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

Chapter 2: The Party

MINHO'S POV

They were running around the maze only it was... a different maze. I looked and it was 12 year old me and next to me was a boy about 12 years old. The boy next to me was Thomas. I hear a low, ominous growl from behind them and young me whimpers. Thomas's hand closes around young mine and his deep, blue eyes bore into my brown eyes. He smiles at me and it kills all my fear. I feel warm inside.

"Don't worry, Minho. It's all just a test, they can't let us get hurt just yet. And if you go down, I'll go down too!" he tries to reassure me.

"That's what I'm scared of. If you go down, I'm alone," 12 year old me whispers.
Whatever it is that's behind us, it roars.

"THOMAS!" Both me and young me shout.

"Minho! Minho, ya bloody shank get you arse out of the hammock you're gonna be late" a familiar British voice wakes me.

"Good, you're up, finally," I open my eyes to an amused Newt standing over me.

"Ya know, you talk quite a bit in your sleep," Newt starts, "You seem to mention names," Newt hints. Then I remember my dream and screaming Thomas's name at the end. Shit. Even though it wasn't what he thinks it is...

"I take it it was a good dream? You know I'm supportive," Newt jokes. I glare at him.

"Okay, I'll stop. Just know that Tommy's party is starting, if you're late you'll miss him trying Gally's nasty drinks," Newt reminds me and walks away.

I sit up on my hammock and sigh. You're gonna be okay, Minho. You've survived worse. This is just a party with just a cute boy.

THOMAS'S POV

The party is going pretty well so far. There's a big bonfire and Chuck and just sitting on the ground, he's doing most of the talking. The other Gladers (that's what I've heard they're called) are having a good time too. Some are laughing, a sight I didn't think I'd see. A lot of them are drinking a questionable drink that smells strong. Newt walks over to Chuck and I.

"So Chuck, how's it feel to not be the Greenie anymore?" Newt asked, sitting down on Chuck's left so that Chuck was in the middle and I was on his right.

"It's pretty great that I can use my name now!" Chuck exclaimed. Newt chuckled.

"Yeah, Greenie, you're gonna have to deal with it for another month, but I'll let Alby explain more about the box," Newt told me.

Minho walks over to us with two glasses of the drink and sits down on my right.

"So, Greenie, I see you haven't had any of Gally's special drink," Minho observes and holds out a second glass of the stuff.

"No way in hell will I swallow a single drop of that shit," I tell him, turning my nose up. I remember Gally as the one in the crowd who laughed at me. I especially won't try it if it was made by him.

"Hey, Chucky there's something I've been meaning to show you, come on," Newt says. He takes Chuck with him and he looks back at us and winks. I blush. Has he somehow sensed my crush on Minho? I look over at Minho, and maybe it's just the light of the fire, but he looks like he's blushing too.

"Just try one sip, Greenie, you won't klunk yourself," Minho keeps pushing that drink.

"Fine, one sip," I give in and accept the cup. I hesitate than I just get it over with and take the sip.

"Ugh, how do you drink this shit?!" I exclaim, spitting the bitter drink out. Minho laughs and he has a nice laugh.

"What the hell is in this anyway?" I ask, the taste of it still in my mouth.