Blank Spaces (A Maze Runner fanfic)

Chapter 8 (Lizzy's P.O.V)

We come out of the forest. Minho and Alby still restraining Gally.

"What were you thinking, Gally?" Alby says angrily. "Let's put him in the Slammer until we decide what to do with him." He says to Minho. They take Gally in a different direction than Newt is going with Alice. I decide to follow Alby and Minho. They throw him into a small, jail-like structure and lock the door behind him. Ably and Minho turn around, towards me, and walk past. Minho and I make eye contact before he passes me. I look at Gally in the Slammer. He's so pathetic it's funny. I give the slightest laugh and shake my head. I walk towards Frypan's kitchen because some people are gathering for dinner and I'm starving. I grab some food and sit on my own. Soon Minho joins me. He sits across from me and I give a warm smile.

"You saved her," He says. "You're the only one who heard her."

"It was just lucky. It could have been anyone," I look down at my food. Minho chuckles. Thomas comes over and sits down by Minho. "Gally is a bitch, isn't he." This makes Thomas and Minho laugh. Chuck then joins us.

"He is. I don't know what we're going to do with him. Should probably just banish him but he's useful around the Glade," Minho says. I pick at my food and notice Newt and Alice walking over. When they get food and come over I stand up and hug Alice then sit down again with her next to me. She's looking around and I know she's looking for Gally. Disgust covering her face.

"He's not around," I inform her.

"Good," she replies settling in to eat. I glance at Newt and nod to him when I notice he was looking at me. The walls start to close in the distance.

"So, how was the tour?" Thomas asks.

"Eh," I shrug.

"It was okay," my sister finishes my sentence. I look up from my food at Minho and he was staring at me. I quickly look back down, blushing. I mentally face palm. I am such an idiot.

"Eh?" He asks. "Was the grand tour not exciting enough for you?" He chuckles.

"Well, I learned you're Keeper of the Runners," I grin evilly, looking up. I stand up.

"Well, I have been wearing the same clothes the past two days and smell pretty damn bad so I'm ganna go take a shower." I say and walk away. I was wearing a white tank top with a blue V-neck T-shirt over top and dark colored jean shorts. I wear the tank top and shorts after my shower and it's about time to go to bed so I head to our place in the Homestead. When I get there I find Alice laying back looking up at the ceiling.

"Hey, sister," I say and sit down next to her. She sits up.

"Gally is..." she shakes her head.

"Gally?" I ask and she nods. We laugh slightly. Newt comes in his gaze falling on Alice.

"I know that slinthead is in the Slammer, but I don't think you should sleep here," he says worry lacing his voice. He rubs the back of his neck. I look at Alice, her face is bright red and she's chewing her bottom lip. I grin as she stands. She shoves me and follows Newt out of the Homestead. Nows it's just me. I sigh. I sit there for a few seconds then decide to go for a walk. I notice it doesn't get cold here. An idea crosses my mind and I grin to myself. I turn into the forest and find a big tree. I climb it and perch myself in a comfortable place where I won't fall in my sleep. I take my tennis shoes and socks off and place them on a branch. I lean back and look up in the sky. I feel another memory try to escape into my mind. I hear a twig break below me. I look down and see Minho. Of coarse it's Minho.

"I saw you come in here and was wondering what you were doing," he grins. "of coarse you're in a tree." I laugh and he starts to climb the tree placing himself in a place where he won't fall slightly to the side of directly in front of me. I look up in the sky. I feel the memory again. It's there but I can't quite grasp it.

"So, Liz, what is with you and trees?" He asks. I continue to look up at the sky and answer absentmindedly.

"I don't know. I guess it's just a way for me to get out away from all of this craziness. The confusion, the people, all this crap that makes life seem hopeless. We all joke around just to disguise the truth, that things are really bad. And here I don't have to listen to all of it," I realize how deep what I just said was. I shake my head. "Sorry."

"No, you're right," he says as I look back at him. I smile and lean back and drift off to sleep, looking up at the night sky.