Hey guys, how's it going? Good? Good that.
If you're checking out 'The Nostalgia That Haunts Us', it most likely means that you've read or have started reading its companion story, 'Save Me From Myself'. Good! If not, I HIGHLY suggest you do so before reading this. You can read it standalone but it will make SO much more sense if you read Save Me From Myself and any future Newt/OC/Thomas stories featuring Sutton.
Okay, now that that's out of the way. Who's kind of confused? If so, that's fine. I'll break it down for you:
Nostalgia; a pleasurable yet sad feeling a person gets when reminiscing about things that happened in the past, and wishes it could be experienced again.
We all have favorite parts in all of our stories and this is my way of paying homage to all of you wonderful readers who wish to experience them again and again-just from a different point of view. Save Me From Myself, for example, is told from Sutton's point of view. Let's be honest, though, we all want to hear Newt's point of view when Sutton tried trapping herself in the Maze. We all want to know what Thomas was thinking when he kissed Sutton behind Newt's back. This is where that's all gonna happen.
High points, popular scenes and plot lines are going to be retold in small vignettes, just from Thomas and/or Newt's point of view. Each chapter title will be titled after its original chapter so you at least know what chapter it was from. You have to read, of course, to find out what scene.(:
These are, of course, not necessary to read the original series, but they are fun to read to not only get Newt and Thomas' point of view, but you also get to know what I was thinking when writing. A new vignette will be posted in between every chapter update, so the next one will be posted after Save Me From Myself's final chapter and my Scorch Trial adaption's first chapter. This will almost definitely continue through into Death Cure since I have some great scenes planned for you guys. All I'm going to say is that from here on out, it's going to be bat shit crazy. You have my word. We'll all be wishing we were back in the Glade soon enough.
I don't own Maze Runner, only Sutton and any other characters I create. Enjoy 'The Nostalgia That Haunts Us'.(:
The shuck alarm went off all around me, going in one ear and out the other.
"'Course," I growled, throwing my large blanket off my body.
Pushing myself off of the mattress, I stalked down the hallway, throwing the closest olive green shirt over my head. My luck that the one day Alby gives me the 'okay' to sleep in, we have to get a damn Greenie.
Standing at the top of the stairs, I surveyed the slightly chaotic scene of the Homestead. Gladers of all ages ran all about, eager to get their jobs done so they could head over to the Box. That was the rule—you're almost done with a job when the Alarm goes off, finish it. If now, well, you're shuck out of luck when it comes to seeing the new kid.
"Come on, Newt! You know Alby won't open the Box without you being there and I want to see the Green Bean," Nicholas, one of our youngest Gladers, snickered, before heading out the door and slamming it shut behind him.
Sure, the boy was only twelve, but the Homestead was barely livable; the heavy thud against the rest of the building made the leaning hut shake and creak, annoying me even more.
"Let's get this over with," I sighed, running a hand through my bedhead.
Stomping my feet down the wooden stairs, I made it a point to hurry over to the Box so I could greet the lucky newcomer and then get the hell back to sleep.
"Everyone here, Albs?" I asked, quickly skimming the crowd that had gathered around the Box.
"Obviously. Pretty sure everyone at the Greenhouse dropped their klunk and booked," Alby sneered, but quickly composed himself so his smirk was back on his face.
I rolled my eyes, feeling their pain.
"Can ya blame them, mate? It's the Greenhouse,".
Alby shot me a look showing that he agreed with me, but he wouldn't say it out loud, especially with so many eavesdroppers around.
"Alright, you slintheads, listen up! When we pull the Newbie out of the Box, be generous. Nice,".
Everyone around us snickered and giggled at the thought of being nice to any new Gladers.
"We mean it. I know it can be hard, but try. We gets reports, you'll be heading to the Slammer by sundown," I spoke up, quieting the group effectively.
Looking at me in the corner of his eyes, Alby shot his fist out, hitting his fist against mine.
"Let's let him out!" Alby cheered as the blaring Alarm finally died down, the Box clicking into the place.
We both leaned down and pulled on the Box's latch, the door opening slightly with a pop. Alby looked over at me, wondering who should reach in and pull up the Greenie.
"Ladies first," I winked, gesturing toward the open Box.
"Slim it," Alby growled despite the smile on his face before peeking his head in.
We all sat in silence until Alby threw himself back in shock, even doing a double-take.
"The shuck is that?".
Standing at full height to look down and into the corner of the Box, my eyes were squinting against the darkness of the Box, but Alby had seen it crystal clear. When the body of the Greenie came into view, my eyes opened in shock.
No way.
No.
It can't be... Can it?
"I've been shucked and gone to Heaven... Is it really a—?".
"What else could it be, ya piece of klunk?" Alby spat, shoving me to the side to take another look.
Gladers crowded around us, but the Baggers that were closest to the front of the pack were keeping them back, even though they were even trying to poke their heads in. We all went silent when a tiny voice left the Box.
"...Hello?".
We all stared at the Box for a moment before Alby looked at me, I looked at Alby.
