Hi everyone!
So, I'm in a Maze Runner mood...oh wait I always am. :)
Aaaaannnyway...
I had to write about Newt. Be ready to cry. ;( There might be a little Newtmas...but maybe not. It'll be rated T just in case.
Btw, I'm typing with my finger in a splint...yay. Forgive any typos, cuz this is really hard.
Onto the story!

**I don't own the Maze Runner or the characters!**

"Hey," Alby said, sitting down next to Newt. "Greenie comes up tomorrow."

Newt grunted is response.

"Is something wrong?" Alby asked. "You seem a little off."

"Just don't feel good." Newt muttered, standing up from the table and walking past the other Gladers, who were eating their dinner.

It wasn't entirely a lie. Newt didn't feel good. His stomach twisted as he watched the doors close. He'd had to come back early that day, seen as he'd lost his water bottle and didn't want to die of thirst and exhaustion. He was nervous about the new Greenbean; he always was, but he had a bad feeling this time. That's why he stayed curled up in his room in the Homestead until Minho had to come over and wake him up.

"Get up, shank." Minho growled. "We were supposed to leave an hour ago." Newt groaned and stood, stretching and rubbing his eyes.

He and Minho ran all day, and got back a little later than expected. Minho ran off to find Alby, but Newt just trudged back to the Homestead. He ran into Chuck, one of the youngest boys there. The kid was nice enough, but Newt was exhausted and told the younger boy to go away.
"Hey, are you Newt?" Someone said as Newt started up the stairs. He turned, and saw an unfamiliar face. A boy of about sixteen, brown hair, brown eyes, an inch or two taller than him.

"Yeah, why?" This had to be the new Greenie.

"Alby said to find you."

"Why?"

"Dunno. He said you'd help me get settled."

Newt grumbled under his breath that this was Chuck's job, but he sighed and walked back down the stairs and motioned for the Newbie to follow him.

"What's your name? And I know you remember that much." Newt sighed. "We all do."

"Thomas." The boy replied. Then he frowned. "But everyone is calling me things like Greenie, and shank, and one even called me a shuck-face, whatever that means." That would be Minho. Shuck was his favorite word.

"That's just bloody Glade slang." Newt wasn't really in the mood for this. "Most of us sleep outside," Newt motioned to the Glade with his arms. "Only a select few have their owns rooms in the Homestead."

"Like who?"

"Me. Alby. Minho. The Keepers, mainly." Thomas wrinkled his nose at the word 'keeper', but stayed quiet. "So, you go find Chuckie and he'll help you find a place to bloody sleep. I'm going to bed."

Thomas stopped him. "Why do you look so tired?"

Newt spun on his heel and glared at the Greenie. "I run out there." He pointed to the Maze. "Every bloody day. So I don't want to hear a word about how scared you are, or how bored you are. Got that?" Thomas nodded vigorously. "Go find Chuck, shank." Thomas hurried away, seeming eager to get away from Newt.

Newt knew he was being unreasonable, but he was tired and wanted to sleep.

Newt began to like Thomas. He was smart, strong, and not too annoying.

"Hey, Newt!" Thomas called across the Glade. Newt turned.

"What. Tommy? I've got to get out there, you know."

"Yeah, I know. I had to get up really early to catch you." He took a deep breath. "Newt, what if-what if I want to be a Runner?"

Newt didn't react at first, but then he burst over laughing, bending over his knee.

"I'm serious." Newt stood up straight at that.

"You're a bloody idiot, Tommy. No one wants to be a Runner." Newt scowled at his friend. "You've been here barely two months. Don't go around saying that you want to be a Runner."

"Newt, I-"

"Go back to sleep, Tommy. I don't want to hear another word from you about buggin' Runners."

"Newt, please, just listen." Newt turned around angrily.

"Fine."

"I-I just feel like it's what I'm supposed to do. I need to go out there." Thomas insisted. Newt rolled his eyes.

"See you later, Tommy." Newt didn't miss the fire in Thomas' eyes. It made something in his gut twist. Newt wished he could be that defiant.

I know this is super short, but it's late and I want to do some other stuff. I'll update soon!