Imagine dedicated to stiles_stilinski-24
(a:n hey guys, 'stiles' is a girl's name from this imagine. be aware guys xoxo)
I frowned about what Minho just said.
"Don't ever date one of the guys here, it's a command, Stiles."
Thank you Minho, thank you.
I almost want to cup my ears with my hands. Seriously, I know Minho was like a big brother for me, he's my Keeper because I am a Runner and he cares for me deeply, and he protects me from any Gladers who harms me, but in every second in every day, he just keeps on reminding me not to date just one shucking Glader.
It's making me nuts.
I look over to Newt, who's mouth was slightly open (and I don't know why). When he looked at my direction, his eyes met mine and he immediately smiled.
I smiled too. Newt was so cute.
Is Newt and the word 'Cute' suppose to rhyme?
"And I REALLY. REALLY. MEAN. IT."
My eyes turned to Minho, who is blankly staring at me, actually, glaring at me.
His eyes went to Newt, whom I just smiled a few seconds ago, then back to me.
"And one of them is Newt."
"I just smiled at him! God, Minho. You're not the only person here. . ."
He rolled his eyes. "Whatever you say, shuckface."
"Don't call me that."
He stand up, getting his plate and went to return it to Frypan. When he's done, he signalled me to follow him outside when I'm done eating so that we can go to the Maze.
And when I saw his figure went outside and completely out of sight, I stand up also and went beside Newt.
"Hello there, handsome." I greeted, still slightly not used of our call sign. He suggested it a few weeks ago, he said it's like a password for the both of us when we want to talk with each other.
I agreed, who wouldn't? Besides, he's really handsome. I actually liked him a lot.
And he has no choice not to like me back. I mean, I'm practically the only living girl here in the Glade. He should like me back.
I'm kidding.
His lips curved into an angelic, pure smile as he greeted me back, "Hello there, sweetheart."
My heart melted.
I sat next to him as he stared at me. "Minho's glaring at me like he wants to chop me with Winston's butcher knife. Should I be worried?"
I let out a deep sigh as I scoop my soup. "Well, he's a little overprotective, in a brother kind of way, not romantically."
He smiled. I don't really know what's up with the smile. "Sounds fun."
"And no, you shouldn't be worried. But if you see him having Winston or Frypan's knives, I would have to ask you to run and hide, because that is not actually a Minho kind of thing, you know, unless he wants to murder someone."
Newt chuckled, it was the most beautiful sound to hear this morning. I felt butterflies in my stomach. "Yeah, don't worry. I would be sure to do that."
We ate in silence but not so awkward. I can hear his slow, deep breathings which calm my nerves. Sometimes, I can catch him staring at my hand, which is so so sweet, and then he would smile.
"Are you finished? It's about time I should go to the Maze."
He looked at me for like five seconds, then he sighed as he answered. "Right. Maze." His expression changes from peaceful to bothered.
I wouldn't expect, besides, Newt's the main person from the Council who rejected me as a Runner at first. He said it's for my safety, not to mention I'm just a small, annoying girl. Minho agreed to Newt. And Newt and I went to a small fight after that.
One week prior after my promotion as a Medjack, Newt went to talk to me, saying that I'm promoted as a Runner, but he has his rules that I should obey to.
I'm so happy that day, I almost kissed him. And that day also is the start of our friendship.
He would walk me into the Maze every morning, and then he will wait for me to come back again.
I would like to think that he cares for me like a brother kind of thing, like Minho. But I don't know, the feeling of secure I feel from my 'Brother by force' Minho is different from what I feel from Newt.
It was a feeling that keeps me going, a feeling that makes me feel loved in a different kind of way and a feeling that inspires me everyday.
"Okay, let's get going then."
When we returned our plates to Frypan, he gave me my sandwich for lunch and we've gone outside.
We walked silently, awkwardly. It was an everyday feeling when we are both headed to the front doors of the Maze.
I almost tripped but I immediately composed myself. I arrived at the front doors of the Maze, not being embarrased in front of my crush.
