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! :)
I had just grabbed my lunch and sat down across from Minho and Ben who had the day off from the maze. The other two had already eaten half of their shares when I began.
I tried eating but my eyes drifted to (Y/N). She was the only girl in the glade working later as a track hoe in the gardens right now. She was kneeled on the ground pulling out carrots and placing them in the small basket beside her. She was wearing a pair of shorts and a tank top that covered her chest. She had her hair pulled in a side fishtail braid allowing me to perfectly see her face.
She was beautiful. She was gorgeous and had a nice shaped body; she wasn't petite but she wasn't fat either. She was fit. She was so kind to everyone despite the rude and sexist comments the boys yell at her. She puts everyone above herself and does her part.
Why does she have to be to so kind, and sweet, and strong, and gorgeous? I fell in love with her for that. She had been here for four months and I knew after one that I was in love with her.
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"Staring at (Y/N) again?" Minho chuckled and looked over at where I was staring. (Y/N) sat up, sighed and wiped off her forehead with the back of her hand. It was extremely hot in the glade today and I was a little worried why she was still working. What if she overworks herself in this heat?
"I can't help it," I groaned and looked back at my food.
"Well you aren't getting anywhere just by staring at her. Go tell her," he nudged further.
"I can't. There are 40 boys here to choose from. Why the bloody hell would she choose me?"
"Well then you just have make her see. Make her want to choose you," Ben chimed in with a mouth full of food.
"You guys are gonna help me, right?" I asked a little frantically.
"Of course, shuckface. Here, there's always a lesson to learn," Minho smirked and looked back at (Y/N). "Go over there and tell her to come eat. But don't demand it."
"And make sure to complement her," Ben added as I got up and made my way to (Y/N).
As I got closer, my hands began to sweat like they usually did when I was around her. She looked up at me with a nice smile and a small wave like always.
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