The Maze Runner Imagines: Newt (Thomas Brodie Sangster) Book 2

Our Last Night

I sat in my little hut, my mind racing as it often did but tonight was different. The air in the glade was different, gally was now in control, Thomas and Teresa sealed away in the slammer. I didn't know what to think, how to feel about it all. There was a knock at my door that made me jump

"Who is it?" I asked trying to hide the fear in my voice

"It's me y/n. It's newt" his voice answered so I went over to the door opening it slightly and he stood as usual his hair a mess, in his grey hoodie and brown pants, his leather straps and things gone for the evening "hi" he waves

"Hi" I smiled, letting him inside my little hut "what's happening then?"

"Well Tommy's up. Gallys pissed. Everything we have built just went up in flames" he explained "other than that. Pretty good"

"Yeah, I feel that way too" I said

"What's up newt? Like why are you here?' I asked

'can I?' he asked looking at my excuse for a bed even if I had just piled so many blankets and old clothes go from a mattress to sleep on with my little pillow, I nodded and sat down so he sat beside me

"What is it?"

"Tommy. And minho. Found something"

"They what?"

"They found something, something big right before the attack. They think, it could be a way out"

"Or?"

"Or... certain death"

"Yeah. That is big"

"We're going"

"What?'

'anyone who will go. We can't stay here y/n. We both know that, if it's a chance it's better than this"

"But it could be certain death?"

"Would you rather stay here?"

"... I don't know"

"We leave tomorrow morning, when Gally tries to offer them"

"Why are you here? Tell me a plan? See if I'll come"

"No. That's not why I'm here"

"Then what is?"

"Y/n.... By tomorrow. I could be dead" he said "if this isn't what they think it is. I could be dead. Or you. Or both of us. Or if you stay... I might never see you again"

"So what?" I asked

"So there's something I gotta do before I go'

"What's that?"

He blushed and moved forward gently pressing his lips to my own. It was slow, tender and gentle, he tasted like mint, like strawberries, he smelt like oak trees and moonshine, and a little like a teenage boy. He pulled back his face a bright red but I think so was mine

"Newt... what was that for?'

'I've wanted to do that. Since I met you"

"Why did you?"

"I was scared. But... if I'm gonna die tomorrow I'm happy the last thing I did in this world was kiss you"

"Newt, that is so sweet." I smiled hugging him close

"Umm and I got a hug too. I'm happy that" he smiled and kissed my head.I'll go. Let you get some sleep"

"No. Don't go newt" I said holding his arm

"Why should I stay? I did what I wanted to do"

"Your right, by tomorrow we could be dead, we might never see each other again and even if we do make it out of here we don't know what's waiting on the other side"

"What are you saying?"

"I'm saying... there are things I wanna do too"

"Like what?"

"Like much more than a kiss newt"

"More than a kiss?"

"Aren't there other things you've always wanted to do? If it really is our last night together?" I smiled stroking his leg

".... You... you mean?"

"If you'd let me?"

"Let you? You have permission! You have complete and utter consent." He yelped excitedly

"Well then whatever you want to do newt it's okay by me"

"Anything?"

"Anything, so long as I can too?"

"You uhh you definitely can, are you sure that's... something you want to give me?"

"Of course I do. If it's our last night, either together or in this world then I want to be with you and I want us to do this." I smiled stroking his cheek "make love to me newt"

"Okay" he smiled