The Maze Runner: Beating heart (Newt Fan fiction)

Bonfire Crazy

I turn around and smile as I see the boys lighting a large bonfire. It crackles and sizzles, its flames dance with each other as they swallow up the wood. The boys start to play some music and some people start to dance and joke around, I walk towards the bonfire and feel the heat on my skin. Then someone taps my shoulder, I turn around to see Gally. He smiles and hands me a jar of amber liquid from a silver tray he is balancing with his other arm. I smile and take the strange drink,
"Thanks...."
I spot Newt sitting against a fallen log, Gally tries to start a conversation with me but I tell him I have to go. I turn around and start heading towards Newt when he grabs my wrist and digs his filthy nails into it.
"Wait-" he says
I turn around in disgust and try to snatch my hand away but he clutches it firmly. Minho spots us and strides over with a flame of anger in his eyes,
"What are you doing, Gally?" He asks with a firm tone
"Nothin'" Gally snaps at Minho
Then Gally releases my wrist and I rub the red patch where he had been gripping my hand.
"You better not be," Minho then gives Gally a death stare and turns to me, blocking my vision of Gally and the flaming bonfire.
"U ok?" He asks me
"I fine," I mumble "you don't need to protect me, I'm not a weakling, "
"Sometimes even the strongest need help," he says winking and then he turns and walks back to his mates.
I walk to Newt and slump down on the grass next to him.
"Hey," I greet him
"Hi," he replies
I then decide to take a sip of the peculiar drink, as soon as it touches my lips I can taste the unpleasant bitterness of it. But it some how is warming, I put the jar down on the grass. Then I feel my throat burning, like a thousand devils sliding down my throat.
"It burns!" I exclaim clutching my neck
Newt chuckles, holding a similar jar
"It's Gally's special drink," he explains
"Are you sure that kid hasn't poisoned it or somethin'?"
"I don't know, if he has I might be hallucinating right now," he pauses and licks his lips "you might not be sitting next to me right now," he then takes a deep breath,
"I don't know why you are anyway," he mumbles
I frown, not used to his negative attitude.
"Why wouldn't I want to sit next to you?" I question him
"Because I'm Newt. The tall, lanky guy with a shucked up ankle that only care about rules and work," he pauses again " I want to be more like Minho, tall, muscular, brave, strong and adventurous. And good looking, "
I shake my head,
"Your perfect the way you are Newt,"
He gives me a sad look.
"Yeah right..." he trails off
"You are strong. And kind, tall. You have your good looks; your hair and your dreamy eyes," I gaze into his eyes as he looks at me
They reflect the dancing flames of the bonfire, the I quickly look away blushing, feeling awkward.
"Stop trying to make me feel better,"
"But I'm telling the truth!" I exclaim raising my arms
"Course you are..." he says bitterly, looking in the opposite direction
I stand up, brushing the dirt off my trousers and walk to Minho. I ask him if we could talk in private and his friends wolf whistle, I give them a glare and we walk to a quiet spot.
"Is everything okay?" He asks me
"It's not me I'm worried about," I look over my shoulder "it's Newt,"
Minho furrows his brow
"Newt?"
I nod,
"He's feeling really down and upset, as you are a close friend of his I was wondering if you could maybe talk to him, you know. Man to man,"
Minho nods,
"Yeah, sure. I'll try and talk to that sad shank," he huffs
"Thanks so much!"
I give him a quick hug and he goes to sit beside Newt then starts talking to him.
Teresa polds over to me,
"Hey, it's weird being the only girls isn't it?" She greets me
Her glossy, black hair cascades past her shoulders and onto a wavy white dress she is wearing, with some brown sandals.
"Yeah it sure is," I rub my temple "you look nice,"
She thanks me and suddenly her face lights up and she looks at me with a mischievous grin. I immediately suspect what she's thinking,
"No, no, no. You're not giving me a make over," I refuse
But it's too late. We are already at the doors of our room, she pulls me it and closes the door behind us. Then she pushs me onto me bed and searches through one of the drawers,
"Please don't make it too girly, " I moan
Her face falls,
"So no dresses?" She says holding a pile of dresses and skirts
"No,"
"Okay," she replies with a smile and carries on looking through the pile of clothes.
She pushes me into the changing room and hands me some dark brown shorts and a white, short-sleeved shirt. I put it on and look in the mirror, 'It doesn't look that bad' I think. She make a couple of adjustments, tieing the shirt into a crop top and putting my hair down and sorting out a side parting, then I put on some brown cowboy boots that were sent last week (requested by Teresa, of course).
"All done!" She shouts
I turn to look in the mirror and my eye brows raise in surprise, I look normal but slightly more girly and attractive.
"I like it," I whisper with a smile
We then go back outside and sit together, exchanging thoughts, opinions and stories, a couple of the galders whistle at us and wink we blush but ignore them. Minho invites me to dance with him and I agree,
"Where is Newt?" I asked looking around
"He said that he wanted an early night," stated Minho
I furrow my brow,
"Thats strange...." I murmer to myself
After we had finished dancing I sneaked off to see Newt. I gaze over and see him lying peacefully in his hammock.

Newt's POV
I hear gentle footsteps coming closer to me. But I don't feel like being disturbed so I pretend to sleep. The person is right beside my now, a wave of flowers and smoke drift up my nose, their breath upon my skin. Then the person whispers sweetly but confidently into my ear
"Goodnight Newt," she says
I recognise the voice from somewhere but not sure where. Then I feel soft lips press on my forehead as she gives me a delicate kiss, clearly trying not to wake me up. I feel the warmth dissappear as she steps back and tiptoes off, I squint my eye to get a peek of the person. All I see is flowing, blonde hair and that us all I need. It was Amelia. A warm, fuzzy feeling starts to grow inside of me, a feeling that I couldn't record feeling before, it left me with a smile on my face as I drifted off to sleep...