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! :)
* This imagine was requested by fangirlfr0mhell I'm sorry this is really short and that it took so long. I hope I made it exactly how you wanted! *
Three months have gone by since we arrived at paradise with our families. It was even better than we expected. Not only did we have family to help fix the holes in our memories, but we had houses, homes. We had an actual lifestyle that seemed somewhat normal.
A lot had happened in the three months too. Newt and I moved into an apartment in the community with my father since Newt and I wanted to stay together, being as we were married. Newt also met his sister, Sonya, after she reunited with her parents. They clicked quickly enough to be the cliche bantering siblings you'd expect from a boy and girl pairing.
On a sadder note, I hadn't seen Emily since the first week we arrived. One of the mothers in the community was so distraught over losing her child that the other adults offered her to watch Emily. The mother immediately fell in love and took her in as her own child. I was happy to know Emily was going to a wonderful mother who would help her just as much as Emily was helping her.
We were also given jobs inside the community as a form of payment to stay there. Newt was put in charge with the higher staff to help run the community; he made the data for all the supplies and kept everyone in order. I was given two jobs: the first being a gardener- which was my specialty in the glade- and the second being one of the girls who showed the new people joining the community around.
We were making a home here in this new place. We had to adjust to our new lives, but old habits die hard, apparently.
Newt and I thought nothing of it when we left the couch in the living room to go take a hot shower. I climbed in first before him to have a head start on washing my (Y/H/L) hair. We stood close together so we could each feel the water on some part of our bodies while the other did their thing. It was a system full of giggles and 'accidental' wandering hands- on both ends too.
I left the shower first after softly pecking his lips and wrapping a towel around myself. I brushed through my hair with my brush before sneakily drying my hair with Newt's towel. He wouldn't notice.
I left the bathroom and walked into my conjoined bedroom to dig through the full drawers for clothes. Honestly, I usually wore Newt's clothes since I was always wearing Newt's hoodie in the glade. I got used to smelling him on his hoodie so I wanted to have it now even though that hoodie was long gone.
"(Y/N), I needed to ask you-" my dads voice startled me to the point where I dropped the clothes in my hands to the floor. He looked like a deer in headlights as he noticed me in a plain white towel.
"I-I'm sorry! I was just going to ask you something but I see you're busy," he stutters over words while staring at the ceiling to not look at me. He might have been my father, but this was still the most embarrassing thing to happen to me.
"You're such a sneaky girl trying to dry your hair with my- MR. (Y/L/N)!" Newt panicked when he walked into the bedroom, the worst part: the only thing he had on was a white towel around his waist.
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"Newt! What are you... what were you two... did you two..." my dad yelled looking between Newt and I even though his eyes still looked frightened when he looked at me.
"I can explain!" I screamed. "In the glade, it was all boys and just one girl, so Newt used to keep guard outside the stall for me so none of the other boys could come in. And then I guess I just got used to him being there to protect me that he just joined me. We're just used to it now."
My pink cheeks didn't match Newt's flushed red cheeks. He couldn't even look up at my father in the eye. I was wrong. This definitely was the most embarrassing thing to ever happen to me.
"I-I'm just gonna go. Let's just pretend this never happened. Okay?" My dad said before turning around and practically running out the door, slamming it shut behind him.
I quickly pulled the clothes off the floor and slipped into them so I was dressed in case something else happened like that. Newt was still frozen in place with his mouth hung open.
He turned to me and gulped. "I'm dead, aren't I? He's gonna kill me?"
I laughed and put my hands around his neck, feeling the water drops still covering most of his bare chest and neck. "No, I'm sure he was more embarrassed than you were. He probably just won't look at you for a month or two."
He nodded in understanding and put his hands around my waist. His eyes suddenly widened and his face paled again. "At least he didn't walk in on us last night when we were-"
