The Maze Runner Imagines

The Date//Newt//Part 2

You walk into the school's gymnasium, people are hanging up streamers and stars; every cute decoration they could find. You spot Minho stressing about everywhere with the food and the drinks, and which tables they should be on and where in the gym they should stand. It's kind of chaotic, but you're sure that tonight will be great. 

"Y/N! Finally!" Minho races up to you, "The band? Are they coming? Please don't tell me they backed out or-

"It's fine! Minho, it's all okay. They're going to be here any minute now to rehearse." But suddenly a ping! goes off in your pocket. You look at Minho nervously and then slide the phone out to reveal a message from Newt. All it says is, "S.O.S." You smile at Minho and then turn around and walk off in the opposite direction, and dial Newt.

After two rings he picks up, his voice distressed and almost whiny, "Y/N!"

"Newt? What's wrong?"

He sighs into the phone, "I am having a crisis!"

Your eyes widen, "What kind of crisis? Is the band okay? Are you okay? Minho is so going to kill me if you can't make it tonight!"

"I have no idea what to wear!"

If you were on the show The Office, you would look over into the camera right now; drenched in sarcasm. "Are you serious?"

"You have to help me! Do I wear my black ripped jeans or my blue ones?"

You hate yourself for complying to this guy's needs, "Black." You hear a slight shuffle, a sound like Newt is jumping up and down, and then complete silence for only two seconds.

"Oh." He laughs, "Black is good."

"See you in ten?" I ask, still trying to recover from my almost panic attack.

"Yep!"

They were at their fifth song, at the end of this one they can take a quick break. You scan the room, a massive crowd at their feet; jumping, screaming, swaying. More people scatter the room with food and drinks, either chatting or just eating. But everyone seems to be satisfied or hyped for tonight which exactly the results you wanted.

The song ends, and people walk off to refill themselves with food and drinks while the band grab a few snacks themselves. You walk over to the snack bar before anyone else and grab yourself a drink, you turn around and immediately see Newt; he smiles at you and pays for his food. You both walk off together and when you turn to stand in the band corner you immediately feel the heated stares from everyone else. Jealous fan girls are not to be messed with, there are some real crazies out there...

You wipe your face with your sleeve as you feel your cheeks blushing, "Great," you mumble to yourself.

Newt notices your slight discomfort, he glances at the crowd and then back to you, analysing his next move. You can tell he's slightly pissed off from being stared at, and you feel the same but mainly embarrassed and unworthy because of all the dirty looks going your way.

A smirk spreads over his lips as he looks back at you, he reaches out for your arm and pulls it away from your face and then he leans down to you, kissing you sweetly on the lips. You pull away immediately, your cheeks even redder than before. Fear overcomes your mind so you push your way out through the exit and keep walking through the school until you can no longer feel the heat in your skin.

Not long after you sit down on cold, smooth concrete, someone sits down beside you. "You didn't have to run off like that."

Anger immediately takes over, "Why? Did I ruin your little show?"

"Show?" Newt stands up, "I was just kissing you!"

You stand up too, "Yeah, while everyone who adores you is watching! That kiss wasn't for me; it was for them."

"They were staring at you like you had some kind of contagious disease, I just wanted to give them something to really look at!" He comes closer to you, his voice lowering into a gentler tone. "Besides, I don't like it when people who are supposed to support me and my band start attacking people close to me."

"It... it didn't make it any better..."

"Well now they can stop assuming and gossiping because they know you're my girlfriend now."

Your eyebrows crease in confusion, as does your lips, "Who said anything about me being your girlfriend?"

Newt looks at you for a moment, like he's trying to remember something or understand a math problem. Then his brown eyes widen in shock, "Shit." He slaps his forehead with his palm, and stares at you from underneath his hand, "I was going to ask you if you wanted to... I mean, I know we haven't gone out more than once but that night on the beach-

You smile, "You really want me to be your girlfriend?"

His hand lowers from his face, and he pulls you into an embrace, "I really do, Sneeze Girl."

You frown, "Well, fine. I will. Except you can never call me that again."

His hand finds its way underneath your chin, he tips it up slightly as his other hand cups the side of your face, "Sure, whatever you want." He kisses you softly, your eyes flutter closed. He smiles against your lips, and then says ever so quietly, "Sneeze Girl."

You instantly push away from him, a teasing smile on your face, "Way to ruin the moment."

He quickly wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you back in, "I still have another minute left before I gotta go back on stage. I promise I won't ruin the moment this time."

You roll your eyes playfully, "Oh alright."

You both stand in the cold, hugging the warmth into each other. Trying to get this shank to play for your fundraiser was the best decision you ever made.