TMR Imagines and Preferences - Newt, Thomas, Minho, and Gally

Gally Imagine- Truth Or Dare?

Hello! This is for my awesome reader, Starship-Ranger-Taz. I hope ya like it, girl! 

Tensions were high as a few of the other gladers and I (Chuck, Nick, Adam, Newt, Thomas, Teresa, and Gally) sat around the dinner table, playing truth or dare.

Since the start of the game, Adam had to run into the maze and stay there for ten seconds, Newt had to tell his most embarassing story, Chuck had to eat everything on his plate in fifteen seconds, and Adam had to tell someone in the circle something bad about them. He ended up telling Chuck that it was HIM who put the beetle blade in his pillow one night. This led to Adam running away from Chuck, who was spewing profanities that no one his age should know.

It was finally my turn. Feeling bold, I flipped my hair off my shoulder and asked for a dare.

Teresa and Adam discussed for a while. In the middle of their chat, a certain slintheaded keeper yelled out "would you shanks hurry up? We've got better things to do that wait for you to come up with a dare for this idiot."

"Who are you calling an idiot, bonehead?"

"Bonehead, huh? Maybe if you'd pull your head out of your ass-"

Gally and I had a strong hate-hate relationship since the moment I came up in the box. On some occasions I attempted to befriend him, but I had given up on that.  Its a shame, but he was a freaking jerk.

"We've made our decision," Teresa said proudly. The expression on her face startled me, as if she was saying, "god you're gonna hate this," with her eyes. "Clara, you have to kiss someone. But its not gonna be a quick peck on the lips. It has to be a good kiss."

"Alright, alright," I  started. Boy, this would be atough decision. "I'll kiss... uh..."

"Hey, hey, hold on! There's a specific glader you need to kiss."

"Seriously?"

"Yup. You're gonna be kissing Gally," Teresa explained. I looked up at her with a why-did-you-do-this-to-me look, but she only smirked down at me. 

"Wait, why do I have to be part of this dare? I liked it better when she picked who she had to kiss! This is retarded!"

"You haven't gone either. Consider this a double dare. And I think you know why we chose you. Now shut up and kiss."

With a sigh, I stood up and sat next to Gally. He turned in his chair so we were facing eachother. His head was dipped to the floor and his face was red. I couldn't tell whether it was from anger of embarassment.

He gently put his hand at the back of my head and scooted closer. Then, suddenly, he jerked his head around and growled, "can you shanks look away?!"

"Then how will we know?"

"Nick, you can see. The rest of you, turn around!"

The gladers groaned as they looked away, and before I could prepare, Gally's lips were against mine. I looked at him, shocked and unable to close my  eyes. His eyes were closed, and it first it seemed like he was angry. But then, as the kiss went on, his features softened, and his eyes were closed in a dreamier way, like he was sleeping.

To my surprise I  found yourself enjoying the kiss more, and closed my eyes as well. My hands found the side of Gally's face as I  held his lips against mine  for longer.

All anger I had for this boy washed away in an instant, replaced by a longing to have his lips against mine forever.

And then he pulled away, slowly. He had a soft smile on his lips and he refused to look me in the eyes.

"Uh," he stuttered, smiling. "Y-you're not a bad kisser."

My brain refused to function, so I said the only thing that came into my mind "cool, you too!"

What the hell was that?

Very embarrassed, I collected the scraps from dinner and hurried off to my room.

. . .

I sat on my bed, scribbling on a piece of scrap paper. Normally drawing helped clear my mind, but something was blocking your creativity.

Gally.

His lips, that soft smile.... wait, wasn't I supposed to hate this kid?

A hard knock on the door interrupted my thoughts.

"Come in," I groaned, falling back against the sheets.

Gally stepped through the doorway. Seeing his muscular figure made my heart race.

"Hey, uh, I didn't really get a chance to say this before, and I'm sorry... god, Clara, I think you're fantastic."

I got butterflies in my stomach just from that little confession. Clearly Gally had more to say.

"Woa, thank you, Gal."

"That's not all," he said, sitting on the side of the bed. He looked out the small window, scratching his neck. "I-I really like you, Clara. I was scared to say it, I didnt want to mess up my repuation. More importantly, I didnt want to get rejected.

"But after that kiss.... I can't even keep it secret anymore. God, this sounds so friggen cheesy. I feel like I'm in a chick flick right now. So I'll just come out here and say it. Clara, I love you."

I blushed and fell backwards on the bed, closing my eyes. I felt like my heart was going to burst.

"You okay?"

I took a deep breath and replied, "yeah, I'm fine. I'm just really... shocked."

"Why?"

"Because, Gally. I love you too." 

Gahhhh!!! This one is so cheesy and cute. Hope ya like it, Clara!