A/N: okay, so I have a slight warning for this chapter. Although there are no spoilers in this one shot, I have used some quotes from The Death Cure. It won't make a difference if you have or haven't read that book, but for those of you who have, it's in there.

Newt came crashing through the door of the Homestead, holding back tears as he stormed his way through the building, Thomas hot on his trail.

"Don't walk away from me Newt!" Thomas' voice boomed through the air.

"I don't want to talk to you Tommy" Newt breathed out as he reached the top of the stairs. Thomas began to climb them up two at a time.

"Well you can't just ignore me either Newt!" Thomas shot back. Newt spun around just as Thomas reached the top of the stairs.

"You've got a lot of nerve coming up here. A lot of bloody nerve" Newt said, fuming with anger. "The sight of you makes me sick" he spat out before walking into his room and slamming the door.

"Newt!" Thomas yelled as he banged on the now closed and locked door. "Newt!" He tried again.

"Go away" he said bitterly.

"Newt!-" Thomas was interrupted by the door being swung open.

"I should rip your eyes out," Newt said, spraying Thomas with spit. "Teach you a lesson in stupidity. Why'd you come up here? You expected a bloody hug? Huh? A nice sit-down to talk about the good times in the Glade?" Newt yelled out angrily.

Thomas was silent.

He has never seen Newt so worked up before.

"That's what I bloody thought" Newt said about to slam the door. Unfortunately for him, Thomas caught his foot in the door and he burst his way through.

"We are going to talk about this Newt!" Thomas demanded.

"There is nothing to talk about!" Newt shot back. They stood there just staring at each other, not saying a word. Newt knew he was being childish, but he couldn't help it. Thomas hurt him. How was he supposed to forgive him after what he had done?

"Please Tommy, please?" Newt began, losing all self control. "Leave me alone" Newt finished, his voice cracking as he made his way to sit on his bed. Thomas began to walk toward him when pure rage filled Newt's features.

"Don't' come any closer!" Newt seethed through his teeth. Thomas jumped at the sight of Newt, and took a couple steps back.

"I'm not going to ask again Thomas" Newt said. This caught Thomas by surprise.

"What-I-Thomas?" He asked confused. "But...bu-you-" Thomas stuttered.

"Bloody hell Thomas! Don't make this any harder than it has to be! Now get out of my room!" Newt yelled as he began to throw various objects at the Greenie. First it was just a pillow or a sock. But then Newt picked up a rather thick hardcover book and Thomas got the hint. As Thomas made his way out the door, he heard a loud thump. He imagined it was the book, as the door slammed closed behind him, sending a chill through his body.

What have I done?

Thomas sank down in front of Newt's door and began to quietly sob. What has this day turned into?

*A couple hours earlier*

"To our new Greenie!" Alby shouted as he all raised our glasses filled with Frypan's special brew.

The new Greenie had just found a new job and was officially one of the Gladers. Thomas was just happy that is wasn't him anymore. He felt bad for the kid, having just been through what the newbie had. Too bad he was stuck with Gally though. Kid made for a good Builder.

Thomas stood off to the side all alone. Chuck had left to get them another drink, and Newt was off somewhere deep within the crowd with Alby and the new Greenie. He was left alone, standing next to a log, to his thoughts as he gazed off into the bonfire. Those were shortly interrupted however.

"What up Greenie, I mean Thomas. My man!" Minho exclaimed, obviously wasted.

"Hey Minho" was all Thomas could muster up. He didn't particularly like drunk Minho.

"Wassap?!" He yelled a little too loudly into his ear as he slapped Thomas a little too roughly on the back. Thomas groaned.

"Slim it Minho" Thomas muttered. At that moment Chuck had returned and handed Thomas his drink. "Thanks" he muttered bitterly as he swallowed the whole drink down, it's liquid burning all the always down. If Thomas has to be here, he sure as well wasn't going to do it sober.

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Thomas was starting to feel a bit dizzy on his second drink. By the third he was tipsy. And now that he was on his seventh, he knew there was no going back. Or was it his eighth?

"Thooommas!" Minho slurred. "Thomas! Tom-ass" Minho let out a deep laugh. "Bro, your name has the word ass in it!" Minho said, continuing to crack up.

"My name. Dude, I don't know whether your name is Minho, or Mee-ho!" Thomas exclaimed.

"How racist!" Minho exclaimed. "It's obviously bitch-I'm-Fabulous" he replied.

"Well at least my name has the word ass and not ho" Thomas replied with a laugh.

