The Maze Runner Imagines

-sexual tension (smut)

FOURTEEN YEARS AGO

"This is Isaac," your mother's new friend, Aunt Caroline, says. She's just moved here from England, and she's got a funny voice, but you think it sounds nice.

You blink your eyes and smile at the boy that Aunt Caroline pushes forward gently. He's probably about your age, which is four and a half. He blinks back at you, his eyes big and bright, like the amber gemstones on your favourite headband. He's short, and in a too-big white T-shirt and dark blue jeans. Isaac's hair is blonde and very very fluffy, and you immediately reach over to pet it.
"I like your hair," you say cheerfully.
"Thank you," Isaac's voice is kind of funny, too, like his mom's. His hands reach over and push into your hair too. "Yours is nice too."

"Aren't they just the sweetest?" your mom gushes. Aunt Caroline enthusiastically agrees, and ushers the two of you to the big white couch in the living room. There's a coffee table with crayons and dinosaur colouring books, and you and Isaac both race over there, grabbing fistfuls of crayons.

You pick a T-Rex, because those are big and strong, and your dad always told you that being big and strong was important, and a big, bright pink crayon, because pink is the best colour ever. Your dress is pink, and your room is pink. You wish your hair was pink, but Mommy said that's not a good idea for now, and that you'll have time to have pink hair when you're older.

"What're you doing?" Isaac asks a while later, leaning over to look at your colouring.

"Colouring," you say, because isn't that what he's doing too? "Pink is my favourite."

"But dinosaurs aren't pink."
"They are too!"
"Are not!"
"Are too!"

"Dinosaurs can't be pink!" Isaac shoves his book in your face, and you can see his boringly brown dinosaur. "In the books they're all brown and dark green."

"But in Dragon Tales Cassie is pink."
He looks like you just told him vegetables taste good. "That's a TV show. Don't be stupid."

"I don't like you," you announce, deciding that from that moment, you and Isaac were enemies. He's rude and his voice is weird, and you definitely don't like his fluffy hair anymore.

"I don't like you either," he snaps, and turns away from you, colouring fast and still managing to stay inside the lines.

Show off.

You'll never like Isaac. Not in a million years.

PRESENT DAY

Thanks to Newt, WCKD High just won another lacrosse game.

Actually, they haven't lost a game since Newt joined the team, but who's counting, right? (Newt's counting. Everyone is. That's why he pushes himself so hard- it's the longest winning streak any school has ever had, and Newt's not going to be the reason they suddenly break that streak. No way in hell.)

"Nice one, dude," Minho jogs up to him from the bleachers and slaps Newt on the back. He's got red and white stripes streaked across his face, and is clutching a banner that he, Gally and Thomas had made with his name on it. "Afterparty at Gally's place, yeah?"

Afterparty meaning Minho and Gally making out on the couch and Thomas flattening Newt at Mario Kart while they both tell their friends to get a room. And shitty beer and pizza.
Newt actually can't wait. He's been so busy at practice and with class that he's missed them pretty much all week except in class. Thomas and Minho are on the track team, and Gally plays football, and they've never missed each other's games or meets before. Ever.