The Maze Runner: Newt Imagine

Part eight: Newts POV

"I'm fine. Just a little nervous." I say. "Why are you nervous? Are you sick?" "No. No I'm not sick. I just have to tell a certain person a certain thing. Very important." I said looking at her seriously. "Oh. Okay then. I'll go and let you talk to them. 'Bout time to go to bed anyway. So see you at the homestead." She said, looking down as she walked. "Y/N wait!" I yelled after her. "Yes?" She turned around with a small smile. "It's-it's you I need to talk to." "Really. Okay. Now go on with your life and talk to me shank." She said as she sat down beside me. My face was probably the hottest thing in the world. Well, except perhaps Y/N. "I-I." You sighed, unable to get it out. "I love you. There. I said it and I could say it a thousand times more I love you!" She turned away for a second. I started to get up when she turned around, grabbed my hand, stood up, and hugged me. Not a 'oh you're going into the maze buddy, see ya' kind of hug. But a true, passionate hug. "I love you too Newt. I love you too." When she pulled away, I picked her up and kissed her. "I better get to bed" she said. "See you in the morning love bird!" She said probably as a joke, but she didn't laugh. She was running into everything in every shape or form on her way. I started to laugh. It was pretty funny. I went to sleep too. But I was woken at dawn by a girl screaming bloody murder and I made a dash for Y/N.