𝐒𝐮𝐚𝐝𝐚𝐝𝐞- a nostalgic longing to be near again to something or someone that is distant or that has been loved then lost. "The love that remains."
a love between a hopeless girl and a hopeless boy.
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It isn't that bad of a day. I guess.
Minho dragged me over to the kitchen. AKA where Frypan and GALLY...ahem...are staying.
I still haven't talked to him since the fight, and we don't plan on saying anything to each other. period.
I awkwardly walked in, looking everywhere to avoid Gally's gaze, and I'm guessing so did he. At least we both agree on not talking.
He kept bothering me; I know it was a rude thing to shut him out all of a sudden, but i just needed a moment. He literally started yelling the second I didn't reply. Dumbass.
"Are y'all serious right now." Frypan rolled his eyes; he was ready to give us both a punch to the face.
Minho casually went outside, so he won't help with anything. His excuse was 'telling Alby and the Gladers about the picnic'.
great! All of the Gladers. A picnic. Crowd. Socializing.
Everything I hate in one exact same topic.
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Everyone was productive; each Glader helped out with a certain thing. The cooks and slicers started preparing the food.
The track-hoes setting up the sheets on the grass so we can sit down.
The builders were picking up some picnic tables from the lunch area and placing it in the middle of the glade.
The baggers and the runners were basically either helping or lazily sitting around. Minho is one of them.
Med-jacks were cleaning the place up, preparing the baskets to place the food in and helpi,ng out the track-hoes.
It's pretty decent. As much as I hate everyone, I still love this place.
"Yo Rae, can you help me out with this...." Rae? Gally? Why the fuck is he calling me. He gives me a punch to the face the other day and he has the audacity to call me over? ugh.
"No, I'm busy" I could literally see him scoff at me even when my back was facing him.
"With?" he huffed whining a bit.
"I don't help grumps." I crossed my arms. I'm NOT talking to him today. Not a chance.
"Oh, stop this nonsense and get over here. Or I'll tell Alby you're not helping."
