Scene: It started with boredom.
Chuck suggested a game. Minho made it dangerous. Frypan brought snacks. And suddenly, half the Glade was gathered around a flickering campfire, ready to play.
"Truth or dare?" Thomas asked Y/N.
She smirked. "Dare."
Minho grinned. "I dare you to steal Newt's shirt."
Newt blinked. "What?"
Y/N stood, walked over, and tugged his shirt right off grinning as she draped it over her shoulders like a trophy.
Newt turned red. "You're enjoying this way too much."
Next round, it was Newt's turn.
"Truth," he said.
Frypan leaned in. "Who do you think about when you can't sleep?"
Newt glanced at Y/N. "Her."
The Glade went silent.
Y/N's eyes widened. "Wait—really?"
Newt nodded. "Every night."
Chuck dropped his snack. Minho whooped. Thomas clapped.
Y/N smiled, heart racing. "Truth," she said quickly.
Newt looked at her. "Do you feel the same?"
She leaned in, still wearing his shirt. "Every night."
The Gladers exploded.
Later, after the game ended and the fire dimmed, Newt and Y/N sat together under the stars.
"No more dares," he whispered. "Just truths."
She kissed him. "Deal."
Newt's Reaction (retelling the moment):
"It was supposed to be a game. But games have rules—and love doesn't."
"She stole my shirt. I gave her my heart."
"And when she said she thought about me too, the Glade didn't cheer. It bloomed."
