Kept Quiet / The Maze Runner / Minho

Chapter 11: Indestructible Flowers

Song: Little do You Know by Alex and Sierra, Chasing Cares by The Snow Patrol, and All of Me by John Legend

Minho's POV

"I-I-Do you want me as more than just a friend?" Helen nervously questioned.

"No."

Where the shuck did that come from? I mean't yes! Say it you slinthead! I couldn't say it no matter what. It felt like someone clamped my mouth shut with a flattening iron. I panicked as I heard a deflated, "Oh," from my only hope. I tried to move my crossed arms, but I had no such luck. I even focused on my fingers and eyebrows but none of them were listening. Without another word, Helen awkwardly turns around with the saddest face I've ever seen on her. It doesn't look good on her and it makes me want to beat up the shank who made her feel that way. In this case, it was me, but I couldn't even do that because of my non-responsive limbs.

I finally felt my eyes move but they just opened wide in panic. I silently watched Helen glide away, but at the last second of her departure, she began to run. She went out of my sight, and that was finally when my body relaxed. What the shuck just happened? It was like my was conscious speaking to me to not tell her that I liked her. It was my chance to tell her and yet being the "toughest shank" I was, I couldn't tell the truth for the life of me. What was wrong with me?

I brought my wrist to my eyes so I could rub them and see if that actually just happened. I need to go after her. It looked like someone just killed her puppy right in front of her. The feeling of the butterflies turned into complete anxiety. I didn't think about what I was doing anymore as I jogged the path of Helen's.

Before I ran into the Glade looking like a crazed Greenie, I put on my serious face, hiding the worry and guilt I had, and a pissed off expression. If I had an angry look on, no Glader would get in my way because I'd just punch them, knocking them off their feet of course.

I ran through the Glade looking for those dark chocolate eyes. After asking Chuck and Newt where Helen was, I started to think of various horror-filled situations. If Helen was that broken, would she go into the Maze? Would she even realize that she went into the Maze or does she just want to be alone? However much I knew Helen was strong and intelligent, she could still be jumped by hormonal boys. I couldn't let that happen to innocent Helen. She won't be able to scream for help and I doubt she'd be strong enough to take down some muscle-built Gladers.

Yes, she has been here for around 2 months, but that doesn't mean she's always safe. I've always had someone I trusted near her or watching over her so nothing bad happened. No, not in the Maze which was why I was terrified every day for her. God, I'm definitely shucking in love. Having love exist in this place was rare and it created hope that everyone needed. I needed to keep this feeling alive as well as Helen...so where the hell is she?

Scott, one of the Brick-nicks, (A/N idk if they are the same as Builders but I'll just say they are diff.) came up to me with a frown on his face. "Hey, are you looking for Helen because she seemed really upset about something?" I gave a curt nod so he could hurry up. I felt like I had to tell Helen the truth and if I didn't I'd feel absolutely gut wrenching. Even though I've never felt love before, I've been washed away, straining to find a branch that'll stop me from going any deeper. I might as well embrace it since its been 2 months of me fighting a losing battle.

"It was weird. Helen stood behind a tree that was close to the Bloodhouse and kept peaking around the trunk. After awhile, I decided to go ask her what the shuck she was doing when she scurried back to the Deadheads with her head whipping around. Minutes later, I'm here talking to your sorry butt."

I only grunted in reply since I don't trust myself to speak normally. I turned toward the Deadheads, jogging away from the ignored comment. I reached the trees, only receiving curious looks from some nosy Gladers. I pushed bright green leaves away from my vision as I worriedly looked for the long eye-catching brown hair. I heard a couple sniffles up ahead which made me baffled. Please tell me that Helen isn't the one crying. Please tell me that I wasn't the one who caused it. I closed my eyes as I got near the victim. "Hello?" I heard a couple hurried sniffs but no reply. Oh God, Helen.