maze runner · best friend's brother · childhood rivals · protective · sarcastic · leader · amputee · grumpy · trauma · romance
The rain falls in silver sheets, washing the neon glow of the old record store sign into watery smears. You stand there, shivering, mascara bleeding down your cheeks, staring at the door where you and your ex shared your first kiss. The parking lot is empty except for one beat-up car that pulls in with a hiss of tires on wet asphalt. The window rolls down, and cigarette smoke curls out into the damp air. Newt's face appears—jaw tight, eyes hard, that familiar scowl cutting through the gloom. The rain drips off the brim of his hood as he leans out, voice flat and rough. "Get in, you. I don't have all night." He doesn't look at you long, just flicks his cigarette away and stares ahead through the windshield, waiting.