Needing You | Gally X Reader | Tmr | The Maze Runner

Chapter Eleven: Minho = Godly Rizz

There had been another two Greenies. They were alright (I guess) but it's just same old, really - both smelly, stupid boys.

I had started to become really bored in the Glade and the repetitiveness of it so a little over a month ago I had written a letter to the Creators asking for a couple sketchbooks. To my extreme surprise, they complied.

I'd also been struggling to sleep recently so pretty much every night I sat on the Watchtower drawing the sky. It sounded dull to other people but for me it wasn't.

I loved the stars. They looked so pretty. Thousands of them were scattered across the sky, illuminating it, the small specks reminding me that there was more to life than the stupid Glade and Maze, giving me hope that one day I could have more.

I didn't know how many more opportunities I would have left to see the stars as in here you could die at any given second. That was why I drew them. For me, it was a way of remembering them for longer, an excuse to look at them more.

I hadn't really told anyone that I did this. I think a part of me worried they'd think it was stupid and pathetic - they're probably right - and I didn't want them to have another excuse to pick on me or single me out.

Drawing also really helped to clear my head. I was constantly in arguments with Derek and Gally and, quite frankly, it was exhausting and stressful. I tried to stay out of their way, but for some reason that just never worked.

However, Michael and Minho and Newt had all been big helps. They did their best to distract me or cheer me up as they could see I was slowly becoming more and more miserable; the Derek/Gally problem paired with my hope of escaping rapidly dwindling wasn't putting me in the best mood at the moment.

Once I had finished sketching the stars, I got my things and headed back to my hut, desperately craving sleep.

The next day, it was absolutely boiling. Unfortunately, with the heat also came the disgusting, shirtless boys prancing around the Glade. It was gross. I hated it.

"Jules, come help me get some vines," Gally instructed, standing up from his workbench.

"Aye, aye, Captain." I did my salute (something I was doing more and more often because it massively annoyed him), smiling, then followed him into the forest.

However, something seemed off about him. He had been acting weird all day. What the hell was going on with him?

"You okay, Gally?" I asked.

"What sort of question is that?" he replied, stopping, furrowing his eyebrows.

"I dunno, you just don't seem like yourself today. What's going on?" I didn't really know why I cared that much. In all honesty, I didn't. I just wanted something to talk about.

"Nothing," he grumbled, then carried on walking, quicker than before.

"You sure?"

"Very."

"It's only that-"

"Do you ever shut up?" he snapped.

"Not really, no."

"Great," he muttered, rolling his eyes.

We eventually made it to the West Wall where we began chopping vines. Once Gally was happy with the amount we had collected, we went back out of the forest.