The blonde was a meticulous liar, and his parents knew him for who he was not. He showed his truth to his friends, and he came to life within a moment. His parents had told him of seven sins he may never commit. Five of which he had long since crossed off the list. Two that were still untouched and remained. They stayed that way, but then along came Thomas.
And as soon as Thomas came into the picture, everything crumbled down and his parents knew him as a not so perfect son, but a perfect partner in crime for a supposed murderer that he also happened to be ever so slowly, falling insanely in love with.
This story is fiction made up by me, any resemblance to real life events are unintentional. Newt, Thomas, Minho, Gally, and Teresa are not my own characters. They belong to James Dashner. Neither is Stiles Stilinski and Lydia Martin, who belong to Jeff Davis. I also don’t own Dylan O’Brien, who is also present in this story.