The secret of the maze | Thominho fic

Chapter 2

Minho waited impatiently outside Newt's hut, wondering what was taking him so long. ''Hurry up. We're going to a bonfire, not a shucking wedding!'' Minho was wearing his usual blue shirt and a pair of black trousers with a fashionable pair of sunglasses. He checked his watch. 8:30. After about 45 minutes of waiting, Newt finally emerged. ''Are you joking? That was the first outfit you showed me!'' Minho exclaimed in disbelief ''So it's not good enough. I get it'' Newt replied ''No, no its fine. Let's go,'' Minho said guiding Newt towards the bonfire.

''There you two are! What took you so long?'' Alby asked ''Newt and his shucking fashion show'' Minho sighed. Alby chucked a little, ''Now the party can get started!''

Minho and Newt were what you could describe as popular in the glade. Everyone knew who they were and you either hated or loved them. They were the life of the party. Minho being the cool and charismatic one, Newt being the drunk, funny one. Newt had already helped himself to a few beers by the time Minho came over to him to ask about something. ''Hey Minho,'' Newt said with a wide smile brandished across his face. ''Come with me, we're about to play some games.'' Minho said cheerfully. Newt stood up and followed him to the bonfire. The keepers and a few others were about to start a game of uno when the they approached. Alby invited them to play and they accepted the offer.

''PLUS 4 GALLY! HA!'' Minho screamed at the boy. Gally looked like he wanted to kill Minho but just picked up his cards. Newt nudged Minho ''What?'' Minho whispered ''Over there, look at the greenie's hand.'' Newt replied. Minho looked over, not really paying attention ''What exactly am I supposed to be looking for?'' ''Just look, you shank'' Newt replied, slightly annoyed. Minho put his cards down and stared. ''I still don't see anything'' he replied. Newt grabbed his face and pointed it in the right direction. Minho looked around for a few seconds and finally spotted what Newt had seen. It was... a stick. Really? ''A stick?'' Minho exclaimed. Newt looked defeated and just went back to their game of uno. What the shuck? Why is he so bothered about a shucking stick.

The fire began to die out, so most people began to head to bed. Apart from Newt and Minho, that is. ''Remember when Alby tried climbing up that tree and was too scared to come down?'' Newt said. They both burst out into laughter that echoed through the night. Not long after that, though Newt was knocked out. His head lay on Minho's shoulder when Minho spotted something on the other side of the fire. It was Thomas. Their eyes locked and Minho saw something. The thing that Newt was trying to get him to see earlier. It was a ring almost identical to Minho's. A tint of light shone off it from the fire and Minho spotted a letter engraved into it. M. 

Minho was about to walk over to the greenie when he passed out too. He carried Newt over to his hammock and went back for Thomas. Minho squatted down and took a look at the boy, he was kind of.. attractive. Minho pushed that thought to the back of his head and picked up the greenie, trying to figure out where his hammock was. Eventually, he found it. It was right next to chuck's and had a thin, dusty blue blanket atop it. He lay Thomas down and began to get up. Suddenly, a hand grasped his shirt and dragged him down on top of the greenie. Thomas murmured something into Minho's ear before wrapping his arms around him. Minho fell asleep quickly with the warmth of Thomas' body beneath him.