Author's note: Hey I'm back! It's Sami! So unfortunately I lost my notebook with my Jiper fanfiction in it so that will probably be discontinued. All my notes for diseases and everything were in it. Sorry. After rereading maze runner, I got obsessed again and decided to write this. It was just going to be a one shit but I'm in too deep now. It's gonna be a fully fledged fanfc I guess. Hope you enjoy! Review and let me know what you think! Follow my instagram: fulltimefangirllyfe or my tumblr under the same name.
Disclaimer: I don't own The Maze Runner otherwise there would be lots of gay shipping moments that are canon.
Newt had been working at the grungy tattoo parlor for several years and everyday he looked at the empty building across the street. As far as he knew, the structure had always been empty. But, for the past month there had been construction and loud noises coming from the direction of the building. Someone had finally bought it and today was the grand opening. There were bright pink signs and ribbons everywhere. Balloons were strewn across the front of the little bakery. A bakery. Now, cute little families would be coming from all over and they'd all glance uneasily across the street towards the W.I.C.K.E.D tattoo parlor. Once upon time, that might've been his family before they moved to America. Then again, it probably still was his family. Newt knew they'd end up dragging him into the cute, little bakery for a treat. He sighed inwardly and was about to turn from the front window and continue setting up when a flash of black hair caught his eye. An Asian man was running past the shop. He slowed, leaning forward and panting hard. It was obvious he had run all the way there. The man looked up, his dark, black eyes on Newt's deep brown ones. Newt quirked an eyebrow at the man and he winked. Newt felt his face turn hot (it was undoubtedly red now) and scowled. The man laughed, his eyes sparkling and Newt felt his face turn an even deeper shade of red. He quickly turned on his heel and promptly returned to setting up the tattoo parlor. Newt could tell he was still blushing deeply and hurried to get to his station. Business would be slow today, what with the grand opening of that stupid bakery. He arranged the shiny, silver needles in a somewhat orderly fashion and began tacking up designs and some of his own original drawings. Jorge'd said he could try out his own creations but not to count on anything selling. They weren't even that good, really, Newt thought. Just some old doodles of his. The swirling patterns and edges were rough and not as elegant as he desperately wanted them to be. They probably wouldn't even sell. Newt glanced up at his drawings, furrowing his brow. He sighed in resignation and began to take them down, setting them down on the little wooden table in the corner. Newt ran his fingertips across the rough paper and sighed. For the third time that day. Seriously what was with him and sighing today? He would have no air left at the end of the day at this point. He sat down on the squishy, leather seat, tapped his foot impatiently, and checked his watch and his phone. Still no sign of Jorge. He was late. Again, Newt thought. Pulling his keys out of his pocket, Newt made his way through the dark parlor flipping on lights as he went. He flipped the open sign and was about to walk away when he realized that he'd forgotten to unlock the door. He reached over and slid the key smoothly into the lock. Yes, you had to use a key for both sides of the door. Stupid door was weird that way. Passing the old front desk, Newt shimmied behind it and reached for the speakers. Soon ,heavy drumming filled the air pounding along with is headache. His elbows fell on the desk, banging against the rough wood as his nimble fingers pushed through his blonde locks. It's too early for this music, he thought and skipped the song. Where was Jorge? Better yet, where was Teresa?! She always brought the coffee and Newt needed it badly now. The day was already off to a bad start and there hadn't even been any customers yet. It seemed the minutes would drag on and on today.
Newt straightened to glance at the clock behind him. 7 am. Geez. He glanced toward the door and looked away again. It was an endless cycle of boredom during the day. At night was when business really kicked in. Newt almost never heard the piercing ringing of the bell this early in the morning unless it was…
"Teresa!" Newt dragged his eyes up from the floor, slowly revealing Teresa in all her glory. (Note the sarcasm) Teresa was balancing a huge drink tray in her small hands and Newt lunged for the large Starbucks cup and wrapped his hands around it. He inhaled deeply, taking in the heavenly scent. "Oh you are a life-saver Teresa." She snorted.
"Anything for you, darling," she said, sickly sweet.
"Ugh. Don't. Not today love." Newt smiled to show her he was joking.
"Where's Jorge?" Teresa questioned as she heaved herself onto the desk. He shrugged noncommittally.
"No idea. He's late for the third time this week!" Teresa patted his head affectionately, effectively mussing his hair.
"Newtie you worry too much!" Newt grumbled, attempting to smooth the locks back down. Then he realized what Teresa had said.
"Don't call me Newtie! Bloody hell it's like I'm five again!" Teresa snorted again and leaned across the desk to poke Newt's forehead.
"Thomas finally decided to get a tattoo," she said.
"Really?!" Newt was surprised. Thomas could be such a sissy sometimes. Teresa nodded eagerly.
"Mmhmm. But he said he wants you to do it," She pouted. "My own brother doesn't trust me enough to give him a tattoo! It's offensive!" Newt chuckled.
"He just likes me better," he teased her. Teresa crossed her arms, still pouting. She really looked like a five year old now.
"Does NOT!"
Okay first chapter done! I hope you like it and please review! I already know where the fanfic is going and have a lot written so far but feel free to ask questions and give suggestions!
