I'm a hopeless romantic so I write stories about The Maze Runner's Newt or Thomas Brodie Sangster. Most of them are sweet but some are heartbreaking. Thanks for reading and voting! :)
"(Y/N) you are going," my best friend said taking out the dresses we had set out for tonight. We were going to the premier of the new movie The Maze Runner which happened to be my favorite book.
I also loved it since the hot Thomas Sangster would be in playing Newt. He was really attractive, don't get me wrong, but he seemed like another snotty famous actor. I would love the honor to meet him but I knew I would some how mess it up.
My life was nothing but torture as I found a way to screw up everything in my life. My mother left when I was young leaving me with my dad and his new wife with her evil daughters. I was the maid of the house considering she had my dad under a spell.
I was a real life Cinderella except my prince would never rescue me. My prince would never save me from this retched life. He would never dance with me for hours before falling in love. This was reality and that meant no happy endings.
"I'm not going," I said and crossed my legs on the couch.
Her father was Wes Ball so she had exclusive tickets to everything involving the movie. She would invite me but I always declined knowing I didn't want to embarrass myself in front of talented people. I had some self respect.
"Yes you are. You've blown off every opportunity I've given you but you're going now. Quit moping around and put on this hot dress," she demanded and tossed me the long dress she prepared for me.
"Fine," I groaned. "But you owe me."
"Yay! Okay, we have an hour to get ready and go." She was jumping around before concealing herself in doing her hair.
I quickly got ready, not bothering to doll myself up too much. I had no one to impress.
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"You look stunning! Now let's go get those boys," she giggled and locked our arms.
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The movie was better than i expected. I cried of course watching Chuck die but I couldn't stop moving my eyes onto Thomas. He looked absolutely perfect covered in dirt and sweat. Wait... what am I saying? Stop it.
"Ready?" Leslie asked as we rose from our seats. She pulled me over to where her father was in a deep conversation with the British boy itself, Thomas.
"No no Leslie," I moaned but she kept pulling me.
"Hey dad," she cheered as he turned to her and pulled her into a hug. I couldn't help but look at Thomas who had his eyes on me. He sent me a shy smile as I returned it and tried hiding my red cheeks behind my hair.
"Did you girls enjoy it?" He asked looking at us.
"It was amazing!" Leslie cheered as I smiled at my overly excited best friend.
"That was the best movie I've ever seen. You did a great job dad," I said using the nickname he asked me to call him after his first encounter with my actual father.