When I'm done with my stretchings, with Newt watching me as he spoke about something about Gally's hair (a:n eyebrows you mean), finally, Minho, Thomas and the other Runners had arrived from wherever they came from.
Thomas smiled a playful smile to the both of us, while Minho glared at us.
Again.
"Same routes, be careful, do not be distracted." Minho reminded.
I raised my eyebrows as an answer, even if Minho didn't see it.
"DO. NOT. BE. DISTRACTED. " Minho repeated, getting louder every word. I looked at him, he was looking at the Runners. Then I looked at Newt, who's brown eyes looking questionably at me.
I shrugged, then stretched my head from right to left.
"The reminder are for you, dear Stiles."
I stopped stretching as Minho said those words. I rolled my eyes as he looked at me.
"Duh."
He gave us another short reminder and as we are ready to go, Newt came to me and he holds my hand.
"Oh my god, hide our hands Newt. Minho will be sure to be throwing us his problems in life again when he sees our hands like these."
"Whatever."
He pressed my hand a little as he said, "Be safe, sweetheart."
"I would sure to do that, handsome."
He smiled. "Can uh, can we eat dinner together when you come back?"
My eyes widen. "Are you sure?"
"Yeah, if you-"
"Let's go, Stiles! Stop that thing, Newtie." Minho interrupted us, causing us to turn our heads to him.
"Just a second!" I answered Minho. Then I turn my eyes to Newt. "Sure, just um, wait for me then."
"I will, sweetheart."
I smiled as Minho shouted again that we should go and that I should leave Newt again.
"I should go then. That big guy there is going to kill me if I make him wait again even for a second."
Newt looked directly at my eyes for a second, like he's going to do something, and for a moment, I thought he will kiss me.
When Minho warned me for the last time, Newt did let go of my hand and sighed.
And I was a little bit disappointed because I did expect him to kiss me.
"I should go then?"
"Yeah, you should."
"Good day, handsome."
"You too, beautiful."
-
Nothing really creepy happened to the Maze this day.
Same old boring route. Same old ivy branches. Same old cracking walls.
And same old feeling. Sadness.
I remembered what Newt said to me this morning, he just told me that I am indeed beautiful.
Well I don't actually know if he meant it. What if it's like another nickname for me again?
Should I take it as a compliment?
Or not?
Does she really think that I'm beautiful?
Right. Of course not.
I ran that day with that thing still in my head. I'm also planning on what to wear on our dinner. Well, I have like three options, which is sad. They don't give dresses here in the Glade.
Very sad thing to know.
I'm also planning on what to say to him. I mean, I know this night would be special. And if he will confess to me that he likes me, then I will know what to answer.
Yeah, I like Newt like hell. He's the boy with the most beautiful and gentle smile I have ever seen.
Thomas is cute. Gally is cool. Minho is also cute but really annoying and freaky but he said to me that he's my brother so I will let him go. Frypan is uh, smart. Winston is creative and the other Gladers are good but. . .
The way Newt makes me feel, it's like, so different. He has his own characteristics that you will definitely love.
He's like a 'Dreamboy' in this world full of shits.
The sad thing is, Newt did mention to me one time that he doesn't believe about love.
He said it's a useless thing.
Yeah, I don't love him, yet.
But feelings do develop, and I believe that my feelings for him are really far from just likeness and adoration.
He's a friend, a good friend, but I can't accept the fact that he's still a friend. I want more.
I came back to the Glade almost late. I stopped in my tracks to catch my breath and the door of the Maze started to close at my back.
I closed my eyes to relax it a bit and when I opened it, I saw Newt standing in front of me.
"What the shuck?" I said, but seriously, I'm really jumping inside.
"Tired?"
I rolled my eyes, "Obviously, handsome."
"I'm getting used being called like that."
"What? It's true."
"You think I'm handsome?"
Duh. Who wouldn't?
"No, you slinthead. Go away. I'm going to go to the Map Room. Gotta meet you at dinner. Wear some nice clothes." I winked, causing him to chuckle.
