The box had shown up earlier this morning, just as it was supposed to. Instead of helping today like she normally would, Y/N hid behind the homestead and kept a close eye on the box. She was waiting until the last of supplies were being hauled up so she could set her plan into action. As she sat and waited, Y/N began to write a note. A hopeless one she assumed, but she figured there was nothing to loose.

All of this time in the Glade with no memories was driving her insane. Every night, she had dreams about her past which obviously meant she had memories locked away somewhere. The moment she woke up though, they all disappeared and there was no way to bring them back. Today, she was going to send a note alongside Alby's to ask for some kind of information, anything.

As the last of the supplies were brought up, Y/N ran for the box. She watched as Alby dropped his paper down into it and then turned to walk away. Sprinting as fast as she could, the rumble of the box closing made her push harder. Almost there, she pulled out her note, flew past the box and dropped it in just before the doors closed.

"Y/N—" Alby jumped sideways in surprise as Y/N sprinted past him. Seeing as it was Y/N, he shrugged it off and continued on his way.

The girl had been waiting a whole month. Today was the day she'd find out if the creators finally gave into her requests. Her attempt had probably been futile, but at least she could rest now knowing she'd tried if they didn't send anything up.

Sure enough, they didn't. Y/N was nearly done rummaging through all of the supplies and figured there was little hope to find anything meant for her.

"Strange seeing you here, love." A familiar voice sounded over Y/N's shoulder. She stood up and turned around to, surely enough, be faced with Newt. His hands were on his hips and he smiled with a tilt of the head.

Y/N raised a brow. "What do you mean?"

"If I recall correctly," He bent down to open one of the boxes. "Last month, you hid over by the homestead instead of helping."

The girl mumbled. "I had other things to do."

Newt laughed. "I'm just teasing," He stood up and handed the girl a bag of apples to be taken to Frypan. "I'll take your word for it."

With that, Y/N head off for the kitchen with the massive bag of apples and didn't look back. She was a little disheartened by the fact the creators hadn't sent anything back to her. Yet, at the same time, she wasn't surprised by any means. Why would they send her anything? She was just another Glader.

The evening went by slow. Y/N had dinner with her friends, helped Newt in the gardens for a while after, sat around the fire with some of the builders and then wandered over to her hammock. Most of the boys were already asleep as she climbed in and she knew she'd be listening to their snores for a while to come. There was a million different thoughts rolling around in her head that would stop her from sleeping tonight.

Her mind froze. As she tried to lay down, something hard caught her off guard beneath her side. She reached down and to her surprise, pulled out an old looking leather bound book. For a moment she questioned if she'd climbed into the wrong hammock, but with chuck on her left and Newt on her right, there was no way she was in the wrong place. How the book got there, she had absolutely no idea. But, then again, it seemed anything could happen here in the Glade.

Opening up the book, she could hardly make out anything written on the pages. Carefully, she scanned around to see if anyone was awake. Assuming they were all as deep into sleep as they looked, Y/N leapt out of her hammock and ran straight for the deadheads.

In the maproom, she found some light and sat down. How this book had gotten here and why it was in her hammock, she had no clue. Part of her though, hoped it was from the creators. It could turn out it is just one of the boys journals that had been misplaced, but she prayed not.

On the first page, Y/N's hopes were confirmed. A note from WICKED. It explained that they had received her request and only thought it was fair to give some sort of information. It explained what they could give was little, but it was still something. The note was signed off by an Ava Paige. A name that sparked some sort of familiarity in Y/N's mind but not quite enough to remember anything real.

Most of the pages in the book were torn out. What was left to be read wasn't very interesting. Some things about friends, how fast she'd gotten in the past few years. Of some significance though, were the pages about Newt.

Y/N felt embarrassment course through her when she read them. Apparently, Y/N's former self had taken quite a liking to Newt. He was her best friend and the two did everything together. Hardly apart, they were inseparable. Apparently, she had never worked up the nerve to tell him how she felt, though. The way it was written, Y/N had herself truly convinced he'd never like her back.

The journal was filled with an old secret that Y/N didn't find hard to discard. That was then, the past. Things were different now. They had all grown up and changed so much in the past few years that it didn't matter anymore. Besides, she hadn't felt that way yet about Newt since arriving in the Glade. Because of that, she tried to forget about it. It must have just been a point in time when she was younger and that was over now.

The next morning, Y/N in her half waken state slowly ate her breakfast. She had a lot on her mind, but that didn't mix well with the little to no sleep. Even though she told herself she didn't care and that it was all in the past, she couldn't stop wondering about Newt. What was it about him then that made her feel that way and not now? Unless she did still feel the same way but was so focused on surviving here in the Glade she never thought about it.

"Morning," A voice sounded as Y/N was drowning in her thoughts.

She looked up. Sure enough, and by the curse of the universe, it was Newt. "Uh—hi."

Newt furrowed his brows. That wasn't the usual good morning he got from the girl. "You alright?"

"Ah, yeah." Y/N stretched her arms over her head. "Just a little tired."

"Right," Newt took a bite of his food. "Because you were out wandering around late."

"You stalking me?" She questioned.

"No," He scoffed in defence. "I couldn't sleep. Kind of hard to not notice when someone jumps out of their hammock and sprints for the deadheads."

