Lovers Lies || Thomas

3 - Survival

HANDS gripped Sandra's arms, shaking her softly as she groaned, muttering a few curse words in the process. Like always, she had a dreamless sleep and that was how she wanted to stay. Sleeping in her crappy bed.

"Come on, Sandy," Carlos said in a hushed tone. "I gotta go in the maze soon and you gotta be in the kitchen to start breakfast with Fry."

Sandra groaned again with a small cry while slapping her brother's hands away. "Just five more minutes."

Carlos rolled his eyes, walking around her bed. The girl went straight back to sleep, unaware that her older brother was going through his clothes until he found a green jacket. Without warning, he picked her up, throwing her over his shoulder.

"Carlos!" Sandra shrieked, her eyes flying open to see their shared hut getting further away from her. "Put me down!"

"Not happening little sister," he chuckled, ignoring a few of the boys up before six, watching them with confused faces. "Five more minutes would've turned into an hour."

Sandra huffed, bracing her hands against his back to keep herself upright. "I don't even have any shoes, Carl! It's also cold, just an FYI."

"And that's exactly why I got you your shoes and one of my jackets," he said, nodding at an amused Alby who was walking toward the kitchen.

Minho who was seated at one of the picnic tables with Ben, waiting for breakfast to be ready. At the sight of the siblings, he started laughing and Sandra flipped him off in the process.

"Good morning to the Glade siblings," Frypan chuckled, standing in the doorway with an apron in hand for Sandra.

"It's not a good morning," Sandra grumbled.

Carlos placed her back on her bare feet and she cringed at the cold gravel, only making her more annoyed. The siblings didn't share a word as he handed her his jacket and her shoes.

"So, what's for breakfast on this fine morning?" Minho asked, still sitting at the table with a cheeky smile.

Sandra slipped the jacket on, starting to put her combat boots on quickly. "I just go here, dumbass."

"Still not a morning person then." Ben whistled. "Let's just hope she doesn't poison your food, Minho."

"She loves me too much," Minho said with a smirk.

Sandra rolled her eyes, taking the apron from Frypan. "I hate you," she muttered, walking into the kitchen.

Frypan laughed behind her before they both started making breakfast in the quiet kitchen. By the time they were done, more of the Gladers had woken up and Frypan stood at the big open kitchen window, serving up eggs, bacon, and even pancakes that Sandra added chocolate chips to.

Sandra filled up a basket full of sandwiches, fruit, and water bottles before walking out of the kitchen and over to the table where the Runners were, some talking while others stretched.

"You boys have chicken and cheese on your sandwiches today," she informed them, raising her voice over the chatter as she placed the basket down on the table. "And apples with fresh water."

"Thanks, Sandy," Carlos said, taking a water bottle and sandwich out of the basket before placing a kiss on the top of her head.

"Mumma Sandra taking care of us like usual." Minho winked at her, only to quickly take his food and jump back before Carlos could hit him.

Alby joined them, shaking his head at Minho as the other Runners grabbed their lunch. "And you wonder why Carlos wants to hit you so often."

"Trust me, Albs," Sandra started, pushing her loose hair out of her face. "Everyone wants to hit him at one point or another."