the maze runner gif series; 'running'

[12] Newt

Newt and you both have feelings for each other, but are too afraid of rejection to actually say something. 

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Besides living in the Glade whatever is going on between you and Newt was a cliche. It had been done a million times. Two friends don't realise they like each other, but eventually after a lot of jealousy and fighting they figure it out. 

And your story would've been exactly the same if not for that one variable that you lived in the Glade. In the Glade you couldn't afford fighting and you didn't have time. One never knew when their last day was in the Glade especially the runners. 

To further complicate everything, you were a runner. It pained Newt to see you leave every single day not knowing if you were going to come back this time. 

"You've got to tell them man." Minho hit his shoulder. 

"They don't like me that way... I'm not gonna ruin our friendship over my stupid feelings." 

Minho could've hit his friends right then and there. Shuck, he's so shucking stupid. "I mean you ain't as handsome as I am, but that's no reason for them to not like you back." 

Newt rolled his eyes. 

"I just can't handle it anymore -- none of us can handle it anyone. You two are so fucking daft." 

"Who are daft?" You asked making Newt jump up. 

"No... no one," he stuttered, "right, Minho?" Newt gave Minho a look which could be roughly translated to: 'if you don't say yes, I'm going to shucking leave you to the grievers.' 

"Sweet [your name]," he winked at Newt, "we were actually talking about you and Newt." 

"Oh really?" You perked up. Your neck was becoming slightly red, "What about us?" 

"I was telling Newt to admit his feelings for you before we all die out of frustration." 

When those words entered your ears the blood started streaming to your face. "You-you like me?" 

Newt opened his mouth, but Minho started talking: "You betcha he does. So, if the two of you could just confess your love it would be great. I'll give the two of you some room." And with that he walked off. 

"Well, yea I do," Newt said, "I could tell you countless reasons as to why I love you, but I don't think you're interested in hearing that..." He looked at his feet. He was afraid to look you in the eyes and see disgust or worse pity. Shucking Minho.

Your brains took a while to process what Newt was saying. He loved you? It seemed surreal. The person you've been pining after loves you back... You stayed quiet, not knowing what you should say and even if you knew what you wanted to say you don't know how to. It was as if your brain stopped working. 

Newt nodded when he didn't hear you reply. "I understand. You don't like me back; it's alright." He stepped away from you, and muttered: "I didn't expect anything else." 

"I-I like you too." 

Newt slowly looked you in the eyes. He didn't believe what he just heard, it must've been his mind playing tricks on him. "What?" 

"I like you, Newt."

That was all he needed to hear for his expression to morph into a happy one. "Are you sure?" 

You laughed. "Of course, I'm bloody sure. I thought you knew I liked you. Didn't you catch any of my hints?" You messed up his hair something you always did. "I've liked you since that night." 

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and what you two did that night is up to your imagination ;)

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