The Q and A is at the end of this chapter :) It's long XD This chapter is really short compared to usual by the way, but it's quality over quantity right? Besides more happens next chapter.

The clock may've only been struck by four in the afternoon, but they had both been so tired that they fell asleep again in each others arms. Newt had his arms gripped around Thomas tightly, and Thomas' body seemed small besides his broader frame. It was a way of Newt showing his protection towards Thomas, despite being younger. But he wasn't the one that was torn to pieces, and he knew that he had to keep Thomas together.

Both their eyes opened again when it was a bit past seven in the evening, and when the older boy noticed that the blonde arms were firmly around him, he felt a blush creep up onto his cheeks, heating up his unclothed body. Thomas felt a wet, open kiss on his shoulder, and he smiled when he realized that the other was awake too, not having been able to see him.

Thomas turned around to look at the other, his eyes adjusting as they were still getting used to the room he found himself in. The blonde gave him a half awake smile, and Thomas felt himself return it as he reached out with his hand to touch the blondes hair that had fallen onto his face.

"Hey." Newt said, his voice hoarse as if he hadn't spoken in years, when it had only been a few hours. Thomas felt a shiver rush down his spine, the sound ringing his ears sensitively as he bit on his lower lip.

"Hi." He answered timidly.

"Should we do something?" The blondes voice echoed throughout the room as silence was the only other thing heard, and Thomas gave him a quizzical look as if asking for him to elaborate.

"A game or something." Newt answered to his unspoken question.

"Like a video game?" The blonde shook his head, a small chuckle leaving his chapped lips.

"I was thinking something more strategic." Thomas sat up, carefully moving the blanket around so that it was still covering up the lower half of his body.

"All I have to offer with that is chess." Newt thought for a moment, but it quickly turned into a nod of approval as he got up, Thomas scrambling to look away because they were both still naked. He heard the blonde laugh, and he could only imagine the familiar smirk as his eyes creased from laughter. The only thing the younger still had on was his silver necklace, but that did not count as clothing to Thomas.

"I have my underwear on now." The older peaked from the blanket, only to discover that Newt had been lying and in fact wasn't wearing what he had said. It earned him a pillow in the face.

"You lying bastard." Thomas mumbled, getting up quickly to get his sweatpants on as the blonde finally did the same.

"My jacket's around here somewhere right?" Thomas shrugged before gesturing to the hallway, probably where it had been thrown a few hours before when they'd come back.

The blonde went out into the hall where he did indeed find his jacket, and he came back to Thomas with a pack of cigarettes and a lighter that seemed to barely have any fuel left to light a small flickering flame of fire.

"Balcony?" The blonde asked as Thomas got out the box of chess.

"Sure." Newt went there with his cigarettes and lighter, Thomas staying behind as he counted all the pieces to make sure he had everything needed to play the game. When he knew that he did, he followed to where the other was already sitting with the end of a cigarette lit, and when Newt looked up, he held out the packet and let Thomas take a cigarette of his own into his hands.

He set up the board on the small table that was drenched in water from the rain, and the blonde busied himself with lighting the end for Thomas. The closeness of their faces brought a sense of intimacy that they had only shared a few times, and the older felt his heart flutter in bliss as he gestured for Newt to get started with the game.

They sat there for about an hour, going through cigarette after cigarette until Newt's lighter would no longer work, and eventually the game was over and so was the rush of nicotine that had gone through their bodies before crashing into nothingness. Thomas had won, much to the surprise of both of them, but the blonde didn't mind it much. He wasn't one to normally admit defeat, but it was only a game of chess in this case.

Another four hours of talking about nothing in particular and occasional utter silence, Newt finally decided that it was around time to go home. It was one in the morning, and barely any lights were still on in the city that they watched with alert eyes. They'd somehow never felt more awake.

Thomas offered to drive him, and Newt didn't protest as they got into the familiar Lamborghini, driving to the blondes apartment. The radio was on, but it was only silent, a louder volume would've disrupted the peace. The car came to a halt eventually, and Thomas turned off the ignition before looking at Newt, the only light coming from a street lamp right outside. It reflected onto the blondes face in a beautiful way, and Thomas reached out to touch his cheek.

"Come inside?" Newt asked, biting his lip in uncertainty. Thomas nodded, not willing to say no even though they hadn't parted in quite a while. At least it seemed to be that way.

Both of them went to get out of the car, Thomas following Newt after locking the doors. When they'd gotten inside the right apartment, the blonde turned to Thomas who was standing in the doorway. A smile was on his face, and Thomas felt another blush go through him, as if earlier hadn't been enough.

"The radio made me think."

"About?" Thomas questioned aloud. Newt shrugged in nonchalance, reaching out to Thomas, waiting for the older to get the message and take his hand in his own. He did.

Newt pulled Thomas to him in one quick motion, and the blonde started to move them side to side, their bodies aligned against each other as their body heat radiated off one another. Thomas got Newt's answer through his actions, and he knew that the blonde had thought about dancing.

