You Make My Heart Run In Circles (Thomas x Minho, Newt x Gally)

Chapter 1: Welcome To The Glade

NO ONE'S POV

Thomas wakes up in an elevator-like box.
Where am I? Thomas mentally asks himself. WHO am I? Thomas worriedly wonders, for he can not yet remember anything about himself. "Help!" Thomas yells out.
Suddenly, Thomas is assaulted by sunlight. The box has reached the surface. Thomas looks up and sees a group of people staring at him. Immediately, he notices that they are all boys. His eyes scan the group, desperately searching for a familiar face but he doesn't remember anyone. All the boys are talking to each other. Thomas can't hear any full sentences but he does catch some unfamiliar slang, words like "shank" and "klunk" and even "Greenie".
A blond haired boy lowers down some rope that has a loop for his foot on the end. After a moment's hesitation, he places his foot in the loop and the blond boy pulls him up.
"Nice to meet ya, shank. Welcome to the Glade. Name's Newt," the blond boy holds his hand out.
Thomas shook Newt's hand and thought for a moment.
"My name is... Thomas! My name's Thomas!" Thomas finally realized, letting go of Newt's hand.
"Shuck face'll probably end up a Slopper," a scratchy voice rudely shouted out, earning a few snickers.
"Shut your hole, Gally," a deep voice boomed. A tall African American boy walked over to Thomas.
"Name's Alby. I'm in charge here. Tomorrow, I'll give you the tour, as for right now, don't ask questions," Alby coldly said to Thomas.
"Don't ask questions? How the hell am I supposed to do that? I don't shit about what's going on and-"
"If you ain't scared, you ain't human. I didn't know jack but I dealt with it," Alby interrupted.
"Alby, why don't you go wait for the Runners? Bloody walls'll be closing any minute now," Newt suggested, obviously seeing that Alby's attitude wasn't helping. Alby stalked off.
"And get back to work, you lot!" Newt yelled to the group of boys who were gathered around the box. A couple of them hurried to the box to unload what looked like supplies.
Newt put his hand on Thomas's back and walked him away from the box.
"Alby may seem like shuck for brains when it comes to a Greenie, but he's a bloody good leader. Now, lemme introduce to a little fellow, Chuck," Newt explained.
"Chuck, get ya bloody arse out here, we got a new Greenie!" Newt yelled.
A short, chubby boy with curly brown hair came running out. He looked to be about 12 or 13 years old.
"Hey, Chucky. This here is-" Newt was cut off by a blood curdling scream.
"Damn Med Jacks can't take care of one bloody boy on their own, bunch of twats," Newt muttered under his breath.
"Sorry, gotta go," Newt called as he ran towards a large building.
"What's your name, Greenie?" Chuck asked.
"Thomas," he answered while looking at the building Newt ran into.
"Well, Thomas, don't you worry a thing! Ol' Chucky here'll take care of you!" Chuck eagerly answered. He seemed to be the only one who was happy. Not sarcastic, not rude... just happy.
"What's going on in there?" Thomas turned to look at Chuck and pointed back at the building.
"Why don't we get you a snack from Frypan's kitchen?" Chuck changed the subject and pulled Thomas along with him to what he assumed was Frypan's kitchen.

Brief time skip

Chuck and Thomas sat leaning against a tree, each eating a ham, cheese, and mayonnaise sandwich.
"Why do people call me Greenie?" Thomas asked.
"Greenie or Greenbean just means the new kid. Before you, I was Greenie," Chuck explained with a mouthful of sandwich.
Suddenly, Thomas heard a loud rumbling.
"What's going on?" Thomas panicked.
"Oh, that's just the walls closing, it happens all the time. Alby'll tell you about during the tour tomorrow.
Thomas looked over and saw two giant stone walls with ivy on them closing in. Then, a group of people came running out, a tall, muscular Asian boy leading them.
Thomas dropped his sandwich and walked over there.
"Are you okay?" Thomas asked him,
"Get me some F*CKING water, klunk head!" the boy rasped.
Thomas ran to Frypan's kitchen.
"Oh come on! You boys already raided my kitchen once and I'm making dinner!" Frypan complained.
"I'm just getting some water," Thomas explained.
"Okay," Frypan took a jug of water and poured some into a canteen, "But you tell Chuck that I don't want him stealing my food before meals!" Frypan warned.
"Thanks, Frypan! I'll tell him!" Thomas shouted while running through the door.
"Here," Thomas handed the canteen to the boy who poured water into his mouth.
"You a Greenie? What's your name, shank?" The boy asked.
"Thomas," he couldn't help but blush as he admired the other boy's rugged good looks. But there was something else... Thomas felt like he had met Minho before, he looked strangely familiar.
"Minho! What'd you find?" Alby rushed over.
"I found a dead one," Minho said with a proud smirk.
"A dead what?" Thomas asked, shocked at the all the ideas of dead things running around his head.
"I told you not to ask questions, I'll explain it all on the tour tomorrow. As for you, Minho, you wait to go out 'till I'm finished with Greenie's tour, then you're gonna show me whatever it is you found. In the meantime, relax at Greenie's party." Alby ordered and walked off.
"Party?" Thomas wondered aloud.
"Yeah, shuck brains, every Greenie gets one," Minho said, jokingly punching his shoulder and walking off.

MINHO'S POV
I walked off to my hammock to relax after a long day of running. I couldn't seem to get him out of mind though. He seemed impossibly familiar. I hope he didn't notice my blushing and just dismissed it. Nobody was near me, so I whispered his name.
"Thomas," it sounds right on my tongue. I had to admit, he was cute. Maybe I could get to know him better at this party tonight. Not that there is much to get to know, considering the only things we remember about ourselves are our names. I drifted off into a light slumber with his name on my tongue and his face in my mind.

A/N
Hello and thank you for reading! I do plan on making more chapters and I write because it's my passion and I've always loved it, but I do like knowing that there are people who like my stories, so please leave a comment or a vote, just something to let me know someone's reading it. I do include some lines from the actual book because I have it right next to me, and it's just too tempting! Anyways, thank you and have a good night or day!