TMR/TBS Imagines

Newt // Dreams

I couldn't sleep. My mind was too preoccupied with worry and doubt to sleep. Tossing and turning in my hammock before my eyes landed on my sleeping best friend, Newt. He was lying in his own hammock beside mine with his mouth mumbling inaudible words. This had been happening every night now and it shouldn't seem unordinary but lately it's become worrisome.

Talking in your sleep is normal, but it's what he's mumbling that isn't normal. He's talking about someone, someone who's more than just a friend. Someone from his past is taking over his mind while he sleeps.

I've attempted to convince myself he was talking about me somehow. Hoping that my crush was thinking of me that way, but reality kicks in and I know it isn't. I tried to match up our relationship to his dreams but it just wasn't how we were. One time he mentioned how good it felt when 'your fingers brushed mine' but when I did it for him, his eyes widened and I quickly pulled it back.

So I had convinced myself their was another girl who had his heart. That her and Newt knew each other before the glade and his subconscious was missing her. How am I supposed to compare with a girl I don't know?

This is why I've been avoiding him all I can. He's different now and I don't want to know this new Newt. He doesn't look at me the way he used to. He doesn't smile at me like he used to. He rarely can keep a real conversation without turning red and walking off.

It hurts knowing I lost my best friend, my other half, but I would rather not torture myself knowing their was some other perfect girl in his head.

Today was different, however. Newt approached me and asked me to speak privately with him. Hesitatingly, I followed him into the deadheads, unknowing what he wants to talk about.

He stopped me once we reached a far part into the woods where the glade wasn't visible anymore. He rubbed the back of his neck nervously and looked up at me.

"Okay umm (Y/N)," he stutters with his hands melded together. "I've been keeping something from you."

Here it was. He was going to tell me all about the girl. I rubbed my arm and shyly whispered, "what is it?"

He looked just as nervous as I was. Why was he so nervous? It wasn't like he was about to tell his best friend he was in love with a memory?

"I've been having dreams but only they're not dreams. They're memories and they're about a girl." He took a breath and made it so our eyes met. "She was beautiful and she was so sweet and kind to everyone, like you are. She didn't want me to be put in the maze but she couldn't stop it and I'm fine with it now. We were in love."

He took a pause and I allowed myself to speak even through a croaked voice. "Do you still love her?"

He seemed to ponder the question before taking a step forward. He placed his hand on my cheek and gently rubbed my soft skin. "I do. Do you want to know her name?"

"Not really no," I answered and took a step back. His face showed signs of hurt as he lowered his hand.

"I think you do. I mean, why wouldn't you?" He chuckled lightly.

"Because I don't want to know about this amazing girl you're in love with. I don't want to know about this beautiful memory of a girl you have fallen in love with when I stand right here, an actual person, yet you don't love me." My voice fluctuated from high to low and strong to cracked as I stared at him.

He stormed over to me now with his hands held in fists. Oh god, was he gonna hit me?

He suddenly cupped my cheeks and crashed our lips together. My eyes opened wide before I melted into him, knowing exactly what he was doing. I sealed my eyes and placed my hands around his wrists while moving our lips in sync.

We broke apart simultaneously when we needed air. He placed our foreheads together while breathing each other's gasped breaths.

"The girl was you. I loved you before the maze and I love you now. I loved both girls and I will continue to love every part of you forever," he whispered sending a tear down my cheek.

"Then why were you so distant?" I asked gripping the sides of his sweatshirt to keep our bodies as close as possible.

"Because I was scared. I knew I loved you before the memories and so knowing you used to love me, scared me because I thought you didn't love me now. Well, i don't know if you love me actually. All I did was-"

I cut him off by pulling our lips together for another deep and passionate kiss. We broke the kiss and met eyes with small smiles. "I love you, Newt. The Newt before the maze and the Newt after."

"So does this mean you'll be my girlfriend... again?" I giggled and pulled on his neck. He now moved his hands to my lower back but still a true gentleman.

"Of course. Once your girlfriend, always your girlfriend." His eyes sparkled while his face was filled with a giant grin.

"Good that," he said cheerfully and brought our lips back together.