"Yeah, my girl. See you, Stiles."
I turned my back at him and started to run towards the Map Room. When I got there, I found Minho scribbling on his notes and Thomas with his tensed eyebrows.
When they saw me, Thomas smiled, which earned him a glare from my brother, and after my brother glared at him, he glared at me too.
"You are late." He said in his most serious tone but I still smiled. Sometimes, for you to make Minho stop, you just have to annoy him more.
"Whatever, shank. Being a Runner is a hard job."
"Did you discover something?" He asked, ignoring my comment about our job.
"Ah, none." I said as I opened my notes.
"Really." He said sarcastically. "Great job then."
"Thanks."
Thomas explained to me that he discovered something creepy on Section 7, I listened and analyzed everything he said but I just don't seem to understand.
When he got tired of explaining, he said he will go clean himself for dinner and I was left with Minho again.
As soon as Thomas left the room, Minho immediately questioned, "Are you and Newt a thing?"
My eyebrows met, I was gonna say 'I wish', but instead I answered. "No. Why'd you ask?"
"You are so sweet with each other. I am really threatened."
I nod but I really don't get him. It was a good one minute when I finally decided to ask him the question that I am really dying to ask since he went overprotective to me.
"Minho, why don't you. . .want me with another Glader?"
He continue to write something on his notebook, like he didn't heard me, but then he answered, "I know them all. I know what they are. I know their bad sides."
"Even Newt?"
Finally, he looked at me. He closed his notebook as he sat straight on his chair. "What does that even mean? You like him?"
"No - no! It's just that. . Not because you think they have bad sides does mean that I can't hang out with them, right? You have bad sides too bro, like, you're annoying, a major shuckface, and sometimes you get on people's nerves. But that doesn't mean that I can't be friends with you. That I can't make you as my brother, even not by blood, right?"
Minho stared at me for like five minutes and I'm just like scratching my temples.
"Well, I am your friend and your unofficial brother, you are not involved to me anything romantic. Look, I know that sometimes you feel like I am controlling your life, but I know them more than you did. Let's take Newt for example, since he's the only boy who is so close to you here beside Thomas and me. Newt doesn't believe about love. If you tell him that you love him, you will just be rejected, trust me."
I nod again then smiled the fakest smile I have ever done.
It's true. Newt will just reject me.
"I just want to protect your feelings, Stiles. I believe that's what brothers do?"
"Yeah." I went closer to him and I smirked when I see his concerned face. "Thanks, Minho."
"I just want someone to be my sister. Someone to be taken care of. I wonder if I have a sister out there, waiting for me. Or maybe you are my sister, but I just can't remember since our memories were erased. . . but yeah, since you didn't even disagree about me being you're brother. . . I assumed that I can still take care of you."
I patted his back. "Really, I want you to be my brother too."
He smiled. "Give me a hug, you shuckface."
I chuckled as I hugged him. "Yeah, brother."
When I pulled away, I stand up and told him that I will have dinner with Newt. He nods, which is a surprise so I went outside to clean myself.
When I am ready, I went to Frypan to take my food. I searched for Newt everywhere and I found him on a tree near the Homestead.
He is staring at his feet when I greeted him, "Hello, handsome."
"Stiles, sweetheart. Hello, come." He helped me with my food as I position myself to sit.
When his eyes met mine, I remembered what Minho said and I looked away.
"Something wrong, Stiles?" He asked. I gave him a questioning look like I did not hear what he just asked. But he just answered, "Nevermind."
We ate our food as he started a topic about Gally again. He's really influenced by Chuck. Seriously, he reminded me of the cheeky boy.
Honestly, I am not really listening to what he's saying. I'm focusing on his face. Studying every part of it.
I just realized that he is indeed more handsome than I ever thought. His skin, although dirty, is so soft to touch even when you are just staring at it. His lips' color is pale pink, and as he spoke, I can't help but to think how beautiful it is to kiss.
Newt doesn't believe about love.
I sighed.
"Can you open a topic? I think I'm out of topic." Newt said, disrupting me from my thoughts. "Anything?"