"Oh yeah," She muttered. "Sorry about that." The girl began to feel nervous. Why? She had no clue. Picking up her plate she tried to retreat the situation.

"What were you doing anyways?" He asked out of curiosity.

Y/N paused and cursed herself. "Just reading something the creators sent up."

She really hadn't thought that one through.

"Was it useful? It could have a hint in it!" He shoved the rest of his food in his mouth and stood up to walk with the girl to the kitchen. "Mind if it take a read?"

"Maybe later," Y/N cringed. "I'll look through it first and let you know if there's anything worth checking out."

Newt shrugged. "I don't sleep anyways, I may as well help you."

"Naaah," Y/N waved her hand in the air. "You're already so busy."

"Fine," He agreed. "But let me know when you're done. I'd like to know what they sent."

"Yeah," Y/N said as he walked out of earshot. She then let out a panicked breath and shook her head. "What kind of hell hole did I just dig myself into?"

All Y/N hoped was that Newt let the subject rest for the remainder of the day. She had to work in the gardens all day, everyday with him and hoped he wouldn't use it to pry information out of her.

Luckily enough, he didn't. What he did do though, was have a different plan. He worked everyone extra hard today, to the point he knew sleep was something they wouldn't be able to hold off. Just as he had hoped, that was what happened. After dinner and the fire, everyone found their way to the hammocks and passed out, including Y/N.

Knowing the girl, Newt knew she wouldn't be so bold as to bring that book the creators sent back to her hammock. She would have hid it somewhere last night. And knowing there was only one place she could have gone, Newt head off for the deadheads. He assumed she would have been in the maproom and there was plenty of places to stash something in there.

It took Newt a grand total of five minutes to find the book. Her thoughts must've been elsewhere last night because Newt knew she wasn't one to hide things so haphazardly.

Sitting down, Newt prepared himself for anything. This book with most of its pages torn out could be a useless pile of garbage, or it could be their way out of the maze. He hoped there was at least something useful.

What he found, he certainly wasn't expecting. Pages written about him, by Y/N, from before the maze. Back when they shared a bit of a different relationship than they do now. Back then, life played out in the reverse. Y/N was the one who was hiding a lot of things from Newt. As to if he felt the same way at that time, he wasn't sure because he had no memories and there was no matching journal written by him to read. However, he could only assume that he felt the same way he does now.

Y/N woke up. She realized she'd fallen asleep. Panicked, she once again leapt out of the hammock and ran for the maproom. Lights were on inside and her heart nearly jumped out of her throat, but that didn't stop her. Maybe it was just Minho working late. Deep inside though, she knew it was Newt.

The boy dropped the book in his hands and fell out of his chair the moment Y/N flung open the maproom door. She stood there, wide-eyed, fears confirmed. He'd read it. Newt was as equally frozen. He didn't know what to say or do.

"So—" Y/N fretted. "You read it?"

"Yeah." He mumbled.

"Try not to think too much into it," Y/N begged. "That was before the maze, I don't remember any of it. You saw the creators sent it up, maybe they wrote it all too."

"No, don't think so." Newt laughed lightly. "This is definitely your writing." He picked up the book and pointed to the messy scribbles.

"Yeah, you're right." She sighed in defeat.

Unsure of what to do, Y/N just stood there. Why this was so hard, she wasn't sure. Unless, deep down, she did feel for Newt and was so distracted here in the Glade she never knew it.

"Please don't hate me now, I just—"

"I'm not here to ridicule you," Newt said sternly. He handed Y/N back the book and his expression seemed to sadden. "I just—it's odd things are the other way around now."

Y/N tilted her head in question. "Other way around?"

Newt shifted his weight and it was obvious he was processing which words he wanted to choose out of the thousands he could. "It seemed like in here that you were the one who—for lack of a better term, liked me. Yet now, I'm the one who likes you but it feels...hopeless."

His eyes lowered to the floor. A familiar look of pain that Y/N used to see back when they'd first arrived in the glade crossed his features.

"It's like you don't notice me. I mean, sure you're kind and friendly and we talk a lot. But it feels like I'm always pining after someone who can't even see me." He admitted, lamenting.

Those words struck Y/N in the chest. It brought back memories, more so feelings, from before the maze when she'd been in the position he is now.

"I notice you, Newt. I do." She admitted. "I've just never let myself think like that because I'm afraid. Scared of something happening..."

"Yeah, I know." He agreed. "And I tried for a long time. But I can't not like you, Y/N."

He stared at her with an obvious hope. It was clear she felt the same way, she'd just ben stuffing it down for so long it was like the feelings didn't exist at all. The past couple days, they'd been brought back to the surface.

Before she could respond, Newt had lunged forward and had her in his arms.

"No real hints about the maze in there," Newt laughed into the girls hair. "Just something better."

"Loads better," Y/N also laughed in agreement.

"Because if I'm being honest, I can't say I would have told you otherwise anytime soon." He stepped back with his hands on the girls shoulders.

Y/N raised a brow. "You don't think so?"

"Aye!" Newt scoffed. "You have no right to judge, it's obvious you never said anything back then!"

"Okay, okay!" She knew he was right. Now at least, they both knew.