The seven stood talking and discussing the latest inside jokes.
They laughed pretty much non stop.
Along with talking about randomness they also listened in on the conversation the three gladers were having near by.
They boys kept falling which only made them laugh harder.
However, the gladers were thought to be hot by the shiver shantees.
Lindsey in particular wouldn't stop staring at the one named Thomas.
She was practically drooling over him.
She couldn't stop staring and none of them seemed to notice.
The weren't even looking at the girls they were staring just behind them at the wall they referred to as the bridge.
The bridge was named after an inside joke just like the "god" that they "praise".
Thomas, Newt and Minho would all glance over at them once and a while though.
Lindsey was sure that they were checking out their "hotness" or something like that when they actually looked at them
She was almost convinced that Minho was staring dead at her.
She really liked Thomas but if she had to she would settle for Minho.
Minho kept putting his hands on his hips as well which reminded them of when the saved their shuck butts and he was all sassy about it.
They seven decided that they were going to make a plan on freaking them out and maybe getting them to join there group of people.
They wouldn't be shiver shanties though.
"Hey, I call Thomas. The rest of you can work out who calls who, but we need to get them to join us and maybe we can lead them out."
Lindsey said.