"Man, you're just jealous because I can twerk better than you" he said with a smirk.

"What?" Thomas slurred.

"Yea! Watch!" Minho spurted as he stood in front of Thomas and began to grind on him. "See?" Minho said looking back at Thomas.

"Oh yea" Thomas said rolling his eyes. "This is great."

"Oh you know you love it!" Minho said as he began to move faster. Thomas couldn't help the fact that his pants had became just a little tighter.

"Hmm, someone is happy" Minho said, a smirk playing on his lips. He turned around to face a now blushing Thomas. "I bet I can make you even happier" Minho said, his smirk growing into a full on grin.

Before Thomas could respond or even react Minho had pressed his lips to Thomas'. He was frozen, stunned that one of his best friends had just kissed him in front of the whole entire glade. But as Minho continued to kiss him, he couldn't help but to start kissing him back.

Eventually, he came to his senses.

"Minho!" Thomas yelled, pushing the Keeper away.

"What is it Tommy?" Minho said, laughing. "Am I not as good a kisser as your little boyfriend Newt?" Minho mocked.

"Yeah Tommy" a familiar voice said. They both turned to see a teary eyed Newt standing there, fist clenched at his side. "Is he not as good a kisser? Because he sure did look like a better dancer" Newt continued on, his voice trembling.

"Newt, I-" Thomas started.

"Save it" Newt said, looking down at Thomas. "Maybe you should go take care of that" Newt said pointing to his very noticeable bulge before stalking off towards the Homestead.

"Newt, wait!"

*back to present, a couple hours later*

Thomas sat under his tree inside of the Deadheads. He was crying, knowing he had screwed up. He didn't know what to do. He wanted to explain himself to Newt. He knew he was wrong and just wanted to apologize. On the other hand, he had kissed Minho back. He didn't like him in that way.

He just really was a good kisser.

Dammit Thomas! He's the reason your in this mess, and you're thinking about his kissing skills?!

Thomas felt so sick. If he thought he was drunk, he was clearly sober now. He swore to himself, if he somehow found a way out of this situation, he would never touch that stuff again. It stung like hell and left behind horrible consequences. And it wasn't worth it to lose Newt to.

"Oh, Newt" Thomas sobbed. "I'm so sorry. I didn't mean it I swear. I just..." He trailed off. "I'm so stupid."

"Yea, you really are" a voice came from the woods.

Thomas prayed it was Newt.

It was Minho.

Pure rage filled Thomas.

"You" Thomas spat as he got up and lunged at Minho. He was on top of him in two seconds flat, punching and kicking the older boy. But Minho was stronger, and shoved Thomas away.

"Woah, don't get mad at me Thomas" Minho spat, clearly just as angry. "I didn't start this" he finished, rubbing his now bruising jaw. Thomas stared at him in disbelief.

"Are you serious?" Thomas began. "This is all your fault!" Thomas spat back.

"Oh don't you dare go and give me that bullshit!" Minho yelled. "Everyday in that goddamn maze you try to start stuff with me" Minho now shouted. "You flirt, you constantly touch my arm or brush my hand, and you're always complaining about Newt! What was I supposed to think? That you just wanted a girlfriend to vent to?" He finished, clearly fed up with his running partner and supposed best friend.

"Minho! I-I didn't - ugh!" Thomas exclaimed. "I was doing just that. Venting. I. Don't. Like. You." Thomas emphasized. Minho scoffed.

"Oh really? Because it sure as hell didn't seem like it when you were kissing me back" Minho replied with a smirk. Thomas went in to attack, but Minho was quick to defend, giving Thomas a black eye.

"I hate you" Thomas spat. "I used to look up to you. Now I know that you're just an ass" he finished, bumping past Minho on his way out of the forest. He kept his sight down on the ground so he didn't see when he bumped into a tall figure.

"Oh shuck it!" Thomas cursed at the same time a voice said "Bloody hell!" Thomas slowly looked up to see Newt standing there.

"Newt?" Thomas asked, stepping back, scared he didn't mean to run into him.

"Yea Tommy" he relied. "It's me. I heard what you said. I just want you to know that although I am extremely angry and frustrated with you, I can't hold all of it against you" he began to say.

Thomas wanted to interrupt but Newt stopped him.

"That doesn't mean I forgive you Tommy" Newt said, and Thomas's face fell. "I really, really liked you and you really hurt me" Newt said, new tears falling. "I may one day be able to forgive, but I can never forget. I'm sorry Tommy" Newt said unable to look up into the Runner's eyes.

"We're over"