TMR/TBS Imagines

Newt // Bonfire

Today was greenie day, which meant it was also bonfire day. Newt, my best friend, and I loved these days because we loved the bonfire.

We loved the party the gladers threw, the drinks Gally passed around and the dancing. The only issue was my intense crush on my best friend. I loved newt ever since I first met him seven months ago when I came up in the box.

I knew even if I told him how I felt it wouldn't matter considering he could never love me. Not only because I was ugly, fat and unlovable but because I was the only girl. No one could fall in love with me since I was the only girl. This meant he wouldn't want me to be with me for me, but because I was the only option.

I tried swallowing the thought as he pulled me and the other keepers towards the fire. I wasn't a keeper but I was treated as one since I was the only girl. This mean I would attend all keepers meetings, had my own hut in the forest, and was the one to help light the fire during bonfires. It was small perks but inside the glade, it was everything.

"Here you go love," Newt said towering over me while handing me a jar of Gally's drink. He sat beside me against the log facing the maze doors with his own drink in his hand except he already reeked of the foul drink.

"Thanks," I said and took a sip of the burning liquid.

"Oh I do love bonfires. They're so much fun," he giggled and tilted the glass upwards, allowing the brown drink to flow into his mouth.

"How many of those have you had?" I chuckled and curled my legs into my chest.

"The same amount of mirrors Minho owns," he giggled to himself before hiccuping. This meant he had five drinks (we all knew Minho kept mirrors hidden in the map room from everyone else for some reason but no one decided to bring it up at all).

"Maybe I should take this from you," I said taking the drink he had and pouring its remaining contents into my half filled jar. I took some for myself and heard the gasps from beside me.

"Y'know why I love these things so much?" He asked and rested his head on his palm that was propped up by his elbow.

"Why?" I smiled and moved to face him. He had a sly smirk on his face with rosy cheeks; they turned that color every time he had too much to drink and all it did was make him more adorable.

"I can't tell you," he smirked and slapped his hand over his mouth.

"Oh come on Newtie. You have to tell me now," I pressed. He shifted on the grass until he was beside me with his hand over my hip and the other cupping my ear.

"I get to see you and you always look extra hot by the fire," he whispered in a loud voice in my ear. I pushed on his chest slightly so his clouded eyes could look at mine.

"Oh surely you don't mean that," I said hoping what he said was kidding. Half of me wanted him to be joking and the other wanted desperately what he said to be true.

"Mmhhmm. I get to see the girl I'm in love with dance around the fire. I get to see you shaking your hips and whipping you hair and doing that thing you do when you're drunk and give us all nicknames. I get to be with the girl I love," he smirked while throwing his head back until it met the log. The smirk on his cheeks and the excited sigh made me utterly confused.

"Newt you're drunk. Let me take you to bed," I said and stood up.

"Only if you come with me." I just rolled my eyes and lifted him up until his arm was slung over my shoulder. I wrapped my other around his torso while I dragging him slowly through the glade listening to the cracking of the fire mixed with the scoffs of the boys.