Linnea drunkenly started chanting Greenie, cheering him on and basically forcing him to go into the fighting circle. Being in that drunk state, she most likely wasn't completely awake to her fullest, but she was sober enough to know what was going on, and sober enough to remember things, like the Greenie.
Along with Linnea, others started joining in on the chanting, including, surprisingly, Minho, who was basically only there to help hold her up, because needless to say, the drunk girl needed help with that for sure.
Looking around, the newest newbie stepped into the circle, resulting in a drunken eruption of cheers from the gladers that were huddled, making that circle.
"Okay, all right," Gally started, about to explain the rules. "The rules are simple, Greenie. I try to push you out of the circle. . . you try to last more than five seconds."
Linnea yelled over to Gally, her drunkenness fully kicked in, "Hey! You're not so good, Gally. I can beat you in under three seconds. I bet the hot new Greenie can beat you!"
The Greenie looked over at the girl, who had a huge smile on her face and he blushed. She had just called him hot. Maybe she did return his liking. After Linnea had said those words to the boy, Gally flipped her off, Linnea returned the gesture, but fell back doing so, having Minho, luckily there to catch her.
"Ready?" Gally asked, but before the Greenie could answer, the boy with the weird eyebrows (*laughs) shoved the brown haired Greenie into a group of boys huddled up, where they shove him onto the ground. He looked up, back over at Gally, who stared at him and said, "Come on, Greenie. We're not done yet."
"Stop calling me greenie," the boy said to the much taller, older teen.
"Stop calling you that?" Gally rudely asked. "What do you wanna be called? Shank?" An emission of laughter erupted throughout the boys but even in her state, Linnea didn't laugh, she just looked at the boy, who made eye contact with her, and nodded, silently telling him that he could do it. In all honesty, she didn't really know if he could, but she didn't really know much right then anyways. "What do you think boys? Does he look like a shank?"
The Greenie, having earned a new bit of both confidence and anger, charged at Gally, but he caught him, and held onto his arms, while the whiskey eyed Greenie pushed against him, trying, but failing to shove him down. Gally eventually won once again, shoving him down to the ground, making his mouth become full of sand, and as he spit it out, coming back up, ready to continue, Gally told the rest of the gladers, not having met his laugh quota for that night, "You know what? I think I'm settled on shank."
The greenie once again charged at him, this time to his waist, and Gally, walked with him in that position, but the Greenie managed to get Gally on the ground this time.
Linnea screamed a lot and started jumping up and down, resulting in her ending up falling over once again. "You getting a little tipsy there, fox?" Minho used his nickname for her.
Linnea giggled. "No. . .Yes. . . I think so mean-hoe."
"Not bad for a Greenie, huh?" the brunette boy started to get cocky, which as you might know, isn't ever a very good thing. Gally, from on the ground, kicked out, tripping the boy, making him fall on his head.
Linnea tried to move forward but Minho held her back with his large hands on her tiny waist. The Greenie slowly lifted his head up, and he whispered a name under his breath. "Thomas." Everyone there was quiet. Had he just remembered his name? Thomas. The name sounded so familiar. That could have possibly been the name Linnea was about to call him when she was helping him earlier that day. "Thomas. Hey! Thomas!" the Greenie, Thomas, got up. "I remember my name. I'm Thomas!"
After only about one second of silence, smiles erupted all around and Alby pointed at Thomas, shouting his name as everyone around them laughed and cheered for the new Greenie.
Many people came over to congratulate him, some welcoming him to where they called their home, others slapping him on the back, even Gally came over to greet him and tell him a good job. Thomas looked around, but he didn't see Linnea, then a scream erupted outside, in the maze. What Newt had called a Griever.
"What the hell was that?" Thomas said under his breath.
"That my friend," Gally started, but Linnea came in to finish for him.
"Was a Griever," she said, patting the taller boy on the back. "Don't worry, you're safe here with us. Nothing goes through those walls." As Thomas stared at her, with some expression on his face that Linnea couldn't quite interpret, Alby announced that they should all get in to bed. As all of the gladers cleared out, Linnea stood on her toes, and kissed the brown haired Thomas on the cheek, leaving him very dumbfounded. Something about that touch seemed so familiar to both of them. Linnea wanted to know what it would be like to have more. To have his lips on hers. His hands on her body. Something like that. She wanted it, and she was sure, that it woud feel familiar as well.
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Linnea stumbled into her hut, that she normally didn't sleep in when she drank, but that happened to be where Minho brought her. " Mean-Hoe!" the brunette exaggerated on her Asian friend's name, calling him the name she only happened to use when she was that drunk. "Why did you bring me to mmmmyyyy room?"
"You need to sleep in here," Minho said, calmly, as he lay the drunk girl on her hammock.
As she lay there, the brown-eyed girl tried to get up, but in her state, was unsuccessful. "Mmmmeeeaaannnn hhhhoooeee!" she exclaimed again. "I need to tell you something."
Minho sighed, but he turned around, facing the drunk brunette. "What?"
Linnea shifted, putting one arm in front of the other, but it slipped, causing her to fall out a little, and a laugh to escaped Minho's mouth, slightly. "You know the Greenie, Thomas?" She started, almost seriously, but the loopiness in her voice gave her actual presence away. "I definitely knew him."
"What?" Minho walked forward to her quickly, eager to hear what she knew. "What do you know?"
"Everything," Linnea answered with a giggle. "His soft hair, his warm, strong body, him." Minho listened in closer, as her drunken expression turned into somewhat of a serious expression. "Minho," she said, looking off into the distance where all of the other boys were camped out, where Thomas was. "I think I loved him."
Author's Note:
This chapter sucked, but I kind of liked it? I don't know? It might be kind of confusing. But. . . THOMAS KNOWS HIS FREAKING NAME! I don't have to go back and correct anymore because I wrote his actual name instead of greenie or whatever else I called him. Linnea might now that she loves him, or it might just be her drunken state. I love her as a drunk person. She's so funny. And once again I love her and Minho. They have such an amazing relationship.
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