The Maze Runner Imagines and Preferences

Jealousy // Thomas

Ever since you came into the Glade, you had your eyes on 1 boy. Thomas. He thought he was just the most adorable thing ever. But you thought he'd never like you anyways.

You and Thomas were really good friends but you were also really good friends with Minho. You were recently talking with Minho at supper about his running schedule.

"Wait so you just sit down on the maze floor and eat?" you asked, making sure you heard Minho right.

"Yeah" Minho said, laughing at your reaction.

"Ew. Now I see why I'm not destined to be a runner" you said and Minho only laughed harder.

Your guy's conversation continued, but you could feel a pair of eyes on you. You turned and you seen Thomas staring at you. When he saw you look at him, he just nodded his head down and stared at his food.

"What's up with Thomas?" you asked Minho, who was stuffing his face.

"What? I didn't know there was anything up with him." Minho said, once he swallowed all his food. You shrugged and continued to eat, completely dropping the subject.

Later that night, as you were walking to the Homestead for some eye shut, somebody grabbed you and pulled you to the side. It was Thomas.

"Bloody hell Thomas. You scared the shuck outta me." you said, putting a hand over your chest.

"What's going on with you and Minho?" Thomas asked, furiously.

"What? There's nothing. We're just good friends like me and you are" you said.

"Well it don't seem like it." Thomas denied.

"Okay Thomas, I get that your like my best friend and you care but why are you so angry over this?" you asked.

"Because I like you" Thomas said it as plain as day.

"Wait what?" you asked, clearly surprised.

"Yes I like you. I've liked you ever since you came up. And when you fell down trying to walk, I knew you were perfect."

"Awe Tommy! I like you too!" you said. He smiled and crashed his lips against yours. You had your perfect boyfriend. Finally.