𝐌𝐎𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐒𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐒, Minho

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟏.𝟓 || "Breakfast?"

"Get up."

Jennifer shouted directly into the boy's ear. Mitch pulled his brows into an annoyed expression as he reached out for the girls face, shoving her away. He was readying himself to fall back into slumber untill he felt himself being yanked out of his bed and onto the floor below him.

Whoever did this most likely thought he would jump up with joy and have a burst of energy. But they would be very wrong. Instead, He folded his arms under his head and closed his eyes and drifted back to sleep, muttering uncomprehending words between go away and five more minutes.

But apparently no one in the glade could take a hint.

"Get up and go eat you lazy shank." Minho's voice came from next too the boy, the loudness of his voice made mitch snap upright and caused their heads to clash together, earning groans from both boys while Jennifer laughed like a hyena.

Mitch went to climb back into bed, ignoring both of his friends who were talking over one another, "Just give me Five more minutes."

"You said that last time and slept for a day."

"Well why didn't you wake me after five minutes?" Minho, without Hesitation, grabbed Mitch and proceeded to pull him out the room and into the open area where everyone was up and moving.

Mitch, letting himself be yanked around, waved at most people while others he just gave a blank look, others like thomas who waved at him. Thomas, growing use to the boy, waved it off like it was nothing.

Jennifer skipped behind the two, throwing cheerful greetings to everyone she passed.

"Why are you so happy."

The girl looked towards Mitch,"Why are you so gloomy?" She returned the question.

"Touché."

Once they reached the Food hall, Minho dropped his hold on Mitch who moved too one of the seats furthest away from anyone he would have to speak too. But, like he mentioned earlier no one on the glade could take a hint. Because as soon as he sat down he was joined by Jeff, Winston, Gally and Chuck.

Minho, Clint, Jennifer and frypan following soon after.

Mitch was definitely not in the mood to speak to anyone unless necessary. He let out a noise of hidden frustration before bringing his head down onto the table. Silence wasn't like Mitch. Yes, when he talked it was mostly rude comments or telling someone they are doing something below his standards, but silence? Not like him.

Minho glanced down at the blonde with slight concern seeing as every morning he Hordes his food down his throat and proceeds to ask everyone near him if they're gonna eat whatever they have on there plate. But this time his plate sat next too him, untouched.

He lowered his head too Mitch's ear, giving a nudge to tell the boy it was him so he didn't receive a punch too the face, "Still need those five minutes?"

"If you even mention mapping the maze, I'll feed you too the goats." Minho chuckled lightly under his breath from the hollow threat.

It was definitely not a hollow threat.

"You need to eat. Can't have you passing out in the middle of the maze." Minho states, hearing Mitch scoff under his breath as he sat upright. He ran a hand through his hair before he leaned onto his arms.

"You look like hell." Gally informed casually, shrugging and going to elaborate when mitch looked up at him with a quizzing look. "Meaning you look-"

"Amazing? I know. I get told alot." Sarcasm dripped from his words as his tone showed signs of bitterness towards Gally when all Mitch was trying to do was enjoy the thoughts in his mind. But Mitch could be rich with all the pleasures in life and his mood would still be deflated. His happiness stood nonexistent as he sat beside his friends who were conversating with each other like the previous day never happened.