The last thing I remember was my body hitting the ground. I open my eyes to see a blinding white light, and then he's standing there. Newt. And he was smiling. He looked as if he was the happiest boy alive; like he had never been broken. "Welcome to heaven, Tommy," smirked Newt, "took you long enough to get here."
Thomas came up like any other glader; through the box. He was the new greenie. But soon when his eyes set on Newt, he felt a strange feeling. A feeling never felt. Can they work things out or permantly hurt each other.
Thomas. That's what he is to everyone else. But to Newt, he is Tommy, and something so much more than just Thomas. Having a crush sucks. It sucks even more if it's your friend, who is a guy, when you are also a guy, who is probably straight. Yeah. Welcome to the world of Newton Isaacson.
Thomas wakes up in a box and he doesn't know how he got there. He soon finds himself in the safe haven of the Glade. There is one other thing, or person, that makes Thomas content with his knew life, but he doesn't want to admit it. (I suck and summaries, story is way better) Disclaimer: All rights go to James Dashner.