Hey all! Decided it was time to write another fanfiction to The Maze Runner. This is not based off the books/movies; just using the characters. All characters belong to James Dashner.

Ship used -Newtmas.

Thomas brodie-sangster x Dylan O'Brien

WARNING- Strong language (maybe), and triggers may be involved within the story. Read at your own risk.

Enjoy!

Newt sat alone at some party his friend, Alby, dragged him to. He wasn't much for parties anyway but, being left alone while your friend decides that it was in his best interest to go fuck some random girl he had never meet, because she was, ' " Hitting on him." ' felt even worse. As he sat there he looked around the room and saw a bunch of girls and guys pointing over at him discreetly; probably talking to each other about how much of a loner he was and how sad that must be. Newt sighed, leaning back into the couch. He really wanted to go home.

Thomas was hanging out with Minho, his best friend in the entire world. They were drinking together, neither of them knew what it was that they were drinking but it tasted good. Minho was practically wasted within a few hours of being at the party and started making bets with Thomas like he normally does. Minho always tried to win, but Thomas doesn't make it easy. He doesn't like to lose: Especially to Minho.

"You're such a wuss Thomas! You can't even go flirt with a chick." Minho teased him. Thomas rolled his eyes. Yep. Here comes the bet.

"I'm not that bad man. I can flirt with anyone at anytime." Thomas told him. Minho laughed.

"Want to prove that to me, Tommy boy? I bet you can flirt well enough to get a number from the first person that walks into this kitchen."

"And if I do?" Thomas asked; Intrigued by the bet.

"I'll give you one hundred dollars if you win. OH one more thing. If you get this person's number, you have to go on a date with them." Minho told him with a huge grin on his face. Thomas thought about it for a minute. It's not like one date with a random person was going to hurt.

"Deal. I'll remind you of this tomorrow too." Thomas said as he turned to look at the doorway. Minho and him watched the door intensely. Waiting. Watching. Then all of a sudden Newt walks through the door, into the kitchen and gets a waterbottle out of the fridge. Making sure to smell it before he consumed the liquid. There was no way he was drinking alcohol. Thomas looked over at Minho with a pleading just gestured to Newt and thrusted his hips in a grinding motion, pretending to slap someone's ass in the process. Thomas frowned and gave Minho the finger before walking over to the tall blond.

"Hey, you're in my math class right?" Thomas said, startling the poor boy, making him almost drop his drink. In the process he spilled water all down the front of his shirt. 'Wonderful' Newt thought to himself. Newt looked over at the dark haired boy; the boy smiled at him, flashing his white teeth.

"Yeah. I am. You are?"

"Names, Thomas. You can call me, Tommy." He said winking at him. Newt looked confused at him but shrugged it off. "What's your name, beautiful?" Thomas asked.

"Uhh, my name is Newt…" Newt told him, giving him a strange look.

"What a nice name. Can I call you, Newtie?" Thomas asked, winking at him once again.

"No you can not." Newt told him. Thomas frowned. This wasn't going to be easy.

"Listen, Newt. Can...umm. Can I get your phone number?" Thomas asked. Newt gave him an even stranger look.

"Okay, I know this is a party and crazy things can happen. But if you think i'm going to put that nasty thing you call a dick into my mouth for your own self pleasure, you're the one that's bloody crazy. So if that's what you are here for, i'd appreciate it if you'd go away and leave me alone." Newt bluntly told him. Thomas just stared at him with wide eyes. He didn't expect him to say anything like that.

"No, it's not like that! Honestly. I umm….I just want to get to know seem like a nice guy and I think you're kind of cute." Thomas said to him. Half of it was a lie though. He just wanted to win the bet. But in order to do that, lies would have to be told. Newt just looked at him and sighed.

"Sorry.. I thought you would have been one of those guys who would want to fuck anything that moves. I didn't meant to, uh, freak on you." Newt told him, looking apologetic.

"No worries. So..how about it?"

"I, honestly, had no idea you liked guys. That's what i think about it." Newt said, grinning at him.

"I'm not hearing a no." Thomas grinned back at him. Newt laughed at this.

"You're also not hearing a yes." He told him.

"Come on, blondie. Give a guy a break. It's just a number, not like i'm asking you to marry me." Thomas told him. Newt looked at him. He never had this happen before. At school he isn't exactly what you'd call,'Hot' or 'cool'. Technically he is a loser that gets hardly any friendly attention. He normally gets his ass kicked daily.

"I….I..um.S-sure." Newt said, stuttering over his words. He was Nervous. What if this was a prank? He would not be able to handle it, if it was. He would crawl up into a ball and die. But sometimes, life throws surprises at you, so it can be worth the risk to take a chance. Newt took out his phone and told Thomas his number and Thomas typed it into his own phone.

