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! :)
"You gonna help me train the newbie runners, love," Newt asked after we finished breakfast. Today was the one day a month the other gladers who train to become a runner and this month it was Newt's job since Minho was busy with a twisted ankle.
"If I get to boss them around with you," I smirked. I had been a runner too with Newt but due to Minho's injury, I got the day off as well.
"Good that. Let's go then." We linked fingers and walked to the group of four waiting beside the entrance of the maze.
"Listen up shanks," I yelled ignoring Newt's smirk behind me.
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"Good job shanks," Newt complemented as the boys all fell over from exhaustion. Newt and I had them run the length of the glade ten times, do fifty push-ups, jumping jacks and lunges.
"How did you do that?" One of the boys panted while gulping down a jar of water.
"Because you need inspiration," Newt smirked. "Go wash up and tuck in. Tomorrow will be even worse when we test your memory."
A few boys groaned and weakly walked to the homestead or the showers. Newt just looked to me before looking towards the ground.
I giggled and lied flat on the ground before Newt lied beside me. He then climbed over me so his legs were between me and put his hands on either side of my head.
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He then bent his elbows until our lips pecked and he rose again. We had done this many times. He would do this when he needed to work out on a day off or just simply as a way to show off.
"You're so cute," I giggled as he continued this for a while until his arms became tired and we switched. This time I did the push-ups over him although I could never hold out as long.
"I love you," he whispered as I pecked his lips and this time hovered over him.
"I love you too." I fell on his chest and let his arms hold me in the middle of the glade.
"You shanks are too cute," Minho cheered over us. He always loved our relationship to the degree that it was borderline creepy.
"You should be resting," I said moving onto the grass and burying my face in his neck.
"But I'll miss the show." Minho just smirked before kicking our feet. "Thanks shanks."
Newt welcomed him before returning to me with our eyes closed. We snuggled together preparing to take a nap together.
