For As Long As I Can Remember

Truth Or Dare

Minho woke the next morning to a surge of cold water against his face. Looking up he saw Newt holding the door to the cell open, as he tossed the now empty bucket over his shoulder.

"Get up shank," Newt smirked down at him, "You're going running."

Minho met Ben promptly as the walls were opening to reveal the maze. His shirt was still damp from his crude awakening but he knew it would dry over the course of the run.
"Way to go with Gally." Ben winked before he sped off into the maze. Minho followed him with a grin surfacing on his face.

When they got back Newt was there to greet him with a smile. Ben hit the showers but Minho stayed to talk to Newt. He was walking fine on his own most of the time now. The cane lay by his hammock as a precaution but, like he was now, he was fine on his own two feet. He was shaky and had a severe limp but he was up and going again. Alby had made him his second in command. Some gladers, Gally being the most vocal, did not like his new position. They thought he didn't deserve it but Minho thought he was a wonderful person for the job. He knew and was friends with every other glader as well as he had a gift for dispelling issues. Newt was blabbing on about various business and how great Alby was for giving him the position when Minho interrupted him.

"We have tomorrow off right?" Minho asked.
"Yeah!" Newt grinned, "I got my first Greenie in a while."

"And your first initiation night in a while."
"I'm bloody excited!" Newt exclaimed.
Minho laughed, "Don't drink too much."

"When do I ever?" Newt rolled his eyes and punched him lightly in the chest. Minho grabbed the other boy's arm and twisted him into a headlock in retaliation. He watched the blond hair spill from out behind his elbow with a laugh. He wasn't hurting Newt, merely inconveniencing him.
"Let me go you shank!" Newt huffed attempting to twist out of his grip.

Minho adjusted his grip tighter, now squeezing him slightly, "What do I get out of it?"

Minho felt Newt's hands pushing against his chest. They got him nowhere. "What do you want?" He asked with his words muffled into Minho's bicep.
"I can have anything?" Minho teased as he jabbed a hand into Newt's lower stomach making him squirm.

"You arse!" Newt yelled followed by a quick laugh, "Let me go!"

Minho gave Newt just enough room to stick his head out into the open and look at him. He was smiling and his face was bright red with fluster written all over it.
"I'm not a fighter." Newt looked Minho in the eyes; brown reflected in blue, "I'm a lover."

The Greenie showed up the next day and Newt took him on. Minho came to find that days off were more enjoyable when spent with Newt. But he couldn't imagine asking for him not to show the Greenie around. It brought Newt such joy and he was a natural at it, wonderfully comforting and informative. He was lost to his own thoughts when he wasn't running. He couldn't stop seeing the way Newt had looked at him when he'd been trapped in his arms: big blue eyes and dimples focused completely on him. He felt mixed up inside about this. He wanted to see Newt more but he also did not know what to say when he was around so whenever he brought the Greenie near where Minho was, the water trough or the common area mostly, Minho couldn't tear his eyes away from the blond boy. Whether Newt knew he was staring was unknown to Minho. If he did know he did a good job of pretending he didn't know it. That was up until dinner. He sat down across from Minho and the greenie sat hesitantly beside him. He was a moderately sized boy with a hooked nose and dirty black curls that stuck up in peaks dotting his scalp.
"You see this bloody shank right here?" Newt said to the greenie as he gestured at Minho. The greenie nodded and Minho raised an eyebrow, "Keeper of the runners. Big arms and," Newt smirked before saying, "Kept looking at me all damn day!"