When... (Dylan O'Brien Character Imagines)

thomas when...

Thomas when he sees you after you're done testing

You sat anxiously waiting on the white bed as the other Gladers were being tested or getting supplements.

Brushing over the bloody cut on your cheek and thinking about the future scar, your eyes wondered over to Thomas.

You'd secretly been crushing on him ever since he pulled you out of the Box the first day you were sent in the Glade. Of course you'd rather come face to face with another Griever then tell him how you feel.

He looked up at you suddenly and you quickly removed your blood stained hand away, your cheeks turning a light shade of red.

You realized you hadn't even showered and were still in your old raggy clothes from the Glade. The smell seemed normal to you, but you could tell you needed a proper clean.

He smiled at your embarrassment and your heart rate sped up as a doctor walked through the hallway.

"How are the new arrivals holding up?" She asked to no one in particular.

"Very good, doctor."

"You must be Y/N," She walked over to your bed, greeting you with a warm smile.

To be honest this place gave you the creeps. Everything seemed perfect, too perfect. Something was up, you could tell by the fake smile on Janson's face when you first met him. But this nurse seemed nice, genuine, and a hint of guilt gleamed in her eyes.

She pulled back the curtains around the bed as you got one last look at Thomas's concerned face.

"Wh-Why'd you pull that back? What are you gonna do to me?" You asked hesitantly eyeing the syringe in her hand.

"I'm just going to run some tests. See what you were deprived of most," She responded, her eyes never making contact with yours.

"No. No! I need to have the curtain open. I need to see my friends. I need to see Thomas! Please, please. I just want to be with them."

The nurse put down the syringe of the strange liquid and sat down on a nearby stool.

"This Thomas boy, he's in your group?" She asked and you nodded. "He's my best friend."

"No he's not," She said suddenly making you scrunch your eyebrows together. "What?"

"I saw the way you were looking at him. I can see it in your eyes, Y/N. He's not a friend at all.
Not the way he looks at you."

The doctor's observations struck you with surprise. You questioned yourself wether anyone else had noticed.

"Here," she motioned her hand to you, "come with me. I'll take you to your friends, just as soon as we get you fixed up. Tests can wait," She took your hand and helped you stand to your feet.

"How come you're doing this?"

"Because I'm a sucker for happy endings."

*

About twenty minutes passed and you haven't felt that clean in as long as you could remember. Your hair wasn't frizzy or in tangles but brushed in long loose waves. The dirt, sweat, and blood from your face and body had been removed and scrubbed, making it sparkle.

"Okay, put this on," She came back holding up a simple plain white dress. You looked it up and down, amazed by something so pretty even if it is was just a short white dress.

"Wow. It's so clean," You took the soft fabric in your hands. "I bet. From what I saw The Maze didn't seem like the cleanest place," The nurse chuckled to herself as you changed into the dress and looked in the mirror.

"Do you think he'll like it?" You hadn't seen yourself look that beautiful in your whole life. "If he could fall for you in your old clothes he'll love you even more now," she smiled as you tugged on the bottom of it.

"Alright, let's take you to him. He and the others are in the mess hall."

You walk along side the nurse as she lead you towards the mess hall doors. Once reaching them you spot Thomas and Newt having a conversation.

"Thank you," You way to the nurse. "Of course," She replies and gives a friendly smile as you walk through the doors.

You walked past several tables catching glances from other boys from the other mazes, but you only had one of your mind.

You finally reach your friends and all their gazes turn towards you.

"Bloody hell," Newt murmurs to himself looking you up and down. "Dang Y/N you clean up better than the rest of us," Minho smiles.

You laugh and take an open seat next to Thomas, who can't keep his eyes off you and his mouth agape.

As you eat and exchange conversation with the others, Thomas still continues to keep his eyes fixed on you.

"Why are you staring?" You finally turn to him. "I think I just fell in love with you."