THE ERROR (Newt Fanfiction)

Breakfast With Minho: Chapter 19

Hey! Just so you know, there will be sequels to this :3 :3 Like the Scorch Trials and stuff so um ya.

Kayla exhales slowly and opens her eyes.

She's in the Homestead, in her room, laying under a warm blanket on her cot.

From the light coming through the window, it's morning.

She reaches up with her hands and wearily rubs her eyes, yawning in the process.

"Hey."

She jumps as Minho walks in, leaning against the door frame.

"You finally woke up."

He stops leaning and fully enters the room, placing something on the bedside table beside her.

"The Box brought that up with Thomas, the cup and the bag. Frypan just added hot water."

Tea.

She shuffles up and sits against the wall, picking up the ceramic, white, mug.

She curls her knees to her chest and sets the mug between them.

Minho sits down in the chair next to the cot.

"Jeff came in here last night to check on you and you were curled into a ball, tears stained on your cheeks, hands gripping your shirt."

Kayla's hair falls over her face and she tucks it behind her ear.

"What happened with Thomas and Newt.."

Minho leans forward, shuffling his hands.

"Well, they got out from the Slammer, and back to work, but Thomas isn't running, he's too bruised and sore."

Kayla nods.

"I started that."

Minho looks up to her.

"What?"

"If I had never gotten sick, none of this would have happened."

Minho smirks.

"It's not your fault that you got sick."

Kayla shrugs.

"Whatever."

She puts the tea back on the bedside table and gets up from the cot.

"I'm gonna go change into something more comfortable."

"Oh, speaking of changing, the Box also brought you up some new pajamas. They're red and black plaid, comfy pants with a tight black tank top. All the boys want the pants and I had to hide them under your cot."

He laughs slightly and leans forward, grabbing the clothing from under it.

He gets up and hands them to her, then turns and walks out.

"I'll leave you to change."

Minho closes the door as he leaves, leaving Kayla alone.

She takes off Newt's shirt first, laying it on the cot, then she unties her boots, leaving on her socks, and puts those beside it.

Kayla unbuckles her jeans and takes those off, throwing them onto the cot too.

She slides on the plaid pajama pants, welcoming their softness.

Taking off her tank top she had on before, Kayla pulls on the tight black one and pulls it down over her waist.

She pulls her hair up into a messy bun with the hair tie on her wrist, and ties on her combat boots.

Kayla picks up her hot tea and, yawning, pushes open the door.

Minho is waiting by the door the the Glade and she walks over to him slowly, her eyes tired.

Minho laughs slightly and wraps his right arm around her in a side hug.

"Your stomach still hurt?"

She nods slowly.

"Yeah...."

He smirks, shaking his head.

"Come on, lets go get breakfast."

Minho releases her from his hug and walks ahead, heading towards the Food Shack, where the other Gladers are currently eating.

Kayla trails behind some, occasionally sipping her tea, which is warm and tastes like herbs.

Once she is almost twenty feet behind, Minho stops, laughs slightly, and waits for her to catch up.

They arrive at the Food Shack and Kayla sits down at an empty picnic table, while Minho goes and gets their food.

He comes back with pancakes, which is very rare, and sits down next to her.

They don't have any syrup, which is okay, and once again, Kayla doesn't remember how shes knows that pancakes have syrup, she just does.

They talk while they eat, laughing occasionally and Kayla yawns a lot.

When she yawns for like the tenth time, Minho laughs.

"Very lady like."

She smirks and shoves him lightly in the right shoulder.

"Shut up."

Then, as Kayla looks at the other Gladers, she sees Newt, with a black eye, picking at his food.

He looks up at her and Minho, then when he sees shes looking at him, he avoids her.

Minho follows her gaze and looks to her.

"Don't let him bug you."

She sighs and returns to her food.

Minho bites into his last pancake and swallows.

"He's very fond of you, you know."

She doesn't respond.

"It's obvious he likes you."

Kayla looks up.

"Stop..."

She picks up her now empty plate and puts them on the counter, leaving Minho and walking over to the Lookout.

Kayla climbs up to the top level and sits down against the railing, looking out over the Glade...

Over her home.