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 was happening in the glade today meaning everything was chaos. Half of the boys were fighting with Gally in the ring, leaving with bruises and bloody cuts, while the other half was busy stumbling around intoxicated from Gally's drink. Either way, he was to blame.
(Y/N) had taken a couple jars and downed them unknowingly that it would affect her so much. Her boyfriend, Newt, had been walking the greenie around introducing him to the gladers while (Y/N) drank beside her best friend Minho.
The two of them giggled non stop about how much goo was lining the maze since they both were runners. Her giggle was always contagious which drew a small crowd around her.
Newt had taken the boy towards the fire and showed him each of the keepers names to put a face to. His eyes then trailed to the large circle of boys all smiling at something and pointed towards it.
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"Now greenie," Newt began. "Don't drink too much of that stuff unless you wanna end up like any of them." Newt chuckled before his eyes fell on his stumbling girlfriend. She was attempting to dance with Minho but it only appeared as if she was lazily walking instead of dancing.
"I have to go save her, greenie. If I don't, she'll start making a fool out of herself," Newt said with a smirk. (Y/N) and him had been in the glade for three years now which meant three years worth of bonfires to get drunk from. They each had been many times but only twice together. The other would usually be the responsible one to take care of the other and the system worked nicely.
"Newt!" (Y/N) squealed in shock and blushed like she did when her and Newt first met.
"Come on, love. I think you need a break from the boys," Newt offered and took her hand making her face turn an even darker shade of red. She gingerly walked behind Newt, wondering why her crush was taking her somewhere different.
Newt sat with his back against a log and gestured for (Y/N) to sit down. She did and brought the jar of moonshine to her lips but before it filled her mouth, Newt took it from her.
"Nope. You've had enough, love," he said putting the jar behind him so she couldn't reach. She pouted and looked over at him. When he looked over, she gasped and turned away embarrassed. "What are you doing?"
"Nothing," she muttered quickly after Newt. He just chuckled and put his arm around her shoulder making her confused and turn to him.
"What are you doing?" She asked confused. Now it was Newt's turn to be confused.
"I'm hugging my drunk girlfriend," he answered.
Her eyes went wide. "What? I'm your girlfriend? You're... you're too... perfect to be my boyfriend." This made Newt laugh and take his arm off her.
"Yes we're together. Have been for two years." She looked flabbergasted as she turned away.
"Are you a runner, because you're making my heart beat faster," she grinned making Newt raise an eyebrow.