Thomas rested his head against Newt's chest, his eyes falling shut as he listened intently at the others heartbeat, which seemed to be speeding up as the minutes ticked by. He didn't know how long they were moving around for, or how they were moving, he just knew that they were. Thomas felt incredibly calm in that moment, and he felt himself be lifted up until something soft collided with his back.

Newt had laid him down on his bed, lying down beside him as his own eyes shut for what seemed to be the millionth time in the past twenty four hours.

A knock at the door disrupted their peace early the next day, and the blonde groggily got up with Thomas dragging himself to follow in pursuit. They weren't close to presentable, both in sweats and sweaters, but they didn't think much of it at that moment.

Newt opened the door harshly, almost as if he wanted the person on the opposite end to know that he wasn't happy with being woken at seven. But his eyes quickly widened, and Thomas gripped onto Newt's arm in a submissive manner, as if the blonde needed to shield him.

The police were standing there, their eyes more awake than either of the boys', and they didn't seem to be all that pleased with the barely there greeting. Newt immediately woke up, his posture straightening as he put a smile on his face. Thomas' eyes were fixated on the dog that came with them.

"Hello. How may I help you?" Thomas almost scoffed at how fake and cheery it sounded, but he was terrified and couldn't dare utter a word.

"Do you two live here?" Newt laced one of Thomas' hands in his, but kept the older boy behind him because he could tell through the tremble in the others hands that he was scared.

"Yes. We do." Thomas would've interrupted, only Newt lived there, but he oddly liked the sound of them sharing something, so he didn't comment on it.

"We got a complaint earlier about drug use in this apartment that is signed to Newt Brodie-Sangster. Which one of you would that be?" One of them asked. Newt held his free hand up in the air that had been holding the door, stating that it was him.

"That would be me."

"And who is the young man behind you?" The other one asked. Thomas bit his lip, locking eyes with Newt whilst the blonde nodded for him to speak.

"Thomas O'Brien." He said.

"My boyfriend." The blonde added quickly. They only nodded.

"May we take a look inside?" The two didn't hesitate to step aside, letting them in before sharing a terrified look with their fearful eyes.

Their hands tightened around each other, making their knuckles white as both of the officers went through the apartment with what they assumed was a trained dog to find drugs. Room by room they searched intently, and the boys could only pray that the dog wouldn't notice something that they themselves as humans had overlooked.

Eventually the three came back, and when nothing was in the two mens grasp, Newt wanted to let out a sigh of relief, but he didn't as that would've caused suspicion. He couldn't afford that, but he could feels Thomas' fingers relax a little as he probably thought the same exact thing.

"We're glad you cooperated well and let us in without hesitation. We weren't able to find anything however so it was probably falsely reported. We'll leave you two to enjoy the rest of your day." The blonde bit his lip, nodding as he let them all leave, shutting the door before sliding against it in defeat. His eyes looked up into Thomas', and Thomas went to sit beside him slowly. The blondes head fell limp onto the others shoulders, and he felt a hand on his thigh in a comforting gesture.

"Tommy?" Newt whispered out, and Thomas hummed in response as an answer.

"I don't mean this to sound like I'm accusing anyone, but I can only think of one person that would call the police on me." The older smiled, and the blonde gave him a strange look.

"I know, Newt." He said. But Newt didn't quite follow in that moment.

"I know you think that it was Minho. I don't blame you." His voice was soft in contrast to the tension they both felt, and they were both still on edge as Newt looked at him.

"You're not mad?" He asked slowly, careful to not go too far. Thomas chuckled lowly, but it was tangled up in utter bitterness and distaste, and the venom was strong between his teeth.

"I'm not mad, Newt. I'm fucking furious."

Okay so.....

I may've reworded the questions but they're still the way they were asked. If that makes sense haha. And I can't believe I got nine questions. Everyone seems really shy though cause most were asked in private but that's fine. I get it.

1) Do you ship any more things in the Maze Runner fandom? And what are your other fandoms?

Well, I've always shipped Newtmas, so I don't actually ship any other pairing from The Maze Runner. I just don't get into it as much. Newt and Thomas have always been the two that stood out to me since I first read it a few years back. Other fandoms? Well, Teen Wolf for the past painful four freaking years. I like a lot of bands too but I don't know if those are fandoms XD

2) Where do you get all your ideas for stories?

Honestly, it's the most random thing to me. For example, the plot for Lurk came up in Individuals and Societies class at school. I'll often be sitting in lessons and suddenly I'm hit with an idea like the Titanic was hit with the iceberg.

3) Do people ever compare you to someone else?

This is a really random question. I don't really get compared to people that I actually know in person. Celebrities however, I get told I'm a female Dylan O'Brien which is honestly the best compliment ever. But then a few people that know me better say that I'm like the character Newt from The Maze Runner. I don't have an accent though :( Although I do say bloody quite a bit at school and have a limp. So that's close enough.

4) How do you normally spend your day?

I wake up. Then I regret waking up. I then proceed to drag myself to school. Then I pretend to listen. I go home. Listen to music and watch a bunch of TV. Then I realize I have homework. And then I decide to do that later because I have enough time for that. I also walk my dog and sleep. And then in-between I will be writing or drawing or running. I love to run.

