I Need You

Disclaimer: I do not own the characters of The Maze Runner. Just the plot.

Pairing: Thomas & Newt Newtmas

Chapter 1

"You're asking for trouble, Thomas."

Thomas rolled his eyes and continued staring at his dream. Theresa huffed in disbelief. He was ignoring her and for...HIM. She looked at the source of Thomas' attention and scowled. Newt.

"Thomas are you listening to me?" Theresa snapped.

"No," Thomas grumbled. They were at lunch. Thomas always sat with Theresa, Alby, and Minho. Thomas also always stared at Newt, who always sat across the lunch room with Jeff, Clint, and his boyfriend...Gally. Gally. Just hearing his name made Thomas want to puke.

"You know, staring at him everyday of every week won't make a difference," Minho chuckled. Thomas shook his head.

"What does he even see in him?" Thomas asked, mumbling under his breath. Theresa did the same.

"See man, Gally and Newt have been an item since...damn. How long has it been Minho? Three years?" Alby asked after taking a bite out of his roll.

"Yeah, they're been together since the 9th grade," Minho shrugged.

"Exactly why Thomas shouldn't be drowling over him. What if Gally sees?" Theresa hissed.

"I really don't care what Gally thinks," Thomas gritted.

"Gally is no joke, Thomas. Seriously, grow a brain before you get pummeled!"

"Do you ever get tired of telling people what to do?" Thomas groaned as he turned to look at her.

"Do you ever get tired of chasing a guy that doesn't want you?" Theresa retorted.

"Woah, woah! Guys cool down," Alby said raising his hands as they glared at each other. Minho just looked between the two, sucking down his juice through a straw rather quickly. "Let Thomas do what he wants, Theresa. He's a big boy; he can handle himself."

"But it's stupid-"

"I don't see how what I do has anything to do with you," Thomas growled. "What's your deal? Why are you always on my ass?"

"I'm just trying to help you-"

"Help me by telling me to crush my dreams?" Thomas asked in disbelief.

"Do what you want, Thomas." Theresa stood up with her tray. "Just don't say I didn't warn you. Newt is smitten to that asshole, believe it or not. Give up and move on." Theresa walked away in a hurry. Thomas clenched his fist and grumbled under his breath. Alby shook his head and Minho put his juice down.

"What has gotten into her?" Minho asked, raising his shoulders as he watched her walk away.

"She just doesn't want Thomas to get hurt," Alby started.

"Get hurt? Why in the hell would Newt hurt me?" Thomas asked. "He is my best friend, no matter what."

"But...you don't want to be just friends with him anymore," Minho stated. Alby laughed.

"Yeah, Tom. It's different now. At first it was let me come over and play video games with your ass and now it's let me come over and get that ass," Alby chuckled. Minho roared with laughter. Thomas punched Alby in the shoulder, trying to hide the blush that was creeping on his face.

"You two are horrible," Thomas mumbled. They ate in silence for a few minutes. "How do you think that Newt would take it?"

"Take what?" Minho asked looking up at Thomas.

"Take me...ya know. Liking him..."

"That's something you have to ask Newt," Alby said.

"Ask me what?"

Thomas's heart starting racing; he turned to see the source of that beautiful british accent. Newt.

"H-Hey Newt," Thomas stammered.

"Hey mate," Newt smiled at Thomas and looked at Alby. "You needed to ask something, yeah?"

"Nah, I think it was Thomas that needed to ask you something." Alby and Minho laughed as Thomas scowled at them.

"What's on you mind, Tommy?" Newt asked, his perfect smile spreading across his face and destroying Thomas's sanity. That nickname...Tommy. No one else called him that, and he prefered it to stay that way.

"You know what, I'll ask you later," Thomas said with a nervous smile. Newt stepped forward and placed a hand on his shoulder.

"Ohkay, just don't hold out on me. Now I'm curious," Newt said with a smirk. Newt's accent was melting Thomas' soul. He just wanted to kiss those puffy pink lips. He wanted to hear that british soaked voice saying his name...laughing, and whispering in his ear. Moaning and crying underneath him..."Tommy?"

"Huh?" Thomas said snapping out of his lala land.

"You alright, mate? You seem out of it." Newt placed his hand on his forehead. Thomas prayed to God that he wasn't blushing. "Maybe you should take it easy. You're a bit flushed."

"Poor thing," Minho said with a bit of implied sarcasm. Thomas glared at him and then Alby for snickering.

"This is no laughing matter. I think he's sick," Newt scolded. Thomas could feel his face warm up even more.

"I'm sure he is," Alby chuckled. Thomas shot him a look but shivered when he felt Newt's hand touch the side of his face.

"Maybe you should go home," Newt said with concern dripping from his tone. Thomas reached up and grabbed his hand.

"I'm fine, Newt. Really..." Thomas said, his voice husky.

"You sure?" Newt asked.

"Yeah. I'm alright. I promise," Thomas smiled before gently pulling Newt's hand from his face before his emotions and raw want took over completely.

"Alright," Newt said. It was written all over his face that he didn't believe him. Suddenly, the mood was ended when Gally made his way over to the table.

"Hey guys," Gally said as he wrapped his arm around Newt. Thomas had to refrain himself from growling like some kind of rabid dog. Newt's happy expression seemed to disappear as soon as Gally touched him. That's when it was clear to Thomas...Gally wasn't making him happy. Newt wasn't happy. His baby wasn't happy. His dream. His love. That angered him.

AN: So what do you think? Should I continue? What do think may happen next? As always I love your comments! They inspire me to write more. ;) Love always!