Maze Runner Preferences and Imagines

Minho Imagine for ME!!!

An elevator. That's what Bree seemed to be trapped in. It came to a sudden stop, throwing Bree against the far wall. The room seemed to have gotton lighter and the door above opened. Bree looked up to the dozens of boys who were staring at her dumb struck.

"Well...?" Bree said standing up. "It's rude to stare," she said again. An asian boy with huge biceps and a misterious grin on his face seemed to have gotton the message. He looked to be the same age as her: 17. "You're a sassy one," He said smirking at her. "Where am I?" "Where are the other girls?" She demanded, hands on her hips. "My name's Minho. Our leaders, Alby and Newt are on their way,"
said the Mean Hoe, not bothering to answer her questians. She mentally laughed at her own joke. "Bree. Now, WHERE.AM.I?!?!?" "Patience, grasshopper,"Minho said cheekily. This boy was really starting to bother her.

She looked at him again, before sprinting in the opposite direction. Her hair blew in the wind behind her. "Nice try Greenie," She looked to her right, suprised. Minho was running along side her. Then he grabbed her arm and sat down abrubtly, painfully bringing her down with him. "This is the Glade, We're trapped here. You're the only girl. We're trapped here." Minho explained. "You already said that" Bree said, confused. "I know. Adds dramatic affect," She laughed for a split second before shutting up again. "Ya know," Minho started, "If we're trapped here, we may aswell have some fun," (A/N: Sorry that sounded really perverted) He continued. "Okay, Mean Hoe," she smirked at him. "Ouch," He said mockingly. She looked away from him. "Well, I gotta go...uh.....bye," She said. "Bye," He said . She walked away from him smiling.