The maze runner and I

Feelings

~One month later~

Thomas's P.O.V

Thomas walked towards the campfire and smiled as he saw Frypan stirring whatever was in the pan that was hanging just above the fire.

"What's for dinner?" he asked.

"Well, I thought that we'd start with caviar and a light potato tartar, followed by fresh baked lobster and ending with cheese soufflé." Frypan joked.

"Sounds delicious, can't wait." Thomas played along, making Frypan laugh as Thomas wandered over to Minho and Newt. His eyebrows furrowed.

"Y/N not out yet?" he asked.

"No. I haven't seen her all day." Minho shrugged.

"Huh. I'll go get her." Thomas decided before starting to walk away. He wandered to Y/N's shack and walked in.

"Hey, dinner is nearly-." He stopped as he saw her laying on her bed, fast asleep. He smiled slightly to himself, taking in how beautiful her sleeping form was as he quietly walked in. He walked to her bed and bent down. He carefully took the blanket and pulled it up her body, making sure to cover most of her.

"Sleep well." He whispered, gently cupping her cheek before leaving her shack and walking back to the fire.

"She's asleep. I thought it was best to just leave her." Thomas shrugged as he sat down next to Minho.

"Thanks." He mumbled as Newt handed him a Mason jar of Frypan's moonshine.

"So, what's happening between you two?" Newt asked. Thomas took a drink from the moonshine, making his face scrunch up slightly.

"What do you mean?" he asked.

"Dude, it's pretty obvious you like each other." Minho chuckled. Thomas's eyes widened and he choked on the liquid as he sat up.

"What?" he scoffed.

"Don't even pretend, Tommy." Newt laughed.

"What the fuck are you guys talking about?" Thomas scoffed.

"We see the way you look at her. It's like how you used to look at Teresa, but slightly different. There's more love in your eyes when you look at Y/N." Minho nodded. Thomas gulped.

"I mean, it's not a bad thing, mate. Just be careful. You can never know for sure what's real in this world." Newt sighed, taking a sip of his moonshine. Thomas thought about it for a moment. He had to admit, it didn't make sense until he did really think about it. He did love everything about Y/N. He loved her laugh, her smile, her personality, her body, her face, her-.

"Thomas?" Minho spoke, snapping him out of his apparent trance.

"Sorry, I was thinking about Y/N." he mumbled. Newt and Minho looked at each other.

"What the fuck are you guys talking about, I only like Y/N as a friend." Newt mocked, making Thomas and Minho laugh as Thomas playfully punched his arm.

"Speak of the devil." Minho mumbled as Y/N wandered out of her shack and to the log on the other side of the fire.

"Should I go talk to her?" Thomas asked.

"I say go for it. Just make sure she's okay." Newt nodded. Thomas returned it before standing up and heading over to her, his Mason jar still in his grasp.

Y/N's P.O.V

I sat by myself at the fire, hugging myself and trying to block out everyone else laughing and joking with each other. I looked down at the key in my hand. What was it for? I wish I could remember. I looked up and gave Thomas a small smile as he sat next to me.