!!DISCONTINUED!! Into The Maze - The First Girl - Newt x Reader x Minho

Chapter 38

~Y/N's POV~

After Alby welcomes Newt and me to the clearing, Minho walks over to us, a jar of Gally's drink in his hand and a grin on his face. "Hey shank" he greets me, ruffling my hair as Newt sets me down, and I smile. "Hey, Min" I reply, then add "Thanks, Newt", and he smiles, slipping an arm around my waist to support me so I don't put weight on my injured foot.

Minho waits till I've found my balance, then says "It's good to see you up and about".

"About as I can be", I say, and he laughs, then he addresses Newt "Your day off is tomorrow, so you can get as drunk as you want" and holds out the jar, a smirk on his face and challenge in his dark eyes. Newt takes the jar and looks Minho dead in the eye, then straight-faced, he drains it, handing the jar back to a stunned Minho and wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.

"I might just do that", he says, and Minho bursts out laughing as Newts deadpan expression breaks and a smile plays at the corners of his mouth, "You know, I didn't think you had it in you shank", Minho says, and Newt raises his eyebrows, looking at me in exaggerated disbelief.

"So I can survive a night in The Maze full of bloodthirsty creatures, but this shank-" he points at Minho, "-doesn't think I can drink a jar of Gally's mixture?"

"Not in one go".

"Alright, give me another".

I tune them out as they continue their good-natured bickering and look around the clearing. It's lit by burning torches -the only electricity being in the Kitchens and showers- and lighting the whole clearing with a warm orange glow, sending flickers of light dancing across the trees and the water of the pond.

There's a fire too -the Gladers can't have a meet up without one- but it's smaller, nowhere near as massive as Greenie Night bonfires, but a good size for our group.

I look around more carefully to see who exactly is here and see Winston, Zart, Frypan, Gally, Ben, Alby, and Chuck, along with some of their friends all talking and laughing in groups, jars of Gally's drink in most of their hands.

I frown and look closer to see if Chuck has any -I'm never going to let him have any if I can help it- then relax as I see his hands are empty apart from his knife and current carving project, which he's showing to Gally to get some tips.

I watch as Gally takes the figure and points out the parts that Chuck needs to fix up, demonstrating some of his points on a piece of wood. I smile at the intense look on Chuck's face as he tries to mimic Gally's movements, then raise my eyebrows in surprise as the ordinary piece of wood slowly transforms beneath Chuck's hands, and after a few minutes he raises a small, roughly carved flower for Gally to inspect.

Gally grins and claps him on the back as Chuck's face shines with delight and pride fills me as I watch them, then my attention is brought back to my friends as Newt nudges me, "Let's go sit down" he says, and I nod, "Good that, my leg is getting tired".

Newt laughs, and we walk to the fire, Newt helping me with one arm around my waist, then we sit down with our backs leaning against one of the logs. I glance over at Newt and see him staring at me, his face lit by firelight, "What?" I laugh, and he just smiles, "You look beautiful, love", he says simply, and my heart melts as my face heats up.

How can he do this to me with just a simple sentence? I think, then as if he read my mind he says, "I'm just being honest, love", and he turns back to the fire, slinging one arm around my shoulders and pulling me close against his side.

I put my arms around his waist and lean my head on his shoulder, my whole body warm from the fire and the feeling of being here with Newt. I stare into the orange flames as they twist and dance in the firepit, leaping from log to log and back again as they burn the wood beneath them.