Awake

The Maze Runner - Newt, Thomas & Minho #1

 It was almost 12 am and here you are, watching F/S on Netflix. Sounds like you? Thought so. The episode ended, leading you into saying, "Dammit. Another cliffhanger!" while pushing the 'next episode' button. The new episode started, making you smile wide. As you were enjoying it, someone knocked on your door.

"Ugh. It's shucking midnight," you complained to yourself. "Who is it?" The knock continued, this time, louder. That someone on the other side completely ignored your question and unfortunately for you, your apartment didn't have any peephole to see who it was. And with grunts, you got up from your couch and went to the front door.

You live alone and you know much dangerous life is out there. And that's why you rather spend your nights on the couch with your best buds Newtflix (sorry not sorry) and a whole lot of fictional characters. You opened the door carelessly, not worrying who was at the other side and was sure that this was not a big deal.

Boy, were you wrong.

Three guys, about your age, was standing there. Looking at you up and down, they exchanged glances at each other. You looked at your clothing- typical fandom hoodie, sweatpants, messy hair in a bun and your typical Converse. Normal enough; but not compared to these guys. They looked at you as if you were from outer space and not a girl who was caught off guard watching her favorite show.

These guys were familiar; they were wearing dirty clothes, sweating and looked like they were just back from survival from the woods. One of them is an Asian, his eyes darted at you. A smirk was on his face, confusing you even more. The other one looks British to you, with blonde spiky hair, a smile that will melt your heart and hands on his hips. Beside him was a guy who, despite the others, looks as clueless as you were and you seem to like this one.

It was 5 minutes of silence and staring until the Asian dude piped up. "Not gonna ask us to come in, will ya?" His voice sounds so familiar and you immediately smiled. "Why should I?" you said, with a sly smirk, hoping the name and history of this mystery man to come to mind. "She's not even half bad," you could hear him whispering to the blonde one. "Tell her."

The blondie sighed as if he was giving the news of how someone's whole family died. Or Tumblr broke down. "Just.. get us in. We're all kinda bloody tired. Please?" In some way, he knows how to comfort you. "It's a long shot, but just..." he sighed for a moment, cleaning his shirt. "Please?"

"Sure. Just don't say please again. I have a thing with please." you said, remembering page 250 and how these guys seems to be related to that idea. And then it slipped your mind, just as they took a seat down on the couch. "Oh. My. Bloody. Hell." you said, pausing after each word to calm yourself down. You bit your lip, stroke your hair and your fingertips. You did basically everything to calm yourself down.

But the fact that these guys are from The Maze Runner? No shucking way.

You just couldn't control yourself. "N-newt?! Minho? Tommy?!" You should have known- The Sass King attitude, the Shy Blondie and the Clueless guy. They all fit as the Ivy Trio! They all looked as stunned as you are, muttering, "W-wait.. How?"

"Shuck. How'd.. How'd ya know?" Minho was the one who said that, while the other two were speechless. How do I break this to you, kid? Straight to the point? you thought.

"You're bloody fictional!" Hurm. Straight to the point it is, then,  you thought.