A MAZE RUNNER TRILOGY
"And one day someone walks into your life,
a total stranger, and they become so important
to you. And while you're only known them such a short time,
you feel you're loved them for a lifetime."
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FIVE MONTHS BEFORE ▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃
The messy-haired ginger's head throbbed as she slowly blinked her eyes open. The aftermath of the moonshine left her feeling like a herd of Grievers had decided to rampage inside her skull. She winced as she tried to sit up, the pain shooting through her head with each movement. Glancing to her side, she found Newt peacefully asleep, a faint smile playing on his lips. She laid back down for a moment— too drained to move.
A voice cut through the fog in her mind, causing Madylin to squeak. It was Minho, standing at the entrance of the hut with a shit-eating grin plastered on his face. "Well, well, what do we have here?" he taunted. "The lovebirds are awake and tangled up like a couple of vines." Confusion crossed her freckled face as she reached for the blanket to cover herself, even though she was fully clothed. "Morning after, huh?"
Madylin glared at the Korean boy before realizing her head was throbbing too much to muster a retort. "Says the one barging in here like a Griever," she muttered, struggling to sit up. Again.
Minho just laughed and teased, "Looks like someone had a little too much fun last night." He smirked at Madylin's disheveled appearance.
"You're not wrong," she conceded, pressing a hand to her temple in a futile attempt to ease the ache. "And you're not helping either."
Newt shifted next to her, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. "What's going on?" he asked groggily, glancing at both Madylin and Minho. His voice had become ten times hotter, sending butterflies through her stomach from the raspiness and depth mixed with his already attractive British accent, but now was not the time to become horny.
"Nothing much, just Mads looking like she wrestled a Griever," Minho chuckled.
Madylin rolled her eyes and winced, massaging her temples. "Thanks for the observation, Minho," she muttered sarcastically.
"You're absolutely welcome." Minho teased, stepping further into the hut.
"Give us a break, would ya, mate?" Newt grumbled, throwing a protective arm around Madylin.
"You two better freshen up real quick. The box will be here in a couple of hours with a new Greenie, and I don't think Nick or Alby would want you smelling like last week's slop," Minho remarked, his tone half serious, half playful.
Madylin sighed, understanding Minho's words. She needed to shake off the effects of the moonshine and get herself together before the new arrival. Regardless of what Newt thought, she was determined to be the one to greet the Greenie. "I'll get up in a minute. Just need a moment," she murmured, swatting Minho away.
