The first week Thomas was in the Glade he was alone. Except maybe Chuck, although Thomas never really asked for his company, he always seemed to turn up. But now he was a Runner. He had more friends than he thought he would have. And the girl? Well he felt a connection with her but it wasn't a romantic type of connection. He did feel romantically connected to someone else though… Blonde hair, brown eyes, handsome fac-.. Wait! What? no. No matter the circumstances he can't let himself believe he feels for one of his good friends in a romantic way. No way Thomas... shake that idea right out of your head.

Thomas was sitting, staring at the fire. Everything seemed so quiet, apart from the distant sounds of Grievers in the Maze. But they were safe. They were in the Glade. They were safe. He had to keep reminding himself. He made himself believe it. He then started thinking about… well… Alright fine. About Newt. His hair and how perfect it is. His eyes, they're beautifully brown and have a golden type colour when the sun shines on them. He walks with a bit of a limp but it's cute. Thomas made a mental note to ask him what happened. He kept staring at the fire. His emotions for Newt spreading like wildfire inside him. Then he was broken out of his trance-like state when someone sat beside him.

"Liken' it here Tommy?" Asked a voice, so very familiar.

"It's…. Not exactly welcoming… But being here a while made me get used to it. I'm finding it hard but… Yeah I am starting to like it here." Thomas looked to his left and smiled at the beautiful blonde boy beside him.

Newt laughed. "I'm sure. It was hard for me too when I first got here. Mind you I didn't have all the bloody Gladers around to help me like you do. It was just me and Alby back then." He went from looking at Thomas to staring at the fire

However, Thomas couldn't keep his eyes off the beautiful boy. "It must have been confusing..." He said, although it came out as more of a whisper.

Newt nodded slowly. "Didn't take long for us to get a schedule going, though. Once we found out we were getting someone new every month we started working and making this place a home." He said, and then turned to face Thomas with a smile. "C'mon. I wanna show you something." He said suddenly.

Thomas nodded and stood up, blushing slightly when his hand touched Newts. But Newt wasn't looking so it couldn't have been noticeable to him.

They headed to the forest, where Thomas usually sleeps. "What are we doing here?" He asked.

Newt looked back at him with a slight smirk but kept walking in silence. "See these?" He said, they were the tombs Thomas noticed upon his first time out here.

So he nodded. "Yeah?" He looked down at them.

"These are the Gladers whom have died here." He said, his voice suddenly hallow.

Thomas reached out and patted him back. "I'm sure they meant a great deal to you. I'm sorry." He said. He felt a surge of electricity go through his body as he touched Newt. He let his hand linger a bit on him before letting it fall to his side.

They walked for a bit until they got to where Thomas usually sleeps, then they sat and stared at each other a while before one of them said anything

"You know… No Newbie has ever become a Runner in their first week here. You're incredible." Newt said, smiling.

Thomas was tired of talking about the Glade and the Gladers and him being a runner. He wanted to talk about Newt… But he smiled. "I know I am." He teased. "Thank you though." He smiled.

Newt nodded and stared at the ground as he pulled at the grass.

Thomas looked at him. "I wanted to ask you." He paused. "What happened to you? Why do you have a limp?" He asked, staring at Newt.

He chuckled a bit. "I was a runner before. I can't really do that anymore, though." He shrugged. Thomas got the sense Newt didn't wanna talk about it. So he just reached out to him and took his smaller hand in his.

Neither of them knows how it happened but soon their fingers were interlaced and they were much closer to one another than before.

Newt pulled away suddenly and got up. Leaving Thomas embarrassed, disappointed and a bit hurt. "Sorry Tommy. I have to get back to the homestead, I'll see you tomorrow." And he walked off, without any further explanation.

Thomas let out a long sigh and laid on him 'bed' thing he made. "Newt…" he whispered the name, a smile growing on his lips and, unexpectedly, something growing in his pants. He rolled over and tried to stop thinking about Newt but everything he thought came back to Newts beautiful features and he couldn't keep the smile off or keep the buldge down as he fell asleep.