To Love *The Maze Runner/Newt Fanfic*

Chapter 56

~~~Author's Notes~~~

Okay, so I cannot thank everyone who read chapter 55 enough! The amount of positivity and love in the comments was almost too much for me to handle. I'm so glad most people liked it! Although I understand that I cut off what should have been very early. BUT THEIR TIME WILL COME. I promise they will get the honeymoon they deserve, its just gonna take some time.

This chapter is short, but can you blame me? I threw so much into the last chapter that I kinda came up empty with this one. I mean, how do you top a wedding? You don't, haha.

BUT ILY GUYS, and I hope you enjoy this update!!! I have a lot to say but I'll save it for the end!

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~~~Brianne's Pov~~~

I entered the dining hall appearing absolutely exhausted. The last time I looked this awful was probably after I found out that Newt had tried to kill himself. And I looked horrible that whole week. Come to think of it, I didn't shower that whole week.

I trudged, carrying my breakfast of toast, over to the table that Clare and Andrea sat at. I plopped my stuff down, sitting in a seat across from them.

They both turned and smiled at me. Maybe I don't look as awful as I feel?

"Did somebody have a little too much fun last night?" Clare poked, grinning ear to ear. Here it comes.

"I mean, tell us everything!" Andrea shouted, turning to Clare, who had a mini freak out of excitement. Their energy was giving me a headache, or maybe that's just the hangover?

"Do we really wanna know all the sick details?" Clare questioned, squinting, "Wait, who am I kidding, of course we do!"

I spoke up, "It's ironic actually, things were certainly sick."

"Ah! Oh my god, none of us have ever been married! Or had a honeymoon!" Andrea squealed.

"Speaking of your partner, where is Newt?" Clare moved her eyebrows up and down, in a taunting way.

"Does he tire easily?"

"What?" I asked Andrea, "And he's in bed, sleeping."

"Because you got no sleep last night?" Clare winked.

"No, because he's literally sick," I blinked, taking a bite of my toast.

"Woah, what did you guys do?"

I almost got up from the table.

"Absolutely nothing! Like Newt was legitimately sick, throwing up. We didn't," I trailed off in my angry rant, as I searched for the right words to say, "do anything."

I watched as Clare and Andrea's happy faces both turned into looks of horror, "He got sick?" They asked in unison.

"Yah, we barely got back up in our room before he threw up."

"Oh my god, did you even kiss?"

"We kissed, for like five minutes," I sighed, sulking over my unfortunate circumstances.

"That's actually awful," Andrea said.

"So, what I'm hearing is that you're married and still a virgin?" Clare laughed, throwing her head back.

"Yes, that's exactly what I am," I chuckled, "Thanks for cheering me up."

"Don't worry. He'll feel better by tonight."

We sat in silence for a few seconds, "But throw up, really?" Andrea joked.

"I know," I laughed, finding a bit of humor in the situation, "Just my luck, right?"