The Maze Runner Imagines/Preferences

Newt Imagine

Your eyes flutter open. As you take in your surroundings, you realise that you are in an iron box. You pound on the wall with your fists, screaming for help. But there was no answer. You look up and can see the end of the trip is near. You shut your eyes tight, hoping that this was just all a dream. The box shudders to a stop and you open your eyes. The doors had opened and the sun bore right into your eyes. You shield yourself and look up. A boy with dirty blond hair and the loveliest brown eyes jumps into the box and stands next to you, holding out his hand. You walk backwards and slip and fall. As you rub the back of your head and groan, the cute boy helped you up. You didn’t protest, but you were a little shocked. “Hi there, Greenie,” says the blond-haired boy, his eyes locked onto yours with a silly grin on his face. “The name’s Newt, and I’m second-in-command.” “I’m Evelein,” you reply, taking the offer and shaking his hand. He smiles at you, an expression of mesmerisation plastered onto his face.  You giggle and smile at him. But then you stop as you start to take in your surroundings. “Who ARE you all? Where am I? When will I be going home? How long will I be here for?” Newt puts both hands on your shoulders and you shut up immediately. “No questions on your first day, got that, love?” You secretly giggle on the inside. You realised that he just called you love. You couldn’t believe it. As you look around at the other boys, you see that by far Newt is the cutest, and that he has taken an interest in you. You are flattered at the thought and realise that all the boys had walked away. You look around and notice that you are the only girl in this place. Your heart sinks in horror. Newt approaches you and puts a hand on your shoulder. You like the fact that he is already comfortable around you. “Welcome to the Glade, Evelein,” he says, moving his hand in a sweeping motion around the place. You mainly see this place as a farm, with animals and plants and a lot of grass. All of these unfamiliar surroundings have started to give you a headache. You start to feel dizzy and your feet entangle in each other and you face-plant into the ground, falling unconscious.

You wake up and hear snippets of conversation happening in the room. You feel something warm holding your hand. Barely opening your eyes, you look down and see a hand entwined in yours, and you see it belongs to Newt, the only guy you knew in the Glade (that was okay though, because you always thought he was the cutest.)  You tenderly squeeze his hand and he jerks his head in your direction, a relieved smile washed across his face. “Evelein, I was so worried about you!” You give a small smile and just squeeze his hand again. This time he squeezed back. You could see an Asian boy watching the scene unfold and you coughed. The boy taps Newt on the shoulder and says, “I’ll leave you to it.” “See you, Minho,” Newt says, watching the boy leave the room. He turns back to you. “What happened, Newt?” you moan, the words hardly escaping from your lips. “You just… fainted, I mean your eyes rolled back and you were really sweaty and not even Clint or Jeff could figure out what was wrong. Well, it was quite a first day for you, Evelein,” he answers, smiling, but the smile that also comes from the eyes. You heart melts by the warmth of his gaze and you say, “It was a good first day for me. If it meant I was with you, then it was the best first day I could ever have.” Newt smiles and leans forward. His lips meet yours and were there fireworks! His touch sent electric shocks up your spine and you wrap your arms around his neck, bringing him closer for a deeper kiss. You break apart from him and laugh. “What is it?” Newt asks, pecking your neck as if he wanted more of you. “Newt, I could be sick. And I could pass it on to you. I promise we can when I get better, deal?” “Deal,” Newt says, wearing an expression that whined to stay with you. As he turns to leave the room, he stops and turns back around. “Evelein, does this mean we’re a couple?” You burst into laughter. “Yes, Newt, I think this means we are a couple.” Newt’s face beams and he leaves the room, closing the door behind him.