighs. "Look," he says carefully. "We're going to get out of here. I know that Gally is one hell of a shank..."

"Hey!" You shove Newt to the side.

"...But I know you like him." Newt finishes saying. "So I'm going to do the best I can to help you find him."

"Thank you," you say, hugging him once more.

"Hey Newt, I was wondering if you wanted to-" Thomas says, walking over. He realizes you sitting there. "Oh, hi Juno!" A deep blush floods his face.

Newt just smirks. "Oh no Thomas, you seem to have caught me mid-affair with Juno," he jokes. 

"Juno, how dare you try to steal my man," Thomas says, crossing his arms. The three of you start to laugh, a couple of people shush you.

"Aww Tommy," Newt stands up and kisses Thomas's cheek. "You know I could never find anyone better than you."