Second Time Around // Newt x Reader

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         You were sat in a gigantic room, filled with people. Loud music played in the background. You scanned the crowd until your eyes landed on someone. You smiled and made your way through the crowd, passed people kissing, eating, talking, fighting, dancing, whatever else there was to do. As you got closer you could make out more features on him. He had blonde hair, green eyes, and a freckled face. He was talking to a girl around your age, she had black hair, dark brown eyes, was pale, and smiling and laughing. You could feel your heart beat going faster and faster the closer you got to him. He was attractive in some ways but you knew he had a great personality by his facial expressions. You were almost right next to him when a person blocked our view of him. You pushed passed them. You stumbled but managed to keep your feet under you. You got him into your view again. No one in front of you anymore. He didn't notice you. You were about to call out to him when he did something you couldn't believe. He kissed that girl he was talking to. Your stomach dropped, You were pretty sure your heart broke so bad, it sent shock waves through the air. It was then did you realize you were standing there and staring. You turned and ran. You left your heart back with him to deal with. If your heart actually physical shattered it would have disintegrated and would have never been able to fix. You ran, faster than you ever have before, and didn't stop for anything. You ran until you reached a small room, crying the whole way, it had cream colored walls with few shelves and books. You changed out of the dress you were wearing to a white shirt, pants, socks, and brushed your hair. Then you ran out of the room, still crying. Into another room and slammed the door shut. The room was completely white. Nothing was not white. You locked the door and sat in a corner crying silently and thinking about what you just saw. You kept whispering to yourself it would be okay, he didn't deserve you, and he was a stupid boy who was just a friend. And some friendships end.

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Your head throbbed as you slowly slipped back into consciousness. Your eyes fluttered open. You laid back in the same uncomfortable bed as last time you were unconscious. You were seriously starting to think you were going to get brain damage from passing out so many times. You sat up slowly holding your head, trying to stop the throbbing, to no avail. You looked around. You couldn't tell what time it was because the sun decided to disappear. The sky was a blank grey color, it could either be really late at night or really early in the morning. A chair had been pulled up by your bed, and someone sat in it, as usual. It was Newt. He looked to be asleep and he looked so peaceful with his head lulled onto his chest. He looked to be having a pleasant dream. Which was weird, because this place always gave you nightmares.

"Okay. . ." You whispered.

Newt suddenly jolted awake, scaring the living crap out of you. You didn't scream but you fell backwards off the bed and onto the floor. You hit the ground with a thunk.

"Oh bloody hell." Newt said rushing to your side. You were laughing hysterically. "Are you alright, love?"

"What. . was that?" You managed to get out through laughs.

"What was what? Oh! Some sort of plot twist to a dream."

You are one of the funniest people I know. You said to him in your head.

Thanks. He replied with a smile.

You just stared at each other for a while. You both leaned in a bit, but you were interrupted by someone franticly calling Newt.

"Newt!" Minho screamed.

"What, Minho?" Newt rolled his eyes.

Newt helped you up, throbbing head and all.

"A Griever thingy decided to die right at the West Door!"

"I thought that smell was you!" You called back, causing Newt to laugh. His laugh was completely mesmerizing.