Please ➳ Newt Fanfic

Flippity Flop

Emily woke up in Newt's arms. She cleared her throat and looked at his face. He looked so peaceful and a lot younger when he was asleep. She shifted to get comfortable and it woke him up. They shared a kiss and she nestled her head into his chest.

"So... today's the day we have to go?" Emily whispered. Wow. Déjà vu.

"Yep." Newt replied. "Let's go wake up Minho."

"Oh! I have a good idea!" Emily said with a devious smile. She jumped out of the bed and tiptoed to the pile of food. She found a small empty plastic bag and then walked to the bathroom to fill it with cold water. The girl walked up to Minho's bedside and Newt covered his eyes and tried to hold in his laughter.

Sploosh!

"ARGHH!! WHO THE SHUCK DID THIS?" Minho screamed, waking up the gladers.

Emily stifled her laugh and ran back to her bed. Unfortunately for her, he knew it was Emily.

"Emily shucking Gabrielle. I swear, I'm going to kick your ass!"

"Aw, Min. I know you love me too much to do that. Besides, we all know I'd win."

Minho walked up to the girl and cracked his neck and knuckles. "You wanna go?"

The gladers said their collective oohs and "fight!"

Newt moved in between them and looked to Minho. "There's no way you're laying a hand on her."

Minho smirked then rolled his eyes. "Fine. I'm too tired to fight anyways. Besides," he looked down at his watch. "Looks like we've got a hour to prepare."

Everyone groaned but they got up and started to work anyways. Someone suggested they put food and water in bedsheets and bags which triggered some crazy food commander in Frypan. He started making people organize the food and fill the bags and they were starting to be afraid of this new Frypan. Emily giggled at the way he was acting but she kept on working. As she placed another water bag down on the ground, she looked to the dorm where she was once unconscious in. She gulped. When she was lying on the floor she, somehow, heard bits and pieces of what the man said:

WICKED

Scorch

Flare

Cure

And a bunch of other things. She grimaced at the thought of her and how she wasn't immune to the Flare. Emily looked to Newt as he organized the fruits. There better be a cure. She thought. Or else Newt's going to be more broken than ever.

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"Alright, guys. Three minutes left! Are you shanks sure you wanna go through this?" Minho asked.

The boys murmured their yeses.

"Good." Minho glared at everyone. "If ya decide to back out and be a sissy, don't worry. You will go... after you get your ass kicked by yours truly."

Emily scoffed and Minho darted his eyes to her. "Got a problem?" He asked.

Emily put up her hands as if surrendering. "Nah, just admiring your amazing leadership skills. Is it just me or are you acting a lot more like a super macho father after you found out about your tattoo?" Her comment earned snickers from the gladers.