Gladiolus ~ The Maze Runner

2~10: On This Episode of Dance Moms... A Traitor!

A/N: say it with me... NOT edited bc I'm braindead. ANYWAYS this chapter is gonna be a doozy and you guys might be mad at me but hey, I'm just following the plot. I hope you enjoy!

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 I felt very warm waking up this morning, experiencing joy for the first time in months. I'm tangled up in the blanket next to Thomas, my head buried in the crook of his neck, his arms wrapped around my frame.

Some giggles erupt nearby, with shushes following. I lift my head up and my cheeks flush as I make eye contact with a gleeful Minho and Frypan. "Moooorninggg," Minho grins. They start giggling some more.

I stick my tongue out at him and lay back down. Thomas stirs next to me, pulling me back to him. "Hey Han," he mumbles sleepily. "Don't get up yet."

"We have a situation," I whisper back, hiding in his chest, terrified to see Minho's face again.

Thomas sighs, pulling me closer still. "Don't care. I don't want to get up. Gah!"

Minho's face pops over us. "Morning guys! Make any kids last night?"

Face red, I let Thomas handle the situation. "No, Minho, now shut up," Thomas grumbles, still tired.

"So are you guys together yet or what?" he asks. Thomas looks down at me and I meet his eyes. We grin. "Something like that," I say.

"Finally!" Minho hoots.

"Shhh!" some random person orders. Minho makes a mocking face in their general direction before turning back to us. "C'mon you shanks. Breakfast is being made right now, and I gotta say, it smells pretty good."

Thomas and I sit up slightly to watch him leave with Frypan, who's grinning at us. Thomas looks over at me once they're gone. "Something tells me that breakfast is going to be awkward," he says, and I burst out laughing only to be shushed by another person.

"We could go back to sleep," I offer, but then my stomach grumbles.

Thomas smiles. "Nah you need to eat. C'mon."

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When we exit the tent and make our way to our friends, I immediately regret getting up. Every single person looks extremely amused as Thomas and I sit down by the others with our breakfast.

"Soooo, what exactly happened last night?" Newt asks.

"Uhhh... well..." I glance at Thomas, who shrugs. Guess I have to do the explaining. "We talked outside."

"That's it?" Minho snorts, folding his arms. "You talked and then suddenly decided to snuggle in for the night because you guys are just best friends?"

"Nothing happened, Minho!" I exclaim. "We made good decisions."

"Did you at least kiss?" Fry asks. My face goes red again.

"Yes. We did," Thomas said for me. "And it's official now. So, how about we talk about something else?"

"Like what?" Newt asks, before he gets sidetracked. "Hey, I'll be right back." He gets up and ditches us, heading for Aris.

"New topic right there for us," I say, nodding at Newt and Aris. "Fry, you better explain some things to me."

"What?" Thomas asks. "When did that happen?"

Fry rolls his eyes. "You guys are oblivious. They've been super close to each other this whole trip. They talk a lot too. I don't really listen in much, but they seem very interested in each other."

"Hmmm," I think aloud. "Have they made any moves to get together or anything?"
"Not really," Fry shakes his head. "Just a lot of flirting. But, I wouldn't be surprised if some moves are made in the next few days. Newt really likes him."