Short Maze Runner Stories

Newt Imagine for AmazingAlpacas

Newt had never been very good at taking care of himself.

Okay, scratch that, he had always been bloody abysmal at taking care of himself.

If he ate at all during exam season, it was convenience crap, mainly from vending machines, or the occasional sandwich that Alby had to more or less force down his neck.

And as for his sleeping habits...

Well, when he had exams, Newt seemed to see sleep as optional. Something everyone else did – and that was fine, it just wasn’t for him, not when he could be using his time for more important things. If he got 8 hours in three nights, Minho would proclaim it a miracle (and receive a steel-piercing glare in return).

Except, of course, despite appearances, Newt is indeed human and very much in need of trivial human necessities like food and sleep. Which is why, right now, standing outside Minho and Thomas’ flat, he feels ready to drop at any moment.

The door opens, and he’s greeted by an apparently already tipsy Minho.

His friend’s brow creases as he takes Newt in; tousled hair, 4 day stubble, eye bags that would be worrying even on Phoebe.

“You look like shit.”

The blond man glares.

“Thanks.”

“Seriously, man, are you okay? How much did you sleep last night?”

“Enough.”

The other man quirks an eyebrow.

“Which means 2 hours at most.”

Newt sighs, running a hand through his messy hair.

“Well, it doesn’t matter now, does it? Exams are over, which is why I’m here, isn’t it?”

He pauses, frowning.

“When you said that this was a party...”

“I meant Alby’s definition, not mine,” the dark-haired man says, grinning, “don’t worry no body shots or drunken karaoke tonight, just beer and some movies.”

He pauses, placing a hand on his friend’s shoulder.

“Look, Newt, you didn’t have to come, you know. If you want to go home and actually get some sleep, it’s cool.”

Newt smiles, weakly.

“I’m fine, seriously, Minho. I think I can stay awake for this.”

The other man looks doubtful, but steps aside anyway, letting his friend walk in.

Everyone is there already – Teresa, Gally and Thomas are curled up together on a sofa, Brenda and Alby are arguing about something while Chuck looks on, trying not to laugh, and Winston and Frypan are talking, while Jeff sits nearby, daydreaming.

Newt is about to ask where Phoebe is, but manages to stop himself.

Why would he do that?

It’s not like he cares, anyway.

Nope, not at all. She’s just a friend, if Newt can even call her that.

Just because she can paint, and dance, and box, and is really, really smart, and has the most beautiful hands, and as for her eyes, well...

No

No, he will not do this now, not ever

A little flustered, Newt scuttles over to the only vacant sofa, one in the corner, at the back.