Dylan O'Brien Imagines

Why Is She The Only Girl?// Thomas

You got a new Greenie today, his name's Thomas. You were going to greet him and give him the whole shucking tour but Alby insisted that Chuck was the one to do it.

It was celebration night and you were with the Runners, with your best friend Minho.

The Greenbeans and Newt were sitting, Newt giving him a pep talk.

You got up from beside Minho, going to sit in front of the fire.

Thomas POV

"I don't really know what it is, something Gally makes." Newt said, taking the repulsive liquid from my hand.

A comfortable silence fell between us as Newt took another drink of the unknown liquid in a jar.

I turned around, studying the faces of the Gladers, until my eyes land on her.

I search the crowd for anymore girls but she is the only one.

She was really beautiful. Her y/h/c hair framing her wonderfully constructed face, her eyes a deep shade of y/e/c.

"Oh, I see you found y/n," Newt turns and points at her. "Smartest shank we got here, she's off limits, you hear? Means keep your bloody hands off her, got it?"

"Got it."

"Why is she the only girl?"

"Some kind of experiment from the Creators."

Y/n POV

You watched at Newt and the rest of the Gladers went off to bed.

You stomped out the fire, the cold nipping at your bare skin.

You were about to head off to bed when your saw the new Greenie sitting against a log.

You went over and sat beside him, your shoulder pressed against his.

"How about a first day, Greenie?" You asked, pushing hair up.

"I don't understand." He shakes his head, staring at the ground.

"Understand what?"

"What this is. Why we're here."

"I don't know, Greenbean, I just take each day one by one."

"I know you," he blurts. "I don't know how, I don't know where, but I know you."

"What?"

"I remember you."

"Thomas, you might be a little confused because it's your first day but-"

"No, no it' not that. I remember your hair and your eyes and your lips, I remember you."

"Thomas-"

"You remember me too," he says, standing up to face you. "I saw the way you looked at me when I came up in the box. Recognition was written all over your face."

"And so was confusion, Tom," you said, taking his hand in yours, habitually. "I don't remember anything, they took everything from me."

He pushed a piece of hair behind your ear, staring down at your in awe.

"Not me," he almost whispered. "I'm still here."

"Are you coming to bed?" Chuck's voice broke the peaceful silence between you two.

"Yeah Chuck, give me a second." He leaned down and kissed your forehead.

"See you tomorrow."