The Maze Runner Imagines

The Date//Newt//Part 1

"Then quit trying to have phone sex with some girl over the phone and let me ask you, gosh darn it!"

His eyes go wide and he shuts his phone immediately, "I... My friend and I were trying to figure out what costume we were going to twin as at Thomas' Halloween party."

Your mouth opens a little in shock and a slight guilt, "I... sorry."

Newton slides his phone into his pocket, a smile in the corners of his lips, "All good, so what did you want to ask?"

You take in a breath, "As I was trying to say, the ugly coloured track team is trying to fundraise for new, more attractive coloured uniforms. We're doing a party, but we want a live band. So... We were wondering if your band would be interested in helping us out? Just name a price, and I'll see what I can do."

Newton looks at you for a moment, "First, I want an apology from you for thinking that I was having phone sex."

"I'm so sorry for thinking you were having phone sex."

"And secondly, I would like to take you out on a date."

You frown, "Excuse me?"

"I'm naming a price, and the price for my band is you going on a date with me."

You keep frowning, "What about the rest of your band?"

Now it's Newton's turn to frown, "Yuck, you can't date the whole band that would just-

"No!" You shout again, leaving him silent and wide brown eyed again. "I mean, your band won't be happy with this payment, right? Wouldn't they need some cash or something?"

Newton smiles, "It's okay, I can figure something out. You just worry about what you're going to wear."

"You're kidding."

"Friday at seven? I can pick you up, what's your phone number? You can text me your address."

"Whoa... whoa, slow down won't you? I haven't even decided if I want-

"I'm not taking money; this is the only route you have."

"Fine."

He looks amused, "Fine?"

"Fine!"

You leave him your number and tell him to pick you up at seven thirty instead.

You text Minho the good news, although you leave out the part of the payment. You look in your bedroom mirror, at the girl reflecting back. You chose a simple, black dress with simple shoes and a simple bag because you seriously just want to get this date over with. It's for the good of the team, you keep telling yourself. And it is... He's cute, of course, he's really, really cute, but ever since he ignored you on that one Winter's day... You know he's a player. Or at least a bit snobby.

"Y/N! The door, please!" Your mom shouts from the bottom floor.

You take in another breath, touch up your makeup, and then walk to the front door. You open it and there he is, the guitar playing hipster with his incredibly fashionable coat, those stupid fingerless gloves and the smell of really nice cologne. You want to vomit. "Hey Newton."

He looks at you with a slight frown, his eyebrows knitted together, "You look really nice but please don't call me Newton ever again. Newt is fine."

"What, like the lizard?"

He glares back at you as you both walk down to his car, "Yes, you have something against lizards?"

You laugh at his ridiculousness and he smiles back at you before he opens the car door for you, "Madam."

"Sir." You shake your head and step into his car, sliding the seatbelt on immediately. He starts the car and you're off, racing through town. You start praying that he doesn't crash.

"So, I'm thinking we go eat at this really weird restaurant I found the other night, and then we can take a really long romantic walk on the beach-

"Are you kidding?"

"Or... I can just take you home straight after?"

You sigh, "A walk on the beach is fine... As long as you get me back by eleven."

"Eleven, got it."

You sit down at the reserved table, music you have never heard before playing in the background. Other than smelling a little strange, there's really nothing out of the ordinary in this place. "So... weird restaurant, huh?"

"Wait for it."

After you've ordered both of your meals, music blares out of nowhere and people dressed up as the characters from the Wizard of Oz come dancing out. They sing and dance, even climb up onto the bar with swinging hips and tapping shoes. You stare at this ridiculous sight and can't help but laugh at these poor suckers. Suddenly, the Tin Man comes up beside you, he grabs onto your hand and pulls you up from your seat. There's nothing you can do but follow his lead as he spins you around the restaurant, everyone clapping and singing along too. It's nuts, this place is nuts.

Suddenly he spins you away from him and you fall into Newt's arms who was dancing around with the Scarecrow. You and Newt both dance around the restaurant some more; you can feel your cheeks blushing but Newt doesn't seem to care. The spinning and dancing continues, and it's like everyone else in the restaurant is no longer there. You both laugh at each other, giggling like a bunch of school girls. It's fantastic.