"Thanks, Beautiful. Umm...I'll call you tomorrow, okay?" Thomas told him with a warm smile on his face. Newt looked down at his water bottle and nodded. He couldn't make eye contact with him now, he was so nervous! Thomas walked back to Minho and showed him the number.

"In your face. I win." Thomas said in a victorious voice. Minho groaned.

"Dang. OH! You still have the date though. If he doesn't go out with you, you only get half of that one hundred." Minho informed him. Thomas sighed and nodded.

"Fine. How long do i have to get a date out of him?" Thomas asked.

"One week." Minho replied. Thomas nodded.

It was the next day and Newt was in his bedroom, lying on his bed reading a book when his phone buzzed. Telling him he has gotten a text. He picked his phone up off the bedside table and looked. It was from Thomas.

Thomas- Newtie! It's me, beautiful. Remember, Tall, handsome Tommy? How you doing today and what are you doing? ;) -

Newt smiled at his phone when he read the text from Thomas. He was as giddy as a young girl in love and he hardly knew the guy.

Newt- Don't call me, Newtie. I remember you. I'm fine as well. Currently reading a book. How about you?-

Thomas- I'm great! I was wondering if maybe you wanted to…. I don't know…. Hang out?-

Newt- like a date?-

Thomas- If you'd like to, that would be amazing! :D-

Newt stared at his phone. He didn't know what to say. He went to his contacts and pressed Alby's number and put the phone to his ear. It rang three to four times before Alby's voice was heard.

"Newt?" Alby asked.

"Alby! I need your help…"

"What with?"

"I, uhhh, was asked out. What do i do?"

"WAIT!? You were asked out? By who and when!?" Alby screamed into the phone.

"Surprised much?" Newt said frowning into the phone.

"Sorry man, it's just. This is so new to me. Did you say yes?"

"I got asked out just now after giving this guy my number last night at the party. And I haven't said anything yet." Newt explained to him.

"Awwe Newt. You're finally going to get back on the horse. Say yes. It might lead to something more. Just be careful and think things through before you do anything. No rushing into bed either." Alby told him. Newt rolled his eyes on the other side of the line and laughed.

"I learned my lesson last time. Remember? I can't handle going through that again. It almost killed me last time." Newt said. Laughter fading as he spoke. The atmosphere became rather tense with that one sentence.

"I know buddy. I promise i won't let anything bad happen to you again. I know last time i was almost too late, but i won't let it ever happen again. Just, give it a try. You might find happiness, which is something you need." Alby told him, consoling him over the phone.

"Thanks, Alby…"

"Go get yourself a man." Alby said, hanging up to the phone, ending the call. Newt went back to the conversation he was having with Thomas and smiled at the screen again.

Newt- Sure, thomas. Name the place and time.-

Thomas- Tonight at the bowling alley. 7o'clock. ;)-

Newt-See you then.-

Thomas- Can't wait. 3-

Thomas finished walking to Minho's once his and Newt's little texting conversation ended, knocking on the door. Minho opened it and shut it again once he saw Thomas.

"Minho! Open the door. I have proof that i can get anyone i want at anytime! You also owe me one hundred dollars!" Thomas shouted at him through the door. Minho Opened it up again and laughed at him. "I'd like to see this proof."

Thomas then handed Minho his phone as he walked into his house taking a seat on the couch. Minho read the conversation and saw the proof right before his very eyes.

"Oh my goodness. That guy said yes?! You know you'll be going on a date with the school's biggest reject right? Man, you must really want that hundred dollars." Minho commented. Thomas nodded.

"I know i will be. It's not like i have to talk to him again after this anyway." Thomas said, leaning back, looking at the television. "Let's play a video game before i have to go meet up with him." Hours had gone by and Newt had finally finished getting ready. He hasn't been on a date in a long time since his ex boyfriend, so he was trying on different clothes suited for bowling. Yep, it was clear that the boy was nervous. Newt walked down stairs after deciding on a plain gray sweater with a blue dress collar and a pair of dark blue jeans. His mother walked past him as he was tying his shoes and smiled at him.

"My, my. Where are we going all dressed up?" She asked, smirking at him. Newt looked up at her and blushed slightly in embarrassment.

"I...umm, i'm going on a date." He admitted. The colour drained from her face once he had told her.

" be careful. We do not need a repeat of what happened two years ago. Need I remind you?" She said, worry and anger both in her tone.

"I'll be okay...I promise. I got to go now, i don't want to be late." Newt told her with a smile on his face. "I'll be back in a few hours." was the last thing he said before he was gone and on his way to the bowling alley.