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

Perfection P2

I stood in the fields slowly but surely pulling the hoe along the tracks and doing my best to stay straight in the lines with everyone else. 

"When are you going to sign up?" Thomas asked me 

"I don't know, not yet awhile Tommy"

"Why? don't you want a pretty wifey?"

"I do, but I don't know. You're meant to feel ready for it right? I just don't feel ready quiet yet"

"you know if you wait too long you'll get a reject"

"I know. I just... I worry is all"

"About?"

"Getting someone nice. someone I want" 

"Why? if you just sign up you'll get the perfect woman for you"

"well... how do they know who's perfect for me? they have never met me? and maybe... I already know who I want to marry"

"You know? how do you know?"

"I just do."

"You've never even spoken to a girl"

"still."

"That is lust. you shouldn't think like that" 

"I know" I sighed doing my best to keep working.

I waited in my bed, watching the sky grow darker and darker, once the outside was as dark as I knew it could be, I climbed out of my window and moved as quietly as I could through the little rows of houses, making sure to not be seen. I snuck around the compound between the little houses and away from all the dark windows trying my best to not be spotted. 

I spotted the fence and carefully put my hands and feet into the small gaps in the fence climbing as high as I could and swinging myself over the top and climbing down, I made sure to not be spotted since I was over this side now, I made my way to the usual spot far from anyone by the sewing room and even in the darkness I saw her. the moonlight cascading down on her, her long floor-length dress, her little shoes and socks, her gloves and little bonnet so perfectly stood hiding away too

"Hi"

"Hi" she whispered back 

"I missed you"

"I missed you too newt" she smiled, 

we went and walked together going around the sewing room and the washers lines together talking as we often did about our days, our little houses, her sewing works, at all times standing with a good thirty centimetres between us as to not get in trouble until we found ourselves back behind the sewing room, 

"I best get going" I blushed not really wanting to go but I knew if I didn't we likely get caught

"Wait. Newt... before you go."

"what?"

"Could we... maybe do something new tonight."

"something new?" I asked nervously but extremely excited 

"something we haven't done before" she smiled tugging on her glove 

"Y/n... really?"

"Umm hum"

"We- we've never"

"I know, but did you want to tonight?"

"well I uhhhh I ummm I would" I blushed "so long as your sure"

"I'm sure" she smiled

She slowly pulled her glove from each finger gently pulling it off her fingers, slipping the glove of her hand revealing her pale hand, all the little lines of her hand, her knuckles and her little pale nails, 

"Shall we?" she smiled offering her hand 

"We shall" I blushed offering my hand, she came closer and gently set her hand in mine her index finger stroking across my palm slowly my breath hitched feeling her soft fingers my own fingers graced her palm her skin was so smooth and so soft, she blushed hard batting her eyes a little as she looked across from me, 

"This is nice" she smiled

"Yeah, you uhhh your hands are so soft" I muttered to her unable to be any louder, she blushed harder and gently took her hand away till we only touched by our fingertips, she pushed my hand so I pushed back gently turning my hand a little and her fingers slotted so softly and gently between my own I tightened my grip in shock trying my best to keep my breath steady "Your so beautiful, so perfect my angel"

"Ohhh newt, that's so sweet" she smiled "we should go. don't want to get in trouble"

"of course, we should" I nodded moving back not wanting to get caught with me holding her hand "I'll see you tomorrow morning"

"I'll see you tomorrow" she smiled blowing me a little kiss leaving her glove in my hand as she hurried off to her house, I bluhsed hard holding her soft little glove holding it close and rushing back to my little house.