I looked at him as he stare at me, a playful smile on his lips. I expect myself to ask him something funny about Minho, I know he expect it too.
But I don't know, I just can't control my mouth right now.
"Why don't you like the idea of love?"
His smile fades and he looked away. "I don't believe about love. It's a plain, stupid feeling."
I smiled bitterly but I didn't let him see it.
"You, Stiles. Do you believe about it?"
I stare directly to his eyes. His clear brown eyes. "Of course I did."
He raised one of his eyebrows as he asked, "Why?"
"Because I can see it everywhere?"
"Oh, really?" He asked, smirk on his pale pink lips. "Care to give me an example of that 'love' you see everywhere?"
I looked away and when I did, I saw Alby. On his back is Thomas and Chuck. And Gally, with his Builders, were talking at something.
"Like Alby, he cares about everyone in the Glade. He wakes up everyday, trying to find a way to make the people around him keep going, and I think he's doing that because he loves everyone. We are his family. Thomas? He never lose hope. He never doubt that somewhere, outside this peaceful place we live, there is really a place where we can call it home. So he doesn't give up, he does all of this for his friends, for us. He loves us, and we know that. See how he treat Chuck like a brother? That's what I call love. Gally, on the other side, although we know he is so stupid sometimes. . I know he loves his work and all of his fellow Builders. Minho loves his work too. And he loves me. . . as his younger sister, although not by blood."
I stopped but then continued again as my eyes went back to Newt. "See how love works, Newt? Can you see how I define love? Love is when you care deeply on all of the people you see everyday. It keeps you on moving. It makes you feel stronger. It makes you smile even if you think that there is no hope. Love is when you. . . when you are happy, even the slightest glimpse of that person. . . you just can't describe the feeling."
This is what I feel when I'm with you.
He nods. Like he's not even interested on what I've just said.
"Great. That's just great." He smiled, but I thought some sadness flashes on his brown eyes. "Well, I really think it does not exist in this world. Sorry."
"You just need to open your eyes, Newt."
"My eyes are always open, I've done searching love everywhere but I can't seem to understand the true meaning of it. I cared about everyone, but that doesn't mean it's love."
Newt cares about me, but that doesn't mean it's love.
"What do you feel when you are with me, Newt?" I suddenly asked out of nowhere. Newt looked at me for a second, his eyes full of surprise. He was taken aback by my question. Me too, but I don't seem to care.
"I- uh. . I don't know. . . like you are my friend. I'm comfortable with you. I can share everything to you. You are a great friend, you. . . make me happy and such. But I don't think it's love. . ."
I felt cold at his reply. He thought for a second that what he just said is really wrong and he was about to open his mouth when I interrupted him.
"Yeah. You're my greatest friend too."
I sighed. Newt can't love me. . . back.
"Are you finished eating? I think I'm gonna go talk to Thomas about something." I fixed myself up, getting my plate with food still on it.
I lied about me going to talk to Thomas. I just don't want the atmosphere out here, I feel so cold and numb.
Like Newt's heart to me.
"Yeah, I'm finished but you're not. C'mon, just sit for a while and finish your food. I will wait. And while I'm waiting, I will just have to tell you yet another story again."
I refused. "No, I, I'm full."
Newt nods and he stand up too, getting his plate. When he fixed himself up and ready to go, he turned his attention to me, "We are okay Stiles, right?"
I am almost abashed by what Newt just said. And eventhough my lips were trembling, I still managed to smile back at him.
"Of course, Newt. We are okay."
He half smiled, "I'm sorry about what I said. It's not suppose to get out of my mouth, right?"
I let out a bitter chuckle. "It's okay. It's . . . nothing."
He held my hand then walked away.
I am left with a broken heart.
-
Next morning, Alby went with us to the Maze.
Minho said it is important to let him go with Thomas so that he would know what is happening on Section 7.
That morning also, Newt did not come to say good luck to me, which then added another salt in my deep wounds.
I ran that day distracted. Minho tried to talk to me but I refused to.
