TMR/TBS Imagines

Newt // I LOVE HIM

All of us gladers were gathered around the large bonfire in honor of the new greenie, Dan, who arrived earlier today in the box. The rowdy boys decided to play an all but nice game of truth or dare.

The game was fun usually, but when Gally's drink was passed around the game changed. The innocent game turned dirty and embarrassing, not to mention the frequent sounds of a boy vomiting behind a bush. But as usual, I played alongside my boyfriend.

Newt and I sat beside each other with our hands tangled in the space beside our legs. Our backs were pressed against a tree turned onto its side and positioned perfectly between two larger trees as a bench. Newt was on my left and Winston was on my right inside the abstract circle.

The game was changing now since it had already been two hours since the first drink was distributed. The dares started out with planting something in a boys bed or go eat a pile of dirt but now they were kiss the boy next to you or toss some article of clothing into the fire- I had already lost my left sock to the fire so I made sure to chose truth.

"Gally's turn," Fry said after daring Gally to pour the remains of his drink down his pants. Gally scanned the crowed and stopped on Newt.

"Newt," he yelled with a devious smirk. He was the worst of the gladers, Minho being second, when it came to the most obnoxious drunks. "Truth or dare?"

"Truth," he answered and intertwined our fingers. It would probably be some cliche question like have you two done it yet or do you think we're really gonna get out of here. The question that came, I wasn't prepared for.

"How hard is it to wake up every day knowing that you can't even successfully kill yourself?" The gladers fell silent and Newt's eyes were wide in shock. He lost his grip on my hand and stared at his ankle. Only some of us knew why he had it, and how Gally found out was a mystery to me.

"How hard is it knowing no one can love some one like you, with that limp and-"

"I LOVE HIM!" I screamed over Gally making him shut his mouth. I wrapped my arms around Newt's neck and rested my forehead against his hair.

"I love him. I love you," I whispered into his ear. It was the first time telling him that I loved him even though we had been dating for a month. We thought the word meant a lot and shouldn't be thrown around if it wasn't meant with a full and complete heart. But I did. I loved him. Everything about him and now i guess was the perfect time to tell him.

He slipped his hands around my waist and pulled me onto his lap. His wet eyes weren't filled with the same darkened pain they had only moments ago. Now they were full of light and love. The same chocolate color I stared into every time we kissed.

"I love you too," he said, both of us grinning like crazy.

"AWWWEE," Minho squealed beside Newt. He was lying on his stomach with his chin in the palms of his hands. He was grinning as wide as we were before rolling onto his back and sighed happily. He was definitely a happy drunk when he was around Newt and I.

"Wow the stars look beautiful tonight," he sighed happily looking up at the stars. "You know what else is beautiful?"

"Newt," I smiled at him with putting my hands around his neck.

"Newt," Minho smirked before closing his eyes and immediately falling to sleep.

"I love you, (Y/N)," Newt repeated. I fell onto his chest with one hand bunching up his hoodie and the other holding the back of his neck. He put his hand around my waist and used the other to play with my hair.

"I love you more."