"Can't buggin' believe it," I whistled in surprise, playing with my hands. I didn't really know what to do.
"What is it!" Minho called out from the side, looking at Alby and I with curiosity.
Alby and I looked down at the Newbie once more before Alby turned towards the group to speak.
"It's a girl,".
"Alright, arms up and we'll pull you up and out," Alby smiled towards the girl, reaching down to grab her.
"No," she replied, shaking her head.
I scoffed, rolling my eyes. A girl is in the Glade not even ten minutes and she's acting like a brat. Perfect. Sighing, I laid down on the ground, my body flat while my chin rested on top of my hands.
"Fine, we'll wait; but trust me, Greenie, you'll want to be out here than in there eventually,".
Truth is, I wasn't planning on waiting. If this girl was going to be a whiny crybaby, I had better places to be—you know, like my bed, sleeping. Raucous conversations and slurs were being shouted out around us, making me cringe.
They must've been making the new girl cringe too, since her arms shot up with her yelling, "Hey!".
"Yes, darlin'?" I smirked, wanting to wink at her but knew she probably couldn't see me.
"Come on, help me up," the girl sighed, making my smirk even better. We won.
I always win.
"I see the look on your face, so don't start," Alby whispered harshly in my ear before reaching out for the girl, "Good that,".
Being a seventeen year old boy (at least that's what I think I am), I've never really been at a loss for words. Whether I'm right or wrong, I've always have some sort of comeback. When Alby and I pulled this new girl out of the Box, however, my brain couldn't form words and my mouth went dry.
The sun was shining brightly around her, bouncing off her shiny brunette hair. The 'boy' in me got the best of me and I couldn't resist eyeing her up and down, taking in her long, lean legs that were surprisingly tan for just arriving at the Glade. Most arrived pale as a ghost, including myself. Animals were cawing and whining in the distance, clearly annoyed that they hadn't gotten their breakfast yet, and that was what snapped me out of my stupor.
"Crazy, huh?" I asked the girl, smirking.
I couldn't help but ask a question; for some reason, I just wanted to hear her voice. She probably didn't know I knew, but I definitely noticed her looking me over just as much as I had her. After hearing me speak, her eyes started at my lips, slid down to my arms, down to my legs, and then quickly back up to my long hair. I've never really been shy and today was no different. Clearing my throat, she knew she had been caught.
"Am I the—,".
"Only shucking girl here? Got that right," I nodded, smirk growing even bigger at the blush that was slowly creeping into her face.
"How is that possible?" she asked, looking around in confusion.
"No questions; you'll know everything soon enough," Alby spoke, kicking me in the heel as a warning, telling me to back off. Looking over at Alby, I shot him the most innocent look I could muster, like I had no idea what he was talking about.
"You two just pulled me out of a pitch black box and are saying that I'm the only girl here, and you won't answer one question?" she asked, the challenging tone coursing through her thick voice.
Raising my eyebrows, I glanced at Alby with crossed arms. The idea of brat had quickly left my mind. Body like a goddess, was more like it.
I like her already.
Anyone willing to step up to the Albster was a friend of mine. After all, Alby and I wouldn't be best friends if I hadn't done so as well. I let the girl and Alby argue back and forth for a while, just staring at her in silence.
"That's what every green bean is like when they pop outta the Box, don't worry; you'll get used to everything eventually," I told her when I felt like she was getting backed into a corner by my friend.
He was always harsh with the newcomers, but she was a girl, it's different. Her face snapped over to look at me again, distaste clear in her eyes.
"And you are?" she asked, tapping her foot impatiently.
Hah, cute.
'Newt," I replied simply, letting my name roll off my tongue as I let my eyes run over her body one more time.
When she saw me checking her out, she looked down at herself, taking in her body, her features, herself.
"You're beautiful," is what I wanted to say, but I let her figured that out on her own.
Alby asked her her name and when he did, I realized how much I was dying to know, dying to hear if her name matched her personality.
"Sutton,".
My tongue ran over my teeth as I took it in. Sutton.
Sutton.
The conversation continued between us but all I could think about was her name, her attitude, her body. When Ben interrupted our conversation, Alby left in a rush, ordering me to take care of her for the day. There was a part of me that wanted to roll my eyes and let some other shuckface in the Glade do it, but the majority of my brain told me to do it.
If I can't go back to sleep, what better way to spend the day then by making Sutton fall head over heels in love with me?
"Hungry?" I ask, to which she says no, her nose crinkling up. I laughed a little, smiling.
This was going to be a challenge.
Lucky for Sutton, I like challenges.
So, what did you think? I'll be writing these at random so if y'all have any requests feel free to let me know down below in the review box.
This WILL NOT slow down the progress of my original series more than it already is. Please remember that these are quick rewrites that I can get done in three-quarters the time it takes me to write a full-blown chapter. I will continue to get out the original series as fast as possible, please me just as patient as you all always are.(:
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"The nostalgia that haunts is real, but in reality, it isn't,".