Newt imagines 2

13 reasons why

Thomas and Minho had been startled when returning from the maze. To see their mature, calm best mate, bright red, crying and half running half limping through the glade towards Alby that was a shock. They had followed suite, catching up quickly. Thomas had caught a glimpse of Newt's eyes and knew what was happening, y/n was causing more trouble. They had grabbed their friend, dragging him screaming and kicking back to the homestead to get ready for tonight.

Thomas stood outside of the bathroom whilst Newt had a shower, listening to him breaking down, cursing and sobbing. Thomas jumped when Newt threw the shampoo against the door.

Now they sat on the floor of y/n's bedroom, their black suits laid out on the bed, Newt explaining everything. "Alby had read that message and done nothing." Newt snorted. "He looked surprised when she died, but really he has spent the past week lying to all of us."

Minho bit his lip in the corner. They all had dripping wet hair, smelling of peppermint.

"Newt we can't just assume that Alby is in the wrong.... Can we?" He turned to Minho who stared at Thomas. "Alby is your best friend, he spent so much time with y/n, he just wouldn't turn the other cheek." Thomas was trying to stand up for the grumpy number one.

"We know nothing." Minho stated, his voice flat and emotionless. "Zart... Frypan...Winston.... Y/n was a book that we only ever got to see the cover of."

"No!" Newt interrupted firmly. "I knew y/n, so did you Tommy and you Minho. Y/n was the happy smiling girl, not the corpse."

"Then we had better say goodbye to the happy smiling girl." Minho said, "and don't forget your tissues."

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The glade had become the sky. Tee lights shimmered in the grass creating a Milky Way of light through the glade and deadheads. Newt stood besides the wooden coffin, he kept his eyes glued straight forwards, it hurt to look at the box his best friend lay in. His black suit, preen white shirt and a small yellow daisy in the chest pocket. He didn't know it but he looked gorgeous. The other gladers knew y/n would have loved it. Under the coffin lay three bamboo sticks, the ends poking out. Newt tensed as he watched the other gladers gather around and behind the coffin, all holding a light or flower or a symbol of her. He saw Zart, Gally, Fry and Winston take there places near the coffin. Too close. Thomas placed a hand on Newt's chest, he was standing behind him and could see every thought etched on his saddened face. "Everyone gets to pay there respects." He copies Alby's earlier words when Newt had asked for it to be a selected group.
Alby stood in front of the coffin, he was dressed in black trousers and a pale Crimson shirt. It looked like it had been washed with all of y/n's blooded clothes.

His face was grim, each deep set line carved with sorrow as he walked alongside all the keepers who stood ready to carry the coffin on the long journey. He shook hands, nodded heads, exchanged mere words. He stopped before Newt and breathed deeply. Thomas stepped closer to his friend scared he might lash out.
Alby looked down Newt as Newt did the same.
"She would have loved this."
Newt's face muscles burned as he stretched them into a smile. "The candles were a good idea."
Alby nodded his head. "I meant you, but the candles were a good idea. Chuck really knew a lot." He sighed and grasped Newt's hand in a firm shake. Newt couldn't bare to hold back onto Alby's arm, he has promised not to confront Alby tonight, for y/n, but it was so hard. "I'm so sorry mate, she... She was something special."
Newt watched angrily as the leader allowed a small tear to role down his cheek, a leakage in his guilt.
Newt took a wavering breath. "Yes. Yes she was." Newt felt his own inside cracking and snapping. His heart was burning with conflict. His friend was now his enemy and yet still his shoulder to cry on. A single tear of Newt's join Alby's running down the duels faces as they watched the grief in each other. Then Newt felt a small finger press against the small of his back, a comfort only y/n had know. Newt saw Thomas' pained face as he reassured his mate the only way he knew how. Newt stiffened and was falling apart. He knew he couldn't last longer at this funeral.