florence and antony's conversation had faded into an oddly comfortable silence, the two opting to stare out into the wilderness as a mess of thoughts flower through each of their heads. well, that is, until a familiar voice broke them both out of their trance.
"antony!" it was minho. "antony, i need to talk to you," he panted, slowing his jog to a stop. florence watched as minho took in the scene at hand, and his features scrunched into confusion. "and florence...?"
she rolled her eyes. clearly newt hadn't caught him up on what happened when he was stuck inside the maze, because if he did, minho would surely recognize that, while they still obviously hated each other, there was also a new sense of appreciation that flo had for the boy. right?
"what's up?" antony asked, rising to his feet, florence following in suit. she pressed a hand back against the tree trunk, steadying herself while minho made his way up to them.
"i don't know if you heard," minho began, voice quiet. "but this morning, all of our runners quit. thomas," he looked behind him briefly, "wants to go into the maze, find the griever her killed, do a little... investigation. i need people to come with us."
"so you're asking us?" florence's eyebrows furrowed.
minho shook his head in an instant. "no," he disagreed. "i'm asking antony, you just... happened to be here." his eyes gave her a look that she couldn't quite read, but it was enough to make her blood simmer.
"well, i have no issues preventing me—" antony began before florence put and end to his sentence before it was ready.
"uh," she interjected. "i do. i have a problem. first of all, gally will lose his ever-loving mind if he finds out, especially since thomas is already on thin ice, and secondly, if anything happens out there..." she trailed, face paling as her eyes avoided both boys' gazes.
"we'll be fine, flo," minho reassured. "we're just... looking for answers."
"everyone wants answers minho," she said with a shake of her head. "but something tells me, given our struggle for over three years, finding answers isn't going to come easily."
"what if you come with us?" minho and florence paused at antony's proposal.
"what?"
"i mean, if something happens, if somebody shucks up or is shucked up, you can help us without the risk of trying to run back and not having enough time."
antony wasn't necessarily coming from a bad standpoint. flo actually liked the idea of it, the idea of being a part of the mission and the fun while also being able to help if they needed it. "yeah," she slowly agreed.
"no," minho shut down. "absolutely not. i'm not putting our one good medjack — no offense to clint and jeff, they're great, just not... you — anyway, i'm not putting our one good medjack in danger."
"oh," she snorted. "but you have absolutely no issue of putting literally anybody else in danger? who else is going?" she demanded.
that's when minho seemed to falter.
"well?" flo raised her brows. "go on."
"fry is definitely going—"
"okay!" she declared, arms thrown up in defeat. "i mean, you can't risk your medjack, but you can absolutely risk the one person who can cook food in this place?" she looked at minho expectantly. "come on, minho, you don't get to just try and protect me. i've made it this far, let me help out."
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teenage wasteland ;; the maze runner
Action" don't cry, don't raise your eye. it's only teenage wasteland." she arrived just the same as everyone else. scared, confused, and lacking fifteen years of memories. the only difference, however, was the fact that she was a 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭. nevertheless, f...