When I got back to the Glade, 30 minutes before the doors of the Maze closes, everyone's missing. The Glade is a complete silent place.
I went to the Map Room to write all of my observations but I also didn't see Thomas and Minho there.
When I finished all of my notes, I went outside only to see Chuck going to Frypan's kitchen.
"Hello, Chuck." I greeted the cheeky boy.
"Hello, Stiiiiiiiiles." he replied with a funny tone. "How 'ya doin'?"
"Fine." I replied. "Um, I just observed that everyone's like missing when I arrived from the Maze, what's the news?"
Chuck's expression went from a happy one to a sad one.
"What's up?" I asked, worried. I was really thinking about Newt. What could have happened?
"Alby got stung."
I sighed in relief when I heard that it's not Newt. But still worried about Alby. I immediately said my goodbye to Chuck then went to the Homestead to find Alby.
When I arrived there. I saw Minho, Thomas, Jeff and Newt standing in front of the 'almost' dead Alby. He was throwing his body everywhere, trying to get out of his bonds. He's got bloodshot eyes and black blood running from his veins which really scares me.
I immediately went beside Minho.
"Is he okay?" I whispered.
"No, not at all." Minho replied, disappointment and fear evident on his voice.
When I looked over to Newt, he was looking at Alby. I know how he feels, Alby is his first friend and best friend. I thought he was going to cry at any second so I went to his side to hold his hand.
He smiled a bit when I held his hand, but then turned his attention again to Alby.
It goes this way everyday. When I arrived from the Maze, I would go to the Map Room, then visit Alby, then comfort Minho and Newt, especially Thomas because he blames himself.
It was this one morning when everything turned completely worse.
Alby got out of his bonds and went running around the Glade 'till he decided to go to the Maze.
That got everyone worried so Minho decided to make others volunteer themselves to become a Runner even just for this day. He said that we should go and find Alby into the Maze.
And it will be easy if there are many of us to find him.
So he grouped us in pairs: One Runner and one Glader so that it's fair enough.
When it's my turn to get my partner, before Minho did say who it was, he softly slapped my cheeks. "Hey, I hate to say this but you are going to pair up with Newt."
Both of us looked at Newt who is also looking at us. Minho bring back his eyes to me. "Be careful out there, Stiles. I mean it. I don't want another close friend of mine to get hurt. Especially, you are my so-called sister."
He signalled Newt to come over, which makes my heart skip a beat. "You take care of him, Newt." Minho warningly said.
"More like, I should take care of him." I said.
Both Minho and Newt turned to look at me but only Minho glared.
Minho walked back to the center to gather everyone. Newt silently came to my side, his slow breathings distracting me.
"Be careful out there. You don't know how dangerous the Maze is. Runners, I trust you to take care of your partners. . . "
I looked at Newt, who also looked at me. I turned away.
". . .remember that our main objective here is to only find Alby and bring him back."
Everyone nods, including Newt. I stayed still.
"Do not be distracted." Minho looked at me for a second. "Let's go!"
Everyone ran towards the Maze and I grabbed Newt's hand to pull him. I am really electrified by the touching of our hands and I almost pulled away but then I stopped myself.
I don't want to do this again to myself.
When there were only the two of us, I decided to break the silence.
"You still okay?" I asked him, looking at his limping foot.
"Of course I am, let's get going." He ran again like he's so used to. Of course he's a Runner before like duh.
He's even leading me to somewhere, but of course I'm still in focus on where he is going, I could not risk losing him.
It was when we finally reach a dead end when he furiously shouts.
"This is my fault!"
He furiously cupped his face with his hand as he leaned against the wall.
I immediately ran to his side, trying to hold his hand but he doesn't want me to.
"This is so my fault! It was my idea! It was my shucking idea to let him go here! I should be the one that got stung! I should be the one!"
I shush him as he angrily throw his hands around his head, desperately making harm of himself.
I hate this side of him.
When I really can't stop him, I just decided to hug him so tight.
He stopped moving when I wrapped my arms around him. Somehow, his slow breathings came back again.
