𝐒𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐁𝐎𝐘//𝐆𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐘𝐗𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑

Minho Likes Chicken

Hot water dug into my back, relaxing my muscles. I relished the feeling of cleanliness as I scrubbed each and every part of my body. Massaging my head with shampoo and then finally rinsing. The soft fluffy towel I was provided dried my wet skin.

I lay in my bunker after Newt had locked me in and sprawled out, staring at the nothingness. Another day done, roughly seventy trillion to go. With nothing to distract me minutes blurred into hours. Eventually I couldn't tell if my eyes were open and I let sleep snatch me from the world.

"I love you. Please know that I love you." My eyes snapped open and I gasped shooting upwards. Newt jumped at least three feet and screamed.

(25 days until the next greenie)

"What the fuck!" I yelped.

"What in the bloody hell was that all about?!" Newt was trying to recover from the scare.

"What do you mean?! I panted holding my chest. "I just heard this fuckin' weird voice in my head! I though some crazy chick was right by my ear!" Newt had nearly composed himself.

"I was just wakin' you up you lunatic!" I scrambled to my feet, even though everything in my body begged for me not to.

"No! You don't understand! I heard a chicks voice!" I tried to make him understand. "I swear to God if there is one!" Newts eyebrows furrowed, his voice cracking as he said.

"Oh great. So know you think I sound like a lady!"

"No! I swear Newt-" He cut me off.

"Alright that's enough. You've been hanging out with Chuck to much." He motioned towards the door. "Come on let's just get you to work." I protested.

"But!"

"Slim it." Huffing I stormed to the bathroom to change. After a delicious Frypan breakfast I headed off to the fields with Newt. Zart, the awkward boy from the gathering, was the keeper. He assigned me pulling weeds next to him.

My mind was still stuck on that ladies voice. As I worked I kept one hand on the back of my neck, rubbing it repeatedly. It seemed like my nerves were still buzzing from the mornings wake up. A voice pulled me from my obsessive thoughts.

"So we never got to meet officially but I'm Zart." He was set up working by my side and gave me an earnest smile along with a small wave. I felt the corners on my mouth climbing up my face. He seemed okay even though he looked big and brooding. Zart continued clipping his scissors at one of the plants.

"Hi. I'd tell you my name but I forgot it." I laughed at the last bit." He gave me a warm look.

"Hey it happens to the best of us." Zart seemed nice, maybe even kind? He reminded me of one of those candies y'know, first they're sour than they're sweet. We worked side by side in the mornings start of heat. My fingers moved nimbly, ripping little weeds out of the earth.

By the end of the day I was exhausted. My hands dusted with dirt and blisters had carved themselves into my fingers. I straggled over to the kitchen, salivating over thoughts of cold frosty water. After getting my food I passed by Zart table. I gave him a tired smile adding a quick nod. This earned several whoops and shouts from his table.

"Woo hoo!"

"Zart has a girlfriend!" Several boys jostled him around patting him on the shoulder.

"No way!"

"Nice man!" Zarts face flushed a brilliant scarlet and he couldn't bring himself to look at me.

"Ooooh Zart and the greenie sittin' in a tree,
K-I-S-S-I-N-G." The other boys joined in crying the chant out loud. Zart sank his head in his hands from embarrassment. I stopped and visibly rolled my eyes.