Style- Taytay Swift (wouldn’t let me put real name 😔) ⋆｡°✩₊ °✦ ‧ ‧ ₊ ˚✧₊ °✦

the glade wasn’t the most ideal living place. but it was all you had, at least for now. you had good friends and… a good situationship. complicated? sure. fun? definitely.

you first arrived at the glade a few days ago. it was chaos, since you were the first girl glader. after waking up from being passed out in the Med-Jack hut, you were given a tour by the leader of the glade, Alby.

on the tour, you were shown around the glade and met some new people. throughout those people came a blondish- brown haired boy, tall, looked kind. he came over to you guys, looking at you.

“this is Newt.” Alby said “second in command and leader whenever i’m not around.”

“well, good thing you’re always around then.” newt said with a smile before turning back to you “nice to meet you, then, Greenie.” you just nodded, a bit confused by the name and also a bit distracted by him.

the tour continued, getting shown around the last few places through the glade and getting the maze explained to you. he said he had some things to take care of after, and left you to Chuck. he gave you a rundown of the sleeping and food arrangements and set up your hammock. your first real friend.

you’d spent the rest of the day just wandering around until night, when they were throwing a bonfire to celebrate the new greenie. there, Newt found you and sat with you for a while, explaining roles in the glade and how things worked.

since then, you’d met some more people. Frypan, whom you helped in the kitchen sometimes. Thomas, who was a runner with Minho. and you’d spent more time with Newt. but he wasn’t just another friend.

or he wasn’t to you, at least.

it wasn’t just in the actions, but in the way he looked at you sometimes. very daydreamy, like James Dean (though you had no idea who he was or why it was one of the things you remembered). but his face when he looked at you and the way he acted… was it normal?

you could literally just be walking around, since you’d be having free time from your role, when he’d approach you and just walk with you. didn’t second in command have better things to do? but he never left first. never failed to look at you at least once within a 30 second time period.

even while you were doing the tasks that you were given, you’d look across the glade to see him just looking, and he was confident. he wouldn’t look away first. he never did. you usually had to tear your gaze away, and then he’d move on. it wasn’t killing you.

one time you’d been walking across the glade when you’d noticed him staring, walking over to you. you figured today was the day you’d make him break eye contact first. but you failed when you were too busy staring back at him to notice the gravel in front of you, tripping on it. he caught you in a second, by the hips.

“careful, greenie. can’t have you getting hurt when you barely got here, Alby would kill you for being dead weight.” he said before he let go of you and walked off back to the gardens.

the third day you’d been there, he’d led you out into the gardens, talking about the things they grow, the flowers they plant, and how, on certain days, he liked to come here and look at the sun when it met that perfect point over the walls of the maze.

tonight, he’d been staring a bit more than usual. you kinda ignored it. still spoke to him a bit during the bonfire, but ignored it the other times. you went to sleep after, expecting it to be just another normal night.

until you were woken up at midnight, a strong hand clamped around your mouth. you almost yelled until you heard a familiar english accent laced into his words “hey, calm down alright? it’s just Newt.” he said, taking his hand off your mouth before speaking again.

“come on before any of these other shanks wake up.” he said, turning away from all the other sleeping gladers and out of the homestead. what could he possibly need at 12am?