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In three days would mark the fifth year anniversary since the first wave of gladers came up in the box. Five years we've been stuck inside this maze without a way out. Five years we've lived with the same gladers in the same hammocks and huts. It was a life now.
Since we had been living here so long, Wicked decided to grace us with most of the objects we requested. Unlike the first couple years of the glade, we have instruments, board games, books and MP3's to pass the time. This place doesn't seem like a prison anymore, but as a home.
Although we now have toys and things to play with, we still have fun playing an old game of truth or dare. After work today, a group of us- Newt, Minho, Thomas, Teresa, Frypan and myself- went to the homestead to play a little game before bed.
Nothing too embarrassing or dangerous had happened yet and I had brilliantly dodged every question by looking behind me so I looked completely unaware even if someone did call my name. I didn't like their dares and their questions were the same (how do you like living in the glade, who's your crush or who would you kiss out of all the gladers?)
"(Y/N)! You haven't had a turn yet," Minho yelled turning every eye to me. I can't get out of this now. "Truth or dare?"
I groaned and said, "dare." I didn't feel like making up some excuse as to why I didn't have a crush even though he was sitting right beside me. The blond haired, British boy was sitting only a foot to my left so it wasn't easy knowing he could see my red, hot cheeks.
"I dare you to sing to us." Immediately, I stuttered out a string of 'no's' and mumbled 'I can't sing', but the others all spoke over me.
"Oh come on, (Y/N)," Thomas said across the semi circle. "We see you all the time in your room with a guitar in your lap. We know you can sing."
"Yeah," Teresa added to my right, "you're really good and we all wanna hear it. I'm sure you'll impress everyone." She motioned her eyes behind me at my crush. Teresa found out months ago when she caught me watching him... stalking him across the glade. I eventually gave in and she's been trying to get me to admit to him since then but I'm too shy.
"I-I uh, a-alright," I eventually gave in and jumped up and climbed up to my room on the second floor of the homestead. Worries ran through my head as I pulled out my guitar and came back downstairs.
What if they didn't like it? What if Newt didn't like it? What if he didn't like my voice? Or my singing? What if he thought I was-
"Yay! She's back!" Teresa cheered when I came back to the group. I took a seat back where I was before and set the guitar in my lap. I took one glance at Newt, who sent me a reassuring smile. You can do this, (Y/N).
/Cause you're the apple to my pie
You're the straw to my berry
You're the smoke to my high
You're the one I want to marry/
/Cause you're the one for me
And I'm the one for you
You take the both of us
And we're the perfect two/
/We're the perfect two
We're the perfect two
Baby me and you
We're the perfect two/
I finished the chorus of the song but continued to stare at the neck of the guitar. I only looked up when my friends started clapping.
"That was really good (Y/N)," Fry smiled before the others shared their own complements.
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FanfictionI'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! :)
