Gally Imagines

=FOUR= Gladers are Weird

Flames licked the pyramid of branches that they boys had set up, causing the weak timber to crack and pop, sending up sparks into the dark, night sky. Shadows flashed across the constantly moving Gladers, as if you were looking at them while blinking rapidly. Long, wolf-like howls, laughs and deranged shouts from the boys mixed together in a chaos of noise. You sat alone on a log surveying the scene, not really wanting to be a part of it, but not really wanting to be alone either.

You felt strangely out of place sitting there, alone, the only girl amidst a tumult of...well, somewhat crazy boys. You searched their dancing silhouettes, trying to find someone who looked trustworthy. A friend. But no one stood out to you. Well, no one that is except the rather good-looking boy sitting on a log on the opposite side of the fire.

Gally.

He was good-looking, you had to admit. You'd noticed this from the moment you'd set eyes upon his tall, tough, muscular, build and handsome face. He sat a bit hunched over, with his arms on his knees, staring absentmindedly into his glass jar filled with the brown liquid that he had apparently concocted. Every once in a while he would nod, as if listening to the other boys that were sitting near him, but you could somehow tell that his mind wasn't really among the howling boys and flashing fire. Just as you were beginning to get lost in the lines of his jaw and the flickering shadows across his face, Gally suddenly looked up and locked eyes with you. Butterflies leapt into your stomach and you quickly tucked a strand of hair behind your ear before he glanced away. He raised the clear jar to his lips and took a swig of his whatever-you-call-it, and laughed along with the other boys as if that "look" had never happened, or at least, that it hadn't fazed him.

Feeling somewhat awkwardly-disappointed, you glanced into your own jar of liquid. The reflections of the jerking fire danced across the top of the watery-brown substance in the jar, and you realized that you could partially make out your own reflection. Staring at it for a while, you decided yes. Yes, that is, that you were pretty. Not that you could remember the faces of other girls, nor that you thought yourself overly beautiful, but you were pretty, you decided. With that, you looked up confidently once more.

Eat your heart out, Gally!

~Time Lapse~

It was getting late. They fire had mostly died down, and the boys were hardly full of the energy that they had had in the beginning. As a matter of fact you were tired yourself, but the prospect of sleeping atop the Lookout Tower wasn't exactly thrilling.

Finally Alby said 'goodnight' in a way that even you knew meant that the bonfire was over, and to your surprise, Gally started rounding up the other Gladers with his deep, enchanting voice...wait, no you were still mad at him...anyway, the boys started making their way towards their hammocks, then Gally turned and noticed you.

"You too, Greenie," he said forcefully with a somewhat stern expression, eyebrows furrowed.

Suddenly, it was as if everything went into under-water mode. You were briefly conscious of the dying fire, the dark walls of the Maze surrounding you, and the cold breeze, but the only thing that you were fully aware of, was Gally. How tall he was, how imposing, how strong...and then you realized that you were moving towards him, your feet seeming to move on their own, lost in depth of his eyes.

Slowly, as if in a dream, you walked closer and closer, searching for something, something in his eyes, though you did not know what. Gally at first didn't seem to realize what was happening, and for a moment it looked as if he was considering ordering you to bed again, but then he met your gaze. He hesitated, unsure, his harsh expression slowly morphed into one of slight annoyance, and then confusion, but he did not move. You paused, standing in front of him, the features of his face burning themselves forever into your memory: his firm jawline, his nose, his fantastic eyebrows, and his eyes. His eyes. His deep, green, magnificent eyes, full of mystery and intrigue, boldness and pride, strength and commanding force. And then, in a flash, you saw it. What you hadn't even known was there, but what you'd been searching for. Deep in the depths of his eyes, hidden away underneath all of his imposing strength, you saw kindness. Tenderness. A boy. A boy who desperately needed someone to love him, though he did not know it because he had buried it so far inside of himself that he had forgotten that it was there.

And you knew. You knew that you were his. That somehow he, and you, had been waiting for this moment for a lifetime, though, you couldn't tell why or how, you just KNEW. And in one, quick motion, you placed your hands on Gally's cheeks and pressed your lips against his. There was a brief moment of complete and utter silence-no birds, no voices, nothing-in which you and Gally were the only two people left alive in the Glade.

Then, suddenly, the spell was broken as quickly as it had come. You slowly pulled away and stared into his blank face for a moment before finally turning towards the Lookout Tower.

As you walked to the base of the ladder that lead up, up and up, you wrestled with the conflicting emotions inside of you. Happiness that you had kissed Gally, sadness that he hadn't responded in the way that you'd hoped, and confusion about what had happened in that sudden, brief moment.

But in that moment that you had kissed Gally, everything seemed right. It didn't matter that you couldn't remember your name, or that you didn't know where you were, or what was happening. All that mattered was Gally, and with him you were home.

You reached the top of the Lookout Tower. It was very cold, but you discovered that someone had left blankets for you along with a badly battered pillow. You peered over the edge of the Tower to find a green, barren Glade deserted in the moonlight.

You sighed and laid down, closing your eyes and imagining the press Gally's lips against yours.  Their warmth and tender security.  Suddenly you were snapped out of the fantasy by another horrifying shriek. You sat bolt upright. That Griever cry was much, much closer. Strange... But no one seemed to be panicking down below, so you laid back down once more and slowly faded from the Glade and into the realm of dreams, knowing that tomorrow things would be different between Gally and yourself.

You'd make sure of that.

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Just wait until "tomorrow!" Haha! You are in for a surprise! x)

(HINT: Gally's feelings for you are going to show!)