The Maze Runner Imagines

Newt [2]

So began yet another redundant day in the miserable glade for the blonde haired second-in-command. Waking everyday was like drowning at sea, knowing someday he would succumb to the waves, knowing his lungs would give out. And then, out of the corner of his eye as if a rescue siren had wailed in the distance, an all familiar Y/H, Y/H/C haired girl walked passed his hammock. Her hair shone against the dreary morning sun and emitted a warm glow that gave Newt the fortitude he needed to push up from his hammock. He followed closely behind her towards the kitchen, watching as she threw her arms over her head, stretching. Still half-asleep, Y/N failed to hear someone approach her from behind, the hood of her sweater suddenly flipped over her head.

"G'morning." Newt put a hand on her shoulder just to feel her warmth and smiled down as she struggled to removed the fabric from her eyes.

"Mmm." She mumbled back. They finally made it to the kitchen and just about all of the boys were waving for her to sit with them. This morning, Newt hoped she might just sit with him. But, per usual and to his avail, she ambled off towards the table of runners. She'd taken quite a liking to the greenie, Thomas. Newt hated it because he figured Thomas might just drag her back into the maze. She used to run with Minho everyday until she fell from one of the walls while scouting and damaged her leg.

Breakfast passed at its usually dreadful pace and once he was finished, Newt rushed off towards the gardens. Newt was constantly torn apart. He wanted to spend time with Y/N, talk with her. But he also was too afraid to. Afraid he'd grow too attached.

"In a rush are we?" A familiar voice piped up, breaking him from his haunting thoughts. "You alright?" She furrowed her brows, looking to the distressed boy with sympathy.

"Yeah. Just... didn't sleep I guess." He admitted, rubbing the back of his neck and huffing. Y/N nodded and sent him a soft smile which he knew meant 'if you want to talk, let me know.' She wasn't one to talk much herself, but Newt figured it was just because she was too busy focusing on her own thoughts. But, when she did start talking freely, all Newt could do was listen.

When lunch finally came around, Y/N was no where to be seen. This was usual for her. For the first few months, Newt had followed Y/N all over the glade just to see where she went off to. Somedays, she would go climb a tree, sit in the watchtower, hide in his or Minho's room. Or, like most days, she lay beneath the large oak at the edge of the gardens taking in to cool breeze. And surely enough, there she was. Eating her lunch peacefully, picking at the grass beneath the looming tree was the Y/H/C haired girl. Just as Newt gained the confidence to go say hello, Alby's voice rang out across the glade. He was calling a meeting in the council hall. Newt grumbled to himself and cursed at Alby under his breath for ruining his chance. He was temped to go and help Y/N up, walk with her to the council hall, but he had to be one of the firsts there.

Boys filtered into the hall one by one, the keepers standing in a circle at the bottom of the building and the rest of the gladers sat up on the stairs carved into the earth. As keepers filtered in, they picked up a thin wooden board with a piece of paper attached and a pencil to take notes. But, just as her mischievous nature would suggest, Y/N snuck one of the boards into her arms as she entered the hall. Newt was the only one who noticed and a small smile tugged at his lips as he watched her prance off, proud of her thievery. She seemed to live just for the little bouts of innocent adrenaline she got from small things like that. Just behind her was Minho, who began complaining about a missing board. Alby shushed him as if he were a child and told the keeper of the runners to carry on anyways. Y/N sat at the top corner of the stairs and pulled out the pencil she took, beginning to sketch on the paper.

"What are you doing?" Thomas scooted up against the girl and stared at the paper as she worked away.

"Drawing." She said back, making Thomas roll his eyes. 'Obviously' he thought. He took a closer look and realized that it was all of the keepers she was drawing. Gally with his wicked eyebrows, Minho's face was scrunched in frustration, Winston and Frypan seemed like they could care less and Zart looked as if he had just eaten some sort of mushroom that shouldn't be growing in the gardens.