A/N: Sorry! I'll do the Minho and Gally part next and tbe special Newt imagine in the imagine after that, I'm also sorry I took ages to update. Now onto the imagine!
"Who are you!"
The blond haired boy asks with a knife to my throat.
"Why should I tell you? You think I'll talk with a knife pressed to my throat?"
"Newt I'll try"
A brown eyes boy asks.
"Good bloody luck Tommy, she's a tough one"
I adjust my body position the best I can and the boy sits besides me. "I'm Thomas, I'm new as well, I get it if you can't remember you name...."
"Y/N"
"Huh?"
"You asked my name, it's Y/N"
He stares thoughtfully for a moment and then he smiles.
"What a beautiful name, well I'll walk you around"
I nod gratefully and Thomas grins to himself .
"Were stuck here, I won't sugar coat it, they call it the glade, that's the forest where the deadheads are located and that's the homesteadHe points to each place as he tells me, and I make sure the names stick in my mind like glue.
"Tom, Oh I mean Thomas.." "No I like it when you call me Tom"
"Well I uhm er Had this in my pocket, a note which I haven't read"
I pull it out and scrawled upon the crinkled paper are 3 words
Only Trust Tom.
"I must of known you back then somehow, I just wish I knew how"
"Maybe we were best friends?"
I attempt to try and take away the nagging thought st the back of my brain whispering: Or maybe you and this cute boy were more then best friends.
I refuse to listsen to or think about it because it'll only take away my concsntration.
"Only one way to find out"
Thomas whispers before he latches his lips to mine.
