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Thomas woke up aching all over. He had hardly slept he couldn't stop thinking about a certain blonde. Recently Newt was all that was on his mind. He couldn't help it. Ever since he arrived in the box and he set eyes on that boy he had a feeling in his stomach.
But now everything had changed. He didn't sleep anymore. He couldn't. Not with the handsome, muscular, sweet...no he couldn't thing of his best friend like that. But it was all true. He began to skip meals because he couldn't bear to see Newt. He couldn't believe one boy could make him feel like this. But he knew nothing would happen, it never could, Newt was second in command and he was a runner. But he knew he had some feelings.
Tonight the gladers were having a bonfire but Thomas wasn't going. He always shared a log with Newt but he couldn't take being so close to him anymore. Every time they touched he felt sparks but he knew the feeling was mutual. So he made his way towards the deadheads leaving behind the bright amber glow of the sparking fire. When he could no longer see the fire or hear the loud chatter, he perched himself on the floor up against a tree. He sat with his head in his hands; he couldn't live like this any longer.
He sat there for about 2 minutes before he felt someone sit beside him and put their arm around his shoulder.
"Hey Tommy."
Thomas melted at the sound of the voice but still he pushed the arm off of him.
"Tommy please listen we need to talk..."
"Newt! There is nothing to talk about." Thomas snapped and he instantly regretted it.
"Please Tommy. Just hear me out."
"Fine..."
"Well I don't know how to say so I'm just going to come out and say this as it is...I like you Tommy. Well I guess it's more than like its love and I have loved you ever since I set eyes on you...
To be continued
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