Strangers All Over Again | Maze Runner

Chapter 4 | Friends

Ember turned herself to see a boy standing infront of her, his hand in on his hips, his eyebrows frowning. Ember was thinking a bunch of things but the one thing she did knew was the man who was standing infront of her.
It was that boy, 'frypan'. It must be right? "You scared the heck out of me!" Ember said in a tone of irritation as she tried mimicking his posture.

"Well, I'd rather scare you the hell out of my kitchen." His tone didn't say much, all Ember was thinking was that she saw a man who could actually cook.

"So you're the one who lets the whole glade smell like heaven?" Ember turned around to try finding the food she smelled from earlier, but she couldn't find it.

"Yes, are you the new girl in the glade?" The tall boy said to Ember, taking his hands off his hips, walking to the counter. "Yeah I am, I just arrived this morning." Ember walked towards the boy as she inspected his clothes, his pose, his face.

"Strange, most greenies arrive at 'noon." He said to Ember as he held a knife in his hands, and by the looks of it, he was going to cook, again.

"Oh, can I ask you something?" Ember leaned on the counter while looking at the dark-skinned boy with short, black hair. "Mm." Frypan mumbled as he tried reaching the pans on the wooden walls.

"How'd you learn to cook?" Ember asked, she stood next to him, trying to help any way she could even though she had no idea how to cook.

"I'd teach myself Greenie." He pointed his knife at Ember, and she'd just stood there, "impressive, can you teach me?" He stopped cutting his unions as soon as he heard the word teaching.

"Oh hell no." He took his cutting board and moved to the stove, turning it on and putting a big pan on it. "Why not, pleasee.." Ember followed him, trying to persuade him to accept. "We can be cooking buddies!"

Ember took a pan from the big wall next to her, as she tried to turn on the stove. "Ya think I want that?" Frypan responded as he tried taking the pan away from Ember.
Ember turned on the fire, almost at its max as she tried placing the pan onto the fire.

But, as Ember tried to help, Frypan wasn't to happy about it.
They both started wrestling over a pan as Ember tried placing the pan onto the stove. "Just let me-" Ember's elbow reached the fire of the stove and a scream echoed in the glade.

"Shi-" Ember said with a grunt as she pulled away from the stove, covering the wound with her hand. Suddenly the kitchen's door opened and you saw at least three-man storming in.

"Is everything alright?" A British boy asked Ember as she tried to hold her tears back. She wasn't meant to cry, but she couldn't help it, it was as her body wanted to.

"Yes, I'm fine." Ember replied, looking up to see Newt standing by the door with a few others. She looked at the boys their faces, but only recognized one; Newt.

Ember slowly pulled her hand away from the wound to take a better look, only to see a little blood on her hands. The wound was filled with blood since she covered it, and it got smeared all over. Before she knew it-

Bang

She tried to look where that bang came from, only to see a boy on the ground, unconscious. "Well is anybody gonna get some bandages for me?" She asked all the boys, except for the boy on the ground.

Newt walked towards Ember as he tried covering the wound with his hands, and with surprise, his hands were just enough to cover the wound; at least until it stopped bleeding.

"Thank you." Ember looked up to see Newt's frowning eyebrows, his concentrated face on the wound, he took it more seriously than Ember did.

She could feel his breath on her face, his back slightly bowed to the front, his cold hand on her elbow.