A/N: Here it is! First chapter of my first story! Please review and tell me what you think! Constructive criticism is appreciated!
The greenie hadn't even been here a week yet and he was already one of the best Newt had seen around here in the Glade. He quickly became accustomed to being a Runner, and was no doubt doing a bloody good job of it. Thomas' whole being intrigued Newt. He wanted to know more about him. To be closer to him. Over the past couple of days they had started to form a bond with each other. They were becoming very close, but somehow Newt still wanted more.
The night Thomas ran out into the maze to save Minho and Alby, something changed. Of course he was worried about Minho, his good friend, and even more so his Best friend and first in command Alby. But who worried him the most was Thomas. He didn't sleep that night. He refused to eat anything at dinner. He worried about Tommy. His Tommy. He prayed they would make it to sunrise the next morning, but when the doors opened and they were no where in sight, he lost all hope.
So when the three boys finally did show up, Newt wrapped the young boy tightly in his arms. "Don't you ever bloody do that to me again Thomas!" He shouted, using his full name. He only ever called him Tommy, so when the name Thomas slipped through his lips, Thomas knew he had really hurt Newt. "I never want you to do something so shucking stupid again! Do you understand?" Newt asked, pulling away slightly, to look in Thomas' beautiful bright brown eyes.
"I promise" he had told Newt, pulling him back against him, rubbing circles along his back. "Anything for you Newt" he had replied. Newt nodded, wiping away a few stray tears. "Good, that" he said smiling at the boy, as he had helped pick him up and walked with him to get some breakfast from Frypan.
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After that, the boys had been drawn even closer together. They would stay up for hours talking to each other at Thomas' usual spot in the Deadheads. They would talk until slowly falling asleep, Thomas always being the first. He would always scoot in closer to Newt before finally laying his head on the older boy's shoulder and falling asleep. Newt didn't mind though. He liked the contact. Sometimes he would sneak a kiss onto the to top of his forehead whispering "A goodnight kiss" before falling asleep himself.
One night he had been the first to fall asleep. He had been working hard in the gardens that day and wanted nothing more than to drift off into a peaceful slumber. He was laying down, his head resting in Thomas' lap. Thomas was playing with the blonde's hair, while he closed his eyes and gently started to snore. He could faintly hear Thomas chuckle as he brushed some of Newt's hair away from his eyes.
"Goodnight Newt" he had bent down to whisper softly in his ear. Newt stifled a smile, and yawned instead, turning his body towards Thomas in a more comfortable position. "What am I? Your personal mattress?" Thomas had muttered. This time Newt let out a slight chuckle. Thomas did too, his stomach rumbling against Newt's cheek.
"Shut up and go to sleep Tommy" the second in command had told the boy. Thomas obeyed and leaned his head against the wall they were laying against.
"Goodnight Newt" Thomas had said for the second time.
"Night Tommy" was Newt's reply. He felt Thomas move above him slightly. He ignored it, but upon feeling a light touch on his cheek he couldn't help but to smile to himself. "A goodnight kiss" Thomas had whispered into his ear as he leaned back against the wall and drifted off the sleep.
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It was quite obvious that the two boys had a thing for each other. Well everyone but the two boys. Minho was constantly pushing Newt into making a move, while Chuck would spend hours probing Thomas for answers, such as why he was always staring at the blonde or why he always had the biggest smile whenever Newt was around. Honestly, Thomas never had an answer to the boy's questions. He just felt happier around Newt.
One day in the Glade Newt was running around frantic. He had been this way since early this morning. Being that it was the end of the week, everyone seemed to be running around asking for things and seeing if they could make requests for when the box arrived. Newt was thrown all over the place being asked stupid and ridiculous questions. People asking what they should use when they ran out of this or that. Someone asked if they could request different smelling soap for the bathroom. It was all beginning to be too much for him.
So when the young boy crept up behind him and tapped lightly on his shoulder, Newt had had enough. "Oh what the bloody hell is it now?! Can't you see that I am bloody busy dealing with all these other shucking idiots and their needs?! I do not have time to worry about another shucking Glader who has lost their shucking mind!" Newt had yelled. But when he turned around to she see a shocked Thomas standing there he immediately regretted his words.
"Newt?" the boy said cautiously.
"Oh Tommy! I'm sorry, I-I thought you were some other bloody Glader, comin' over here to bug me. I've been running around li-" he was cut off by Thomas.
"Like a chicken with it's bloody head cut off?" Thomas said smiling, trying to imitate Newt's accent. This was another thing that had bonded them together. Finishing each others sentences. Although it usually just got on Newts nerves.
Newt let out a deep sigh. "Exactly" he replied. "New shipment of supplies is due tomorrow and it seems everyone around here has-"
"Lost their bloody mind. I can see that" Thomas interrupted again. Newt scolded the boy, a smile playing on the corners of his lips. "Come on" Thomas said, grabbing Newts hand, "You need to relax"
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Thomas led Newt to their spot within the deadheads, back to where the two walls of the Glade intersect. Thomas sat down against the cool wall, newt following his every move.
"See?" Thomas began, "Isn't this a lot better than-"
"Running around with my bloody head chopped off?" Newt said interrupting Thomas this time, causing him to laugh. "Yea, it is" he said giving a sigh of relief.
The two boys sat there chatting away about random things before suddenly Newt jumped up, realization hitting him. "Tommy?!" Newt exclaimed next to him.
"What?" Thomas asked jumping from the sudden outburst.
"Why aren't you in the Maze?" he asked. Thomas gave him a puzzled look. "You know. The Maze?" he said pointing behind him, "with Minho?" he finished. The boy's eyes widened.
"Oh! The Maze! I literally thought you said 'Haze'!" Thomas exclaimed, bursting out into laughter. Newt couldn't help but to laugh along with the young boy.
"Okay Tommy, answer my question" Newt said, a little more authoritatively.
"Minho sent me back, said he had a request for you. Was gonna go find Alby when I spotted you, and I honestly like you better than Alby" Thomas finished. Newt laughed.
"Really? And why is that?" he asked intrigued.
"Because you are a lot more approachable...and nicer" the boy replied with an honest smile. Newt returned the gesture.
"Only because I like you" Newt said, feeling confident. The Runner's smile grew.
"Good" he said leaning over towards Newt, "Because I like you too" he said before pressing his lips against Newt's.
