I'll live for you.

Chapter Two

Newt x Thomas.

It was late by time Newt had left Alby. He felt uneasy...Tomorrow Alby would travel into the maze with Minho to see the dead griever. No matter how many times Minho reassured him he'd bring Alby back in one piece he still worried. He guessed it was his nature. His room was dull and quiet. Simple and basic. And small. Oh so very small...he felt quite claustrophobic here...he ran a hand through his messy blonde locks and stood. Maybe he'd get some fresh air.

His mind wandered off, he was now daydreaming. At least one thing had gone his way in the last couple of days. The new Greenie, Thomas. Sure there'd been tones of new boys over the months. But none that compared to Thomas. He felt as though Thomas was someone he could trust. Someone that he could confide in and trust his life with. Everything had changed since Thomas had come into the picture. There was the girl, the note and the dead griever.

Everyone had been startled by all these sudden unexpected events. And so the boys did the only thing that they thought was logical. They blamed the new guy. Newt had to admit, that he was curious, maybe even a little suspicious about Thomas's role in all of this. But he'd tried to keep his accusations to himself.

He now found himself at the bottom of a very familiar ladder. He mindlessly climbed it knowing the way like the back of his hand. He came up here so many times. Just to clear his mind, try to get a bit closer to heaven. If there was one. An annoying nagging voice reminded him. He heard noise below and blinked.

The next thing he knew someone was already ascending the ladder up to where he sat a few metres away from it. As if on cue a head of brown hair emerged and a confused looking Thomas sat down on the wooden platform by the ladder evidently unaware of the others presence.

Newt let a small smile stretch onto his face as he looked the Greenie over. He'd never took the time to look at him. Like really look at him. For a few moments he was lost in the boys features before he regained his composure.

"What are you doing up this late, Tommy?" the words tumbled out of his mouth before he could stop them and he saw Thomas jump in surprise, stiffening slightly before calming himself.

"Couldn't sleep..." he heard a quiet reply almost so he couldn't hear. Newt stared long and hard at him looking for any signs of deception before nodding and stubbornly accepting the answer.

"Well me neither...too much to think about..." newt sighed slightly exasperated. When he said this he allowed thoughts of the girl to drift back into his head and worry for Alby and Minho set back in. However, despite him being preoccupied stressing over those two huge facts, he found that a part of him still gushed over Thomas.

"Don't stress Newt...that note could mean anything.." Thomas said trying to give him hope. Newt smiled slightly at his friends attempt to cheer him up, only nodding in response till an awkward (it was in Newt's opinion) silence settled over them.

"So Tommy, what you out here thinking about?" he asked trying to make conversation and break the silence. He hated silence. Newt watched him from the corner of his eyes, unable to read his expression in the dim moonlight, until he answered.

"The girl...and the maze.." he replied almost uncertain. Newt felt a stab of something he recognised as jealousy but kept surprisingly stoic. What did he mean by that?

"Why you thinkin about the hell beyond the glade, want to go out and play happy family with the grievers or somethin?" He asked, harsher then he'd intended. What the bloody hell was wrong with him lately??

"Of course not! You think I got Klunk for brains?" Came Thomas's reply as he shook his head quickly. Newt cracked a smile. He could tell that Tommy didn't feel quite comfortable using Glader terms just yet but was glad he'd tried them out. It showed he really was adjusting to life here.

"Nah, I was jus messing with ya, shank." Newt said as he looked at the younger-or so he assumed-boy before him.

Another defending silence overcame the teens and Newt found himself having to tear his gaze away from the brown eyed boy and up at the sky as if trying to burn a hole through it.

"Hey Newt?" Thomas asked seeming nervous and uncertain for once.

"Yeah Tommy?"

"You think we'll ever get out of here?" he asked. The question itself caught Newt off guard and he pondered it for a short while. Honestly Newt didn't have an answer so he decided to answer as best he could as not to worry the other.

"I don't know shank...we've been lookin for a way out for two years now. Woulda already found it if it was obvious." It was a definite yes or no question. He thought he could trust Thomas. As he seemed as old as himself and seemed as though he could keep a secret.

Newt's gaze then flickered up, back up to the sky. Sometimes he wondered that same thing. If they'd ever get out of that maze. He shuddered slightly at the thought of the maze. That hell hole. He hated it. Everything about it. And he was damn well sure that he wasn't going in there ever again. But things seemed to be getting worse.

But for the blonde he realised he'd gained a reason-a will if you may- to continue fighting to get out.

He blinked rapidly. Only just now realising his apparent feelings. His first thought being.

'Bloody hell....I fancy the Greenie...'