I closed my eyes as I feel his heartbeat inside.
"Just stop, please."
For like one minute, we just stand there, me hugging him.
I wish that everytime, it will be like this. No more problems, no more hates.
That somehow, he can feel that 'love' I was talking about.
Newt hugged me back, and he placed his head on my shoulder.
I just rubbed his back, hopefully removing all of his anger and frustrations.
"It's all my fault, isn't it?"
"No, no. Of course not. No, Newt. Please, stop it."
He pulled away and he comb his hair with his dirty hands. "I'm such a bad friend. A bad leader. I hate this feeling. I just don't want this to happen to Alby. This is all my fault. I'm a useless person. I should just die-"
"No." I resisted myself to curse about what he just said. "Are you listening to what you are saying, Newt? It's not your fault. Alby got stung and he went missing, it's true. But it's not you're shucking fault."
"I hate my life."
"Why do you have to hate your life? You have so much more in your life for you to keep on moving." I snapped.
"Like what? Huh? If Alby's gone, I should better be gone too. So what? Why should I keep moving, Stiles? Tell me. Why." His voice is full of bitterness. He is really hurt.
I have to say it.
Eventhough it will hurt me. At least he did know.
"Because I love you, that's why."
He looked at me straight in the eye, mouth wide open. He suddenly let go of that wooden stick that he's holding.
He was surprised. And he's out of words.
"I'm sorry. I know you don't believe about love. But please, even if you don't love me back, just let me love you. Or just let this sink to your head for you to still have a reason to live. That someone loves you and badly wants you to be happy."
He shakes his head, and I know I am rejected.
"Shit." He scratched the back of his neck. "Shit. Shit. Shit."
He let out a deep heavy sigh, avoiding eye contact with me.
I also turned my back. I couldn't let myself see that expression on his face.
"Why do you. . . love me?" He asked all of a sudden, I turned to face him again while he's looking at the ground.
I cleared my throath. "Do I have to explain? I love you, Newt. Whatever it is that makes me feel happy and contented is when I'm with you. When you are beside me. I love you and there is nothing I can do with that."
He just stayed silent. I waited for his response but his silence is too long so I just decided to turned my back again and started walking.
When I did like six steps away, I looked at the sky and I saw it was dark.
It's going to rain.
"We should go back, Newt." I looked at him. "It's going to rain."
When I met his eyes again for the hundredth time, I felt confused. Not because I don't understand why he can't love me back, but because, I think something's up with him.
"Stiles, is it love. . . when you feel peace when you're around someone?" Newt asked.
I raised my eyebrows. "What are you-"
"Is it love when. . . when you held someone's hand and then you feel like you're problems fade away and you just want to be with that person?"
I feel like some hope came into my heart again but I ignored it.
I'm not doing this again.
"And, is it love. . .when you see that person, and you get this feeling of acceptance and understanding. And you just want escape this world and just wish that maybe, there is a better world out there where you could do what you want or go where you want with that special person?"
I take two step closer to Newt. "Why are you asking this?"
He take three steps closer. "Because I feel all of these when I'm with you, Stiles." He let out a sigh. "Is it love?"
I did not respond. He couldn't be.
Yes, he couldn't be.
"Do I love you?" He asked me again.
I don't know what happened but I suddenly walked away.
"Let's go, Newt." I said as I walk faster than ever.
I know he did follow me, but my body decided that I should keep on moving.
I don't want to expect again.
"Stiles." Newt pulled my left arm to face him. "Why aren't you answering me?"
"Because I don't want to expect, Newt. Minho is right, you don't believe about love. You don't believe it exist. That it's just a plain, stupid feeling."
"Doesn't mean that I don't believe about it does mean that I'm not capable of loving you."
My eyes widen about what he just said. Newt stared at me directly into the eyes, like he's trying to make me understand something.
The butterflies in my stomach started flying again. And all of a sudden, I felt the sudden urge to smile.
But I resisted.
