Milk. Carrots. Cereal. Check. Check. Check. Newt walked down the aisle hunting for the pasta. "Newt! Newt!" Thomas screams, launching himself at Newt. Newt holds in a cry, "What Thomas?" "I got the bread thingys," Thomas says proudly. Newt sighs, smiling slightly. "Okay, Thomas. That's great." Thomas nods vigorously. The two boys walk into the dessert aisle and see Minho standing there. Minho grins and looks at Newt. "Can we please get these?" Minho asks, showing Newt an armload of chips, cookies, ice cream, doughnuts, and who knows what else. Newt shakes his head. "No. That's way too much. Put them back." "All of it?" Minho whines, pouting. "Yes. All if it." Minho sticks out his bottom lip even more making him look like a kid. "Please. Newt, please?" Newt sighs. 'I swear these people will be the death of me,' Newt thinks to himself. "Fine," Newt mutters. "Yay!!!!!!" Minho yells.
Last story update for forever, but look for the author's note tomorrow or something. Bye guys😘
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The Maze Runner Imagines
Fanfictionwarning: super duper cringey read at your own risk Just a bunch of Maze Runner imagines... All rights go to James Dashner.
