just incase you are reading this in real time, the editing stops here. the story will not make sense to you unless you have read the entire original version on Inevitable.
- j :)
"How?"
"I have no idea!"
Newt and Minho were gaping, staring at the pictures. We didn't have a clue how this had happened, and we weren't about to just accept this. Were we being let go? Were the photos real? Were the Creators lulling us into a false sense of safety? Alby had declared that no idea, and there was work to do. We agreed, and put off talking about them until after dinner. At dinner, it was quieter, but there was small din of talk about the photos. Everyone had a different reaction, some overjoyed, and some overwhelmed with sadness. Minho had been thrilled at his, and looked like he had already studied every inch of the photo. Newt, on the other hand, had stared at it in an intrueged fashion. The tops of ears had flamed, and he kept a strait face. They both liked my photo, but Newt had pointed another person that seemed to be my best friend. I was too busy figuring out who this "Tinman" girl was, to notice the boy on my left that was making a stupid face. The girl and I were laughing at him, apperently. Newt lost his smile as I looked tenderly at the photo and Minho had elbowed him in the ribs. {AN JUST IMAGINE MINHO AND NEWT HAVING FEELING SESSIONS IN THE MAZE K CONTINUE}
"We should just be glad we now know what we liked to do back then."
I looked up at Minho.
"I can't do it, though. I have no idea who these people are, and it is killing me."
Newt sidestepped near me, and put his arm around me.
"You have us now!"
~~~
I was laying in the forest, staring at the stars. I was so angry, so mad that I didn't know who those people were. I felt such a happiness when I looked at the photo, I knew it was something that couldn't be replaced with some stupid maze. I hated being part of their stupid little game, and I wanted out. Why couldn't they have chosen someone else? It was selfish, but I wanted to know. I craved the knowledge of laughing, and telling the boy to stop, he was making my stomach hurt. When I looked at the photo, I didn't know why they would choose such innocent kids. We were all good people, honest, loyal, and smart.
The sky was so clear, I could see a shooting star.
Get me out of here.
"Pretty, isn't it?"
"Hi Newt."
He walked and sat next to me, settling into the dirt. He always came and found me, and just sat. It drove me mad, wanting him to say something, anything. He was so quiet, and distant, it just tore me to shreds. I wanted to know everything about him. What happened in the maze, what he hoped the world outside was like, why he ran his fingers through his hair like, that, and why he stuck his tounge out a little when he was thinking. I wanted to know, know everything about him, but he never told me. If he thought I was quiet, he should spend a day alone. He drove me insane, doing the little things that made me want to-
"Ember?"
His voice startled me out of my thoughts, driving away the bad ones and replacing them with different ones.
"You have no idea who those people are, do you?"
"No shucking clue."
"Any?"
His question made me pause, thinking that he maybe knew about the nickname. I was scared he would expect more memories, ones that I couldn't give him.
"Well, the girl."
"The one with the black shirt?"
"Yeah. She was my best friend, and we called each other 'Tinman' and 'Jitterbug'. Whatever that means."
"The boy?"
"I wish."
He was quiet, and I wanted to claw his eyes out. Why was he so obsessed with the boy? Did he know him?
"Did you know him?"
"No."
"Why do you keep asking about him?"
"Asking."
"Newt!"
He sat up, and looked at me. His eyes were on fire, and I found myself hating every inch of him, but wanting to hug him until he burst. Damn it, Newt.
"Newt."
He sighed, and ran his hand through his unruly hair. There goes the "hate, hug" thing.
"What if he was your boyfriend or something?"
I widened my eyes, not thinking about that possibility. What if he was?
"So?"
"I don't want you to not remember someone that dear to you."
"Newt, I am 15, i'm pretty sure it wasn't very serious if we were dating."
He mumbled something, me not being able to comprehend.
"What?"
"Nothing."
"Newt!"
hate, hug.
"I want you to get out."
"We are in the forest. I can't 'get out.'"
"Out of the maze, greenie!"
"Why me?"
"Because you probably had such a life waiting for you! Because I know that you have a boyfriend waiting for you to come home, and a best friend that cries everyday. You were getting strait A's and career was planned out! Thats's why!"
I was taken aback, thinking about those words. I didn't know he was thinking those, and I wasn't even thinking them.
"Why do you care!"
"Cause I care about you, shucking shuck face!"
There was a moment of awkward scilence, and I could see him regret those words. He was turning bright red, and I felt the heat on my cheeks.
"Do you?"
I crept toward him, seeing as we both stood up at one point in our convorsation. He didn't back away, so I stood where there was 2 feet in front of us.
"Yeah."
He was staring me down, a look of pride and tenderness. I was turning into a blob of jelly, and bit my lip.
"Ember."
"Yes?"
"Can I kiss you?"
He didn't wait for a response, just closing the gap between us and pressing his lips against mine.
It was slow and sweet, like he didn't want to hurt me. Eventually, he broke apart, but too soon, too soon. I looked into his eyes, and they were on fire. He cupped my cheek with his hand, and did it all again.
Time stopped, and the world spun. He ran his hands down my side, cathing at my hip. My hands were knotted in his hair, and I noticed that he had incredibily soft hair. Like, really soft.
"Ember."
"Yes?"
"I really like you."
"I figured."
{haii}