"Maybe you just felt pity towards me, Newt. Maybe, because I am your friend and you don't want to hurt me, so you decided to go and tell me that you're inlove with me too so it won't ruin our friendship." I stopped myself from cracking. "Maybe, it's just false love."
He does not respond. He's just there, standing and staring. I love the feeling he gives me while he stared at me like that.
I turned my back but I was purely shocked when he pulled my arm again not just to face him but to put his lips on mine.
I immediately fell into his kiss like a girl with a fever. He simply touched my cheeks with his right hand and I felt like I was about to blow up.
I could not understand why I responded immediately. I had never felt so sickened in all my life. I was sickened by him.
I don't even know why are we doing this. We are in a task to find Alby.
We should be worrying about Alby, but I don't know, everything in this world just fades away when he kissed me.
He pulled away, but still touching my cheek. "Is that false love?"
My heartbeat suddenly went fast. "You really love me?"
"I was thinking about what you said that night when we had our dinner. I didn't show that I was really affected by what you just said that night. All of the things you told me about love, it's what I usually felt when I'm with you. I think it through, maybe it's just. . .you are my friend, and I have a responsibility to take care of you. But whenever I see you, Stiles, from that first day I saw you from the Box, it was like I'm being anointed with the sweetest and the most precious blessing ever. . . and I can't let go of you.
I'm just afraid that whatever it is that I'm feeling towards you will be wasted if you don't love me back. You know I'm used of being rejected and denied from this world from the moment I was born, but I know that I will be in so much pain if you told me that you can't love me the way that I love you. It's not false love, Stiles. Maybe I was even the first one to love you, but I'm just too afraid to lose our friendship."
Astonishment filled me, I don't know how to answer. I was not suppose to do this, but yeah, I kissed him too. I am the one who kissed him right now. He did not resist, he pulled me even closer.
"I love you, Newt, okay? Keep that in mind and don't invite harm upon yourself."
"I know, I'm sorry, Stiles. I love you." He hugged me.
"We should go back then?" I asked, a smile escaping on my lips.
Newt scratched his back, slightly awkward about what we've just done. "Yeah, let's go back."
I nod and he gets my hand. "And Stiles?"
I looked at him and he gave me a chaste kiss before running.
"Don't let go of me, I love you."
-
When we arrived at the Glade, Minho immediately came to us.
Both me and Newt disconnected our hands and luckily, Minho doesn't see our intertwined hands.
Newt and I looked at each other awkwardly then we both smiled.
"Where the hell have you been, the both of you?" Minho asked, slightly annoyed, as he eyed me and Newt.
"Just got lost a bit, but we both managed to get back to our route." I answered coolly, making Minho believe from my lies.
"Lost?" He questioned. "Why would you be lost?"
Newt answered. "Just forget about it Minho, atleast we're both back safe."
"Yep. I second the motion." I said as I do a thumbs up. Newt winked at me, which causes me to blush a bit.
Minho looked at us suspiciously, "Better not lie." He said. "By the way, Alby's back, and he's now in good condition. He's sleeping, now c'mon Newt and follow me, I think you need to see him."
Newt sighed in relief as he smiled, "Thank you." He said to Minho.
Minho then looked at me, "As for you, young lady. Go clean yourself. I'll meet you on the Map Room after you finished cleaning your dirty little self, we'll be having some discussion about the change of routes."
I nodded and I walked away with Newt's wink still on my mind.
When I finished cleaning meself, I went to the Map Room and listen to the plans Minho got for us.
It was a good one hour when he finished talking and when I did say goodbye to get my dinner. I am planning to have dinner again with Newt, you know, have some pep talk and such.
My heart suddenly felt soft at the thought.
It was when I was walking alone in the Deadheads when someone grabbed my arm and pushed me against a tree.
I am almost about to scream when that person kissed me and no one has ever kissed me like this before besides Newt.
He pulled away, smiling, "Hello, sweetheart."
I miss the 'sweetheart' part.
"Hello, handsome." I replied. "What are you doing? I could have punched you in the face, you slinthead. You could at least say 'hi' before you did that."