5) This question is cheesy but what do you love?

Jeeps.

Dylan O'Brien

Thomas Brodie-Sangster.

Jeeps.

Stiles Stilinski and don't you dare say he's fictional I have spotted one at my school.

Beanies.

Jeeps.

Flannels.

Books and Films.

And did I mention Jeeps?

Yea I like Jeeps in case you didn't know.

6) Are you ever gonna update your one-shots? And will you ever write a fanfic with another ship?

I am updating them soon. More specifically I am updating them on the 18th because I'm watching The Scorch Trials that day even though it's out tomorrow but I feel like that is the time for my one-shots to reappear and exist again and come back from the dead. And my other new Newtmas story will have it's prologue up. Honestly I was going through this awful time last week where I hated all my stories and complained so much about how they sucked and then I came across my Newtmas story that I'd started writing a month or two ago and I feel good about the prologue so yea. Getting into it however will be tough cause school likes to take away my life.

Regarding another ship, I love Stydia and I swear I will turn into Void Stiles and flip if they do not happen soon. Speaking of Void Stiles I know I've said this before but I want him back on the show so bad cause damn he was attractive. And maybe he will be back and I don't know what to feel. I would love to write a Stydia fan fiction but I currently have to complete Lurk, get into The Devil Within which does have Void Stiles so yay, get back into my one-shots (which I have a plan for so you'll all get more updates), my new Newtmas story, and I should really edit the hell out of The Beginning of the End. I found a few notes a few weeks ago with an entirely better ending than what I ended up with.

7) Which one of your stories is your favorite? (I think this was the question, but I actually couldn't access the question in the comments cause wattpad sucks. So I hope it's correct.)

I love the ideas I have for The Devil Within. Especially with how I'm going to incorporate Stiles. I mean he's there for a reason. I also like the context of my new story but I'm trying to develop that in a realistic way which is hard, although I do know people like that so maybe it'll work. Lurk I'm not too proud of. I liked my first chapter a lot and then it just spiraled haha. The Beginning of the End I think is the one I'm most proud of so far, but it wasn't all that original. And I'm all for originality.

My all time favorite is actually the one shot I wrote called Mix Up. Where Newt and Thomas mix up their drinks. I really should make a part two of that. I liked the detail there when Thomas described Newt.

8) I've always wondered how your stories feel so real. So, what exactly do you do?

I don't know. Detail is important which I've sadly been lacking. But I also think it's always easier to write things that you can personally relate to or have been through. And no I have not fallen in love with a male stripper but that's besides the point. Most of my stories always hold something personal though, and I feel like things are always more realistic and real when you yourself are writing with some truth to it because you yourself know it.

And if you aren't going through things first hand, you may know someone else and see the way they behave and stuff. I like to watch and observe peoples behavior and the way they react to the same things, and I use that to create characters. And I also read a lot about psychology and stuff so yea. I read people through their expressions and speech and writing.

I don't know. Is that a good answer that makes sense?

9) Favorite quote from The Maze Runner series? (Spoilers by the way)

I have so many and most are Newtmas related. So, I'll do one per book. Although I don't know if they're considered quotes. And who am I kidding I did more than one.

The Maze Runner:

"I like you, Greenie."

He really liked Newt.

I also love it when Thomas says "Well, except Newt. He calls me Tommy."

Or I don't know, all of them.

The Scorch Trials:

"Pretty sure we just arrived in bloody hell. Always thought you'd end up here, Minho, but not me."

"Sometimes I wonder," Thomas murmured.

"Wonder what?"

"If being alive matters. If being dead might be a lot easier."

And I feel like I will get killed for all of the ones I love in The Death Cure cause they're all sad but here goes:

He hadn't realized just how much Newt meant to him.

"Break your promise and I'll never forgive you."

He tried to remind himself that Newt wasn't dead.

Thomas was stunned silent. Nothing anyone had ever said had hurt so much. Nothing.

Kill me. If you've ever been my friend, kill me.

Thomas had failed him.

And then where Newt tells Thomas about his limp. Thomas asks what happened when Newt asks if he ever even told him.

"I hated every second of every day. And it was all your fault!"

There's so manyyyyyyy. I also like when Newt says "So let's say our bloody goodbyes."

Oh and of course..... And then Newt's eyes cleared, as if he'd gained one last trembling gasp of sanity, and his voice softened. "Please, Tommy. Please."

With his heart falling into a black abyss, Thomas pulled the trigger.

He'd killed Newt.

And this reminds me of a poem or rhyme or whatever that I saw on Tumblr. It isn't mine but I love it and shall now share it but it is sad. I warned you.

As he pulls the trigger, he will stop and freeze. Do nothing but cry, and fall onto his knees. He just watched his lover die of a disease, and heard him whisper, "Please, Tommy. Please."

Have I successfully crushed everyone? I have done such an evil Q and A. Anyway I'm just gonna not be okay for the next few days cause the movie and everything and asdfghjkl