Random Maze Runner

A real pain in the neck

Newtmas, kinda. Not really. Sorta.

Word count: 1328 roughy

3rd person pov

Thomas walked alone, wearing his best clothes, headed to his best friend's funeral.

The memories replayed in his head like a movie. He had been walking along with his two best friends. They had just gotten back from the movies, when the trio got jumped by a pack of five guys.

They had fought em off pretty well, till they pulled out their blades. Then, that's when things turned bad. The next thing Thomas knew, He was on the ground, bleeding from a cut on his cheek that would most likely leave a scar. Minho was laying next to him, unconscious, with a black eye, but Newt. He had a deep cut on his neck. Blood was trailing down his neck into a little pool. Some was coming out of his mouth. Thomas screamed his name, but he was gone.

Thomas picked up the pace a little. Making sure he wasn't late. He turned a corner and there it was, the funeral home.

Thomas spent the next 2 hours surrounded by family and friends of Newt, each one saying things like, "I'm so sorry." Or " Newt was a great person, he will be missed."

He had stayed at the home until every last person was gone, even Minho, who said  that he was gonna go spent some time with his family. He stood in front of the coffin, staring down at his best friend.

"I guess this is it, hu buddy??" Thomas said. Newt's eyes were shut, and they had clean the blood away, and put on a bandage, which didn't make much sense but whatever.

"It's gonna be lonely without you at the house. And Minho's going away for a couple of weeks." He bit his lip, trying to keep from crying. " I was going to tell you something, but I never got the chance, but I'll make a deal with you. If you're still there, give me a sign, and I'll tell you what I've wanted to for so long." And so he waited for a sign. Nothing.

"Figures." Thomas said, tears welling up in his eyes. He leaned into the coffin.

"Goodbye Newt." He said, and as he started to walk out, something grab his wrist. Thomas looked back into the coffin. Newt's big brown eyes were open, and staring at me. He gasped, shook his hand off his wrist, and ran like hell away from there.

<time skip of power!!!!👻👻>

Thomas yanked his keys out from his pocket. He unlocked the door and walked down the hallway. It was weird not having his buddies here. Thomas walked into his bedroom and sat down on the bed. He pick up a picture on his nightstand. It was taken at Alby and Harriet wedding. Thomas smiled at the memory. They had spent the night goofing around, drinking a little and just having fun. He sighed.

Thomas pulled on his pjs and crawled into bed. He looked at the picture one more time. Thomas' eyes filled with tears. He put the picture face down on the stand and rolled over.

{Thomas' nightmare I'm not gonna write but it's about Newt coming back and killing Thomas}

Thomas bolted upright in bed, sweat dripping down his face. It was just a nightmare He thought to myself. It took a minute to calm down. "Just a nightmare." He said out loud. "Newt's dead, he couldn't of-"

"Hello Tommy." A voice said.

It was newt.

Thomas inhaled sharply. He was standing feet from his bed. "W-w-what are you doing here??!?" Thomas said, horrified.

"I live here." Newt said. Thomas blinked, surprise he had said that.

"Not anymore, you died, remember??" Thomas said. Newt looked down at the ground then looked back up. "I didn't though, you know that." Thomas swallowed. "I don't know what your talking about." He said, trying to sound dumb. Newt sighed.