Newt let out a chuckle that made me smirk. "Well, I just want to see that girl with the most beautiful smile I have ever seen and the girl that finds the best way to understand the incomprihensible me."
I smirked. "And why did you kiss me back if you did not know that it's me who is kissing you?" Newt asked.
"Well, because your lips is the most luscious lips I have ever tasted, not that I kissed anyone before, maybe, but I can't remember. And besides, when I did touch your arm, I know that you're that man who caught my heart."
"And you are the one who captivated my soul, Stiles."
He kissed me again, and not that I hate it, but he just always kiss me without my permission. But yeah, I love it. I know he knows his limits and I know he respects me so we don't have any problem.
"What the hell?"
Newt and I both pulled away from each other when we heard Minho angrily yells.
"Minho, I-"
"I knew it! I knew it! I shouldn't have let you both be partners! Newt, why did you- man, you will just hurt Stiles, what are you doing?" He fumes.
Newt smiled softly when I turned to look at him.
"I love Stiles, Minho. That's true. I know that you know that I am incapable of loving 'cause I don't believe from such thing. But man, look at what Stiles have done to me. I love her Minho. . . I love Stiles."
Minho's eyes went directly to me. "What is this, Stiles?"
"Minho, please understand me. Us. Please."
He eyes both Newt and I carefully and fists his hands.
"Do you love him, Stiles?" Minho ask me.
"Of course I do. I love him, Minho. I love Newt."
Minho points his index finger directly to Newt which causes me to laugh (but then I stopped because Minho glared at me) and Newt to chuckle a bit.
"Anything funny, Newtie?" He asked Newt, and I don't know what to do, whether to laugh or to be serious.
"Nothing, man, nothing."
"I swear Newt, if I see Stiles crying because of you, I get the honor of murdering you."
"You can't do that Minho, you can't be that cruel enough."
"Shut up, Stiles!" He yells.
Minho continues, "And I don't want to see you two kissing again! That sort of disgusting!" He seems to be directing his rules to Newt.
"Minho, it's normal because people who love each other did kiss sometimes."
Minho huffs then looked at me. "What did I tell you?"
"To shut up?"
"Good, now shut up."
Newt and I both smirked.
"If there are any babies, I insist to be the uncle."
"What the hell, Minho?" I yelled as I blushed, fully embarassed about what he just said.
Newt laughed but then Minho interrupted him again. "Rules are rules, Newt."
"Okay. Noted." Newt replied.
"Kidding aside, I mean it. Newt, you take care of this little dumb shank or else, I'm gonna punch you in the face." he looked at me. "And I'm serious about that!"
I raised both of my hands. "Okay, okay. Chill, Minho. We understand."
"You both destroyed my night. I gotta go."
Minho turned his back then started to walk heavily.
Newt turned to look at me, which I did too.
"I thought he's going to kill me." Newt said, sighing.
"Us, you mean."
"Well, he's you're brother, Stiles. He can't really kill you."
"Yeah."
Newt smiled. I smiled. And we both know what to do.
Newt sunked me into another deep kiss that didn't last long because we heard Minho yelling again from whoever knows where.
"I said no kissing, guys!"
"Whatever, Minho!" Newt yelled back.
"I love you, Stiles."
And then he pulled me again for a kiss.
Ours was a relationship of pure love and friendship.
The kind of thing that I will remember for the rest of our lives.
*
This is for you, Stiles. (sorry it has so many grammatical errors)
I really love this name y'know. Because it's Stiles Stilinski, and he's my bae from Teen Wolf. And I like him with Lydia and he's Dylan O'Brien in real life so im dead.
Some of the parts of this imagine (like that part when alby got stung and both him and minho are not trapped in the maze and that part where alby gone completely mad and he went to the maze and they all went to find him in pairs) were like revised, actually, completely changed by me. I have to do it for the sake of this imagine. Hopeee u understand gladers.
By the way, have you guys seen this one?
im so deaddddddddddd bcos of thomas sangster im soooooo deadddd
Have a great and hopeful day everyone. Loveyou!
-soph .ps