Newt, Thomas and Minho all hated you – but that was only because they all loved you. All three of them had been head-over-heels in love with you since you first climbed out of the box – and they each boy knew how the other two felt. You drove each of them crazy with longing, however they had made a deal that none of them would try anything with you, because they didn't want you to come between their friendship. None of them would flirt with you, or lead you on, they would only be like a brother to you.
That was the theory anyway. In practice it was a complete failure, because there was a bonfire that night, and each boy had a plan to try and win your attention.
Just before the bonfire began, there was a knock on the medjacks' hut door. You spun round, Thomas stood there.
"Finished work for the day?" He asked.
"Yeah, just tidying up before the bonfire tonight." You said while packing the last on the bandages in their box. "Although no doubt that Gally will get too drunk tonight and I'll be unpacking this box again." You laughed.
"Well I'll promise you that I won't be the one who punches him tonight – unless he starts on me again... or you." Thomas replied.
"Awh, my knight in shining armour. Who ever said chivalry was dead?" You grinned.
"May I escort you to the bonfire?" He asked, holding out his arm like a gentleman.
You felt the smile spread across your face. "Why of course sir." You said while doing a mock curtsey before taking his arm. "One would be delighted by thy company."
"Spiffing." He laughed and the two of you went outside together, chatting and laughing. He led you to the middle of the glade, where the fire was already roaring.
Newt and Minho saw you together from the other side of the glade.
"Is he flirting with her?" Newt asked. "We agreed not to!"
"That shank is going to regret that move." Minho growled. (Of course both Newt and Minho had plans to break the deal tonight, but neither of them told the other.) "I say that we sabotage him."
Meanwhile you and Thomas were still laughing and playing your little 'lord and lady' game. Thomas lifted you off the ground to carry you bridal style.
"Thomas put me down!" You shrieked. In truth, you liked the way that he was holding you.
"The fair maiden shouldn't get mud on her shoes!" Thomas grinned. His eyes were lost in your face. He was so focused on you that he didn't see Minho approach and stick his leg out, this caused Thomas –and you– to go tumbling to the ground. Minho quickly fled the scene.
"OW!" You cried, climbing to your feet. "I told you to put me down! Not throw me! God Thomas why are you so clumsy? I'll never get these trousers clean." You groaned.
Thomas got to his feet. "Someone tripped me."
"Who?" You asked looking around, no one was close enough to have tripped him. Minho and Newt were the closest, but they were still several metres away.
Thomas looked at where Minho and Newt sat, they had their backs to him, but it seemed like they were laughing. Had they sabotaged him because they knew that he was breaking their deal?
"I'm sorry y/n." Thomas said, getting to his feet. "Let's go and get some drinks."
After that you and Thomas went and sat opposite each other on a log and drank moonshine. You were still annoyed at him, but decided to give him a second chance.
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maze runner imagines
Teen Fictiondifferent Maze runner imagines Includes: ~Minho ~Ben ~Zart ~Gally ~Newt ~Thomas