((I listen to this song nearly 24/7 so here's a preference about it))

N E W T

They're just girls breaking hearts
Eyes bright, uptight, just girls.

You had made quite the reputation in the Glade as a little bit of a flirt, and had broken countless hearts with your antics. With your dazzling looks and easy, charismatic charm, it figured you'd have many admirers, one being the blonde second-in-command. Newt wanted to hate you, and wanted to hate that he liked you, but you were genuinely nice so he couldn't. He held himself up to a higher standard than the other boys who threw themselves at you. It was a usual day at lunch that found you and Newt sitting next to each other that his self-control broke down.

"Do you wanna go out with me?" He blurted out. A few snickers came from around the table, every other guy who asked you that was shot down.

You had a huge grin on your face. "I've been waiting for you to ask me that."

"So it's a yes?"

"Well duh."

T H O M A S

A pair of frozen hands to hold,
Oh she's so southern so she feels the cold.

(This is some sort of au where it snows in the Glade ok)

Wintertime always had you shivering and freezing down to your bones. You were oddly susceptible to it, constantly having your boyfriend Thomas hold your hands or give you his jacket. Snow days were the worst, because you never quite managed to clear the wet coldness out of your fingers. Your job had you getting to the campfire at the end of the day last, so Thomas made sure to save you a seat right in front of it. You'd sit in between his legs and warm your hands up by the fire, him planting soft kisses on your cheek.

M I N H O

One moment I was tearing off your blouse,
Now you're living in my house.
What happened to just messing around?

Your relationship with Minho started off as strictly sexual. You both had needs and worked far apart, him being a Runner and you were a Cook. The only time you really interacted outside of his bedroom or the Deadheads was when you occasionally handed him a meal. This worked just fine until one morning you were desperately changing to quickly rush back to your room, Minho suggested you leave a drawer of clothes.

"I mean, if you want." He added nonchalantly.

You smiled to yourself. "I think I'd like that."

It grew from a drawer to half the dresser, and soon you stayed through the morning and walked down to the Maze to see him off. Chaste kisses were passed in public, and eventually nobody could deny that you guys weren't just messing around, you were deeply, helplessly in love.