The Fighter 》 The Maze Runner

Twelve

I woke up gasping for air. What the hell was that? Why am I dreaming about Newt like that? And who's Chuck? I don't even know a Chuck.

I slowly looked at Newt's sleeping figure. Good, my gasping didn't wake him up. I got out of my hammock, grabbed my shoes, and tried to tiptoe outside. It was still dark, so I didn't see his shoes - that were a few feet away - and tripped over them, landing near the wall.  I quickly got up, but my head bumped one of the shelves causing some of the items to crash down.

"Ow." I mumbled.

I looked behind me to see Newt still asleep. Wow, he is one heavy sleeper. I made my way towards the door and was about to close it, but it let out a squeak.

"Danny?" Newt called out tiredly.

Oh, come on, you got to be shucking kidding me!

Hurry, come up something, "Sorry, didn't mean to wake you. I was just heading to the bathroom."

He nodded tiredly before falling back to sleep. That was a close one. I made my way out of the Homestead.

The walls wouldn't be open for another two hours, so I went to the Deadheads. I needed to clear my mind of this dream. If it was a dream. It seemed more like a memory. I mean, Newt seemed so familiar to me when I first came to the Glade. Then this dream - or whatever - happens. Part of me loved it though. The thought of Newt and I together. I felt butterflies erupt. But, this tiny part of me is trying to deny it.

He's one of my best friends. He probably doesn't feel the same shucking way about me. I'm probably just like a little sister to him.

Maybe the dream meant nothing. Maybe it's because I spend most of my time with him. Maybe it's because I couldn't stop thinking about him.

How he's sweet, caring. How I love his smile and his laugh. How every time he wishes me luck, before the walls open, I get this sudden urge to come back to him. I feel like I mentioned this before, but I can't stop thinking about him.

Then, there is that other boy in my dream...Chuck. I've never seen him before in my life. At least I think I did. But, he seems familiar. He shares the same features as me, he could be my brother. Oh, god, do I have a brother?

There's this other thing with him. I have this sudden urge to hold him close to me and tell him everything's gonna be alright, that I'll be there to protect him.

What the shuck does this all of this mean?

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I couldn't get that dream out of my head, so the past five days I've been ignoring Newt. I didn't do it to be mean. It's just, now whenever I see him or when I'm near him I can feel my cheeks heat up. So, I'd leave for the Maze as soon as the walls open. When I get back, I just grab my dinner and eat in the Deadheads. Sleep...well, I would grab my blanket and sleep in the trees. That's how much it got to me.

"Ready?" Minho asked as we waited for the walls to open. I nodded. "Newt's coming."

The walls were three feet apart. "Race ya." I said.

I didn't give him enough time to answer before sprinting inside.

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I was glad to be back at the Glade. Minho kept pestering me about why I was ignoring Newt. I would just change the subject or sprint faster. So, I'm klunked. I wanted to sleep, but I can't because the Greenie was here today and we were going to have a bonfire in a few hours.

Gally was the one who gave him the 'welcome,' by that he scared the kid. Chris was his name. He seems like a good kid. He was shocked to see that I was the only girl here. It's only been two months, since I've been here.

Two months...time sure does go by.

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A/N: Short chapter.  Really didn't have any idea what to do for this chapter.  I'm hoping the next one would be better.