The south wall eventually moved, closing for the night; he leaned forward until it stopped. Minutes later, his back one again comfortably pressed against thick layers of the ivy, he fell asleep.
The Maze Runner Trilogy © James Dashner
Thomas barely heard someone's footsteps over him. He opened his eyes slowly and found Newt walked toward him with a couple of blankets on his hands. Newt smiled as he met his friend's gaze.
"I thought you'd stayed in the bloody Maze once again," he said as he sat next to him and gave him the blankets. After that, he gave him a bread. Thomas felt something growled in his stomach and realized he hadn't eat anything since he ran away to the Maze.
"No, and thanks for this all."
Newt chuckled. "Looks like you're in love with those Grievers."
But Thomas didn't laugh, just gave him a little smile and let out a heavy breath.
"So, about the girl ..." Newt started the main conversation.
"I'm not in the mood to talk about her right now," Thomas said quickly as he saw Newt nodded.
"OK then, but you have to talk about her later."
The two sank to their own minds; listening to the Grievers' metallic whirring sound outside. Actually Thomas wanted to be alone, but Newt was an exception. Whatever the older boy talked to him about, he never felt bothered. Thomas felt comfortable with him.
Newt yawned and he faced Thomas. "Guess you want to be alone. I'll back to the Homestead, see ya tomorrow, Tommy."
Something told Thomas that he wanted someone to accompany him; that he wanted Newt to be here with him. So Thomas hold the second-in-command's arm while he wanted to stood up. "Stay here."
Newt blinked a moment, but then he gave him a soft smile. He leaned against the Door again and he took a blanket. "You want me to stay because you scared about something or you want to spend the night with me?" He teased.
Thomas rolled his eyes but he couldn't avoid to smirk. "The second, I guess."
Thomas could see the slightly red blushes on Newt's cheeks. "Wow. But you seemed like the girl."
"Not really. I don't have any special feeling for her," Thomas leaned in and he pressed his lips against Newt's soft lips, his arms wrapped around the older boy's waist. When he pulled out the kiss, he pressed his forehead against Newt's and the two was smiling. "Besides, I do have special feeling for you."
"Good that." Then, Newt rested his head on Thomas' shoulder; Thomas' arms still wrapped around the older boy's waist.
"I've figured out why you brought this two blankets instead of one." Thomas kissed the blond's hair, Thomas was never thought that Newt has a soft hair like this—as soft as his lips. And when he heard Newt chuckled for the response, Thomas pouted. "You planned this."
"Why not, Tommy? At least I tried and this is ... what I wanted."
Thomas felt his heart warmed when he heard Newt wanted to be with him. Thomas tightened his arm around Newt and he kissed the boy's hair again. He rested his cheek on Newt's head until he dozed and fell a sleep.
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