Have A Little Hope [TMR Minho Fanfiction]

15. The Voice Inside My Head

Apparently the girl that came up in the box was in a coma. And with her being the last one ever? She can't be.

"Come on, we have to talk to newt now" Minho says, disturbing my taughts. "Whatcha thinkin' about?"

"Just the note, she's the last one" I sighed and walked out of our room and to the tree house to meet Newt.

As soon as we get there, Newt is already waiting on us. We climb up too.

"So, what's so important that you need to tell me?" Newt asks.

"Well, you know the cliff?" I said

"Yeah"

"Well, we think that's where the grievers go in"

And almost on cue Minho said "And where the grievers go in, could be our way out"

Newt looked at us like we were mad. His eyebrows were arched and he started laughing. "you think the grievers hole could be our way out? You're both bloody mental"

We and Minho looked at each other. "Newt, this is our last hope, we have nothing else to go by, nothing! So if you don't think for one second that it could get is out, you're mental!" I almost screamed.

Both Newt and Minho were shocked by my outburst. "She's right, Newt Its our last chance"

He sighs, obviously annoyed about all the commotion. "Fine. Find out more while your running, and if you have any further information, and then we'll call a gatherin'" He says, getting up.

We nod to eachother and then he starts climbing down the ladder, leaving me and Minho alone.

Minho peered over the edge, making sure Newt was gone. All of a sudden he hugs me in a bear hug, and we both fell, him on top of me. We both laugh, before he cuts me off by kissing. I switch us around, so it's me on top of him, and I continue kissing. He stops to take a breath, and starts slowly kissing my neck, making me moan. His hands left my face and we're slowly sliding to my waist.

I heard a creek behind us, and both mine and Minhos head snapped up at the sound. Thomas was there, turning into the colour of a tomato. "O-oh I-I didn't mean to-" He stuttered. Me and Minho quickly get off of each other, both me and Minho laughing.
"Um no it's okay. Is there something wrong?" I ask between giggles.

"Uh, it's time for dinner..." he mumbles, before climbing down the ladder.

We both get up, and Minho wraps his arms around me before whispering
"That was good while it lasted"

He let go of me, and started heading down the ladder, then me.

When we got there, Frypan was serving sausage and mash with gravy. Both Minho and I go up and get a dinner, and go sit with Newt, Chuck and Thomas. Uhh, let's hope he hasn't told anyone. As soon I sat down all three of them were staring at me. Minho was wondering, but then all of a sudden it was as if he was trying to hold back laughs.

"What are all you staring at?" I ask, a little annoyed. I could hear Newt chuckling. "WHAT ARE YOU STARING AT?!"

Then Chuck answered. "Wh- Um what's on your neck?"

I look down, trying to see what's on my neck before realizing that I can't.
I turn to Newt.

"What's on my neck?" And then suddenly it hit me. I had hicky on my neck. Oh my god Minho could have said something! All four boys started bursting out laughing when they saw how red I was going.

I hit Minho and hissed "Why didn't you tell me?!" He wraps one arm around my shoulders.

"It looks good on you" He whispered, making a grin appear on my face.