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! :)
Greenie day meant bonfire day which were always the best. That means we all got the afternoon to prepare for the bonfire. They were always so much fun because I could spend the whole night partying and dancing with my boyfriend, Newt.
"Ready love?" Newt asked behind me as the boys all gathered around the sticks piled into a tent formation. All the keepers, plus Alby and Newt, had long sticks burning at the end to begin the bonfire.
"I'll let you call it, (Y/N)," Alby offered as the boys awaited my command.
"Light it up!" That sent ten sticks into the wood igniting it instantly. The boys around cheered and help up the jars of moonshine and clunked the jars together.
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Newt kept his right arm around my hip as we placed our jars together before drinking from them. Frypan had at some point given the greenie a jar but he immediately declined after one whiff.
Some time went by and the boys separated into sections. Some went and ate late dinner, some were banging on pots and pans to make music allowing others to dance around and some, like Newt and I, found a quiet part of the area to sit and relax.
He rested his back against a log facing the fire and pulled my back into his chest. He put his hands on my thighs as I took them and intertwined our fingers. I sat my head back on his chest allowing my head to turn into his neck. I pecked my lips on his warm skin feeling him chuckle under me.
"You shanks are always doing that," Minho chuckled pointing at us. I just smiled and pulled his arms around my body.
"You should get yourself a girl and try it," Newt said with a smirk clear in his voice.
"Sure, because I have so many to choose from. I'll just take this one," Minho smirked kicking my foot before I kicked back moments after. "Let's play a game!"
"Like what?" Gally asked coming over towards us. A few other boys had began coming over.
"Truth or dare?" Minho offered.
"We always do that," Fry groaned joining the group of boys hovering over Newt and I. We remained on the ground enjoying each other while the boys decided what they were gonna do.
"It's not like we have many options," Minho remarked. The boys all grumbled 'fine' and 'I guess so' as they made a circle around Newt and myself.
"I'm assuming you shanks are gonna join," Winston said nudging my foot. I shifted myself so I was looking up at Newt.
I shrugged. "Wanna?"
"Sure. We'll play," he answered and pecked my forehead.
"Yay! Me first," Minho cheered enthusiastically as I stiffened a laugh and returned to the comfortable position inside Newt's arms.
"And this time," Newt yelled before Minho could ask a question. "(Y/N)'s not kissing anybody but me, alright?"
Typically at these games, the dares are always kiss me for how ever many seconds the darer gives and I was getting tired of it. I obviously had a boyfriend-I was sitting in his arms- so it infuriated me when I was forced kissing seven boys before the night was over.
