The Maze Runner Imagines

Newt [30]

Newt was acting a little strange today. Well, strange maybe wasn't the best way to phrase it. He was...goofy. The boy had a smile pinned ear to ear, he laughed and goofed off with his peers and even made some strange faces.

A little perplexed, Y/N found herself tilting her head in amusement and laughing at him alongside her friends. She couldn't quite believe what she was seeing.

His peculiar behaviour continued on throughout the day and up until now where the Gladers enjoyed an evening around the fire. Y/N, just so inspired by Newt's animation, dragged out an old book full of blank pages. Sitting against a log, she peered up every so often to get a glance of the boy, analyzing his features and copying them down onto the pages.

After some time, Newt wandered over to Y/N just to say hello and noticed himself and a few of his friends sketched out over the pages. "Oh!" He squeaked. "Am I being drawn?"

Y/N looked up and giggled. "Yes, you are."

"Can I see?" He pleaded innocently, as if he hadn't already seen fully.

The girl tilted the book toward him momentarily but was obviously so focused and in her own little world that she retreated back and continued to doodle. Newt stifled a laugh and let her be.

As the rest of the evening flew by, Newt was painfully aware of her presence. It was as if every time she looked up to take a quick look at him, he caught her. Each time, she smiled happily and continued with her work. Newt wished she smiled at him like that more often, and not just because she was drawing him.

Every so often, even when she wasn't looking up and was focused on her work, Newt couldn't not stare. Peace and escape filled the girls eyes when she was focused like this. Just by looking at her eyes while they reflected the fire, Newt could tell she was troubled by nothing when she concentrated like this. There was nothing about the maze that could even touch her conscience right now.

With the night coming to a close, Newt dragged his feet through the dirt over to Y/N and peered at the now seemingly finished drawings. She was growing tired and he could tell. Y/N held it up and laughed in exhaustion.

Newt also laughed all while admiring the drawings she probably saw as not even half good but he loved with his entire soul. Never, ever could he have imagined how such little scribbles on old paper could mean to him.

Seeing himself drawn out on the paper, done by Y/N, struck him hard in the chest. Because it was evidence she was thinking of him. Her thoughts, for at least a brief moment in time, were on him.

Newt caught himself with feet sinking into quicksand. Never, ever had he seen Y/N as anything other than a friend. She was just the quirky, somewhat reserved girl of the glade. In this moment though, she seemed like more. Or, at least, seemed like she could be more to him. The entire night, he'd been looking over to her, something he'd never before done. He was constantly checking in on her, but he felt nervous doing so. His only reaction to being around her was to laugh and smile because he drew a blank anytime he wanted to speak to her now.

"Here, do you want it?" Y/N's soft laugh snagged him from his thoughts and she ripped the paper from the book and tossed it out to him on the ground.

Y/N adverted her attention and gathered her things and readied to stand up. Newt picked the paper from the ground and held it in his hands gingerly.

He couldn't say anything or even look at her. So, he simply took the drawings and walked off.

Y/N, as she went to head for her hammock, found Newt walking with his head down, staring at he paper. He even smiled uncontrollably as he showed a few of the fellow Gladers the drawings. To her own disbelief, he seemed momentarily entranced by that one single piece of paper.

The next morning, Newt had an idea. He wasn't exactly sure how to approach it, though. Also coming to his attention: he had no clue how to talk to a girl. Not like it was all that different...but it felt different.

Sitting at one of the tables for breakfast alongside chuck and Minho, Newt spotted Y/N with the same book in front of her. With a brave face, he walked over and put a hand on the back of her chair and the other on the table. He had her encased and realized it was sort of crossing a boundary but figured it was too late to change his mind. He had to seem confident.

Y/N thought he was just looking at some of her drawings so she didn't look up to greet him or anything. It wasn't until he began to speak that she craned her neck to try and catch his gaze.

"Can I get you to do some drawings for me? I'll do some of your work for you or—" Newt asked and was cut off before he could continue.

"Or, I could just do it." Y/N smiled a little.

"Or you could just do it." He parroted. "Could you draw up a card for Alby? It's his birthday—well, made up birthday—soon. I think we should do something special for him this year."

Y/N pursed her lips, deep in thought, then broke out and nod her head. "Sure!'"

"Okay! Cool!" Newt finally lifted himself off of the table and chair and put his hands on his hips. "Awesome!"

"That's enough adjectives, dude." Minho grumbled. "You can just say thanks and walk away."

"Fine," Newt snapped. "Thanks." He smiled at Y/N and turned to walk away.

Before he did though, he raised his brows and laughed a little. "Don't draw that ugly shank though, not worth your time." He pointed at Minho.

The runner gasped in horror and Y/N laughed. "Note taken."

"See you later?" Newt asked.

"See you later." She smiled back and waved him off.

"Awh, so cute." Minho put his chin on his hands and smiled like a little girl. "You made Newt fall in love with you just by drawing him. Who knew it'd be that easy?"

"As if," Y/N rolled her eyes and closed the book, rubbing her hands on her legs.

"Oh," Minho scoffed. "You should have seen how he was looking at you. I've never seem him like that before."

Y/N was used to Minho's insane theories and this wasn't the first time he'd speculated about Newt and his feelings. The girl learned to just ignore him and move on with her day.

All through her breaks, Y/N worked like a mad man on the drawings. She drafted up a couple of ideas for Alby and was just now finishing them off. It was nearly dinner and she was scrambling to have them finished before the next time she saw Newt.

Luckily, she managed to do just that. The last few details she needed were filled in just as Frypan hollered out that dinner was ready. As quick as she could, she packed up her things and scrambled across the Glade in search of the blonde haired boy.

She spotted him, just finishing up in the gardens. Her feet quickened beneath her and she was only a few metres off when he looked up to find her approaching.

Y/N slowed to a walk and held something behind her back. Newt eyed her curiously.

"Are you ready?" She grinned, rocking on her heels.

"Ready for what?" He asked.

Y/N tried to hold back her growing smile. Newt wasn't sure it could get any bigger, but it seemed to keep trying. All of the sudden, she whipped out two pieces of paper from behind her back and held them beneath her nose. "For these!"

Newt eyed the drawings in disbelief. They were better than anything he could have imagined and were perfect for Alby. The boy walked closer and scanned them over. Then, he looked up to the tops of the paper where Y/N's eyes were just peeking above. He reached out and lowered the papers down and shook his head as he smiled at her.

"Y/N," He said lowly. "You're amazing!" As he hollered it out, he reached out and lifted the girl up in a tight, appreciative hug.

When he let her down, Y/N handed him the papers for safe keeping. "Hopefully he likes them."

"He will." Newt assured. "If he doesn't for some reason, I'll gladly take them." He laughed.