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~Chapter 20~

Warning(I think?)-- Spoilers to The Maze Runner series.

On the way home, it was how it normally was. Except, it was a bit tense because of the accident. I know, it's a bit weird to be traumatized by a crash like that, but some of us did get somewhat major injuries. So, it's a bit scarring. Mitch just didn't talk, and the others passively fooled around. Music came on, we all sang of course, some of us may or may not be able to talk because we sang too loud and lost our voice. Now, Mitch is laughing at us since we can't sing anymore. Dammit. Once we make it home, we all crash on the couches, even though it's like, 5 o'clock. Man, I don't know, I don't keep up with the time. All I know is that I could fall asleep at any moment. Meanwhile Vikk, is wide awake. "Why don't we go and do something else?" Vikk suggests. Jerome just pulls his head up from being buried in the couch and says, "Why don't we sleep." A few murmurs of agreement go around the room, and I just nod, even though no one looked. Eh, I didn't feel like talking. My voice hurt from screami-singing. I mean singing.

So, Vikk just went upstairs, and after a few minutes, he came down. He held a very thick book in his hands, and opened it up, sitting down on the couch. Since I had nothing better to do, I watched him. I would find my eyes drooping every so often, but Vikk would then turn the page, which is very loud when you're tired. His eyes would narrow every once in a while, and he would make a upset, and sometimes confused face. Mostly upset, since he's a genius with everything he does, and he knows legit everything. Like, you remember that stuff in school you hated, and you barely remember any of it? Well, Vikk knows it. All of it. No exaggeration. Anyways, back to Vikk's uncanny facial expressions. At one point, I could read his mind, and one of the characters was dying.

'Wait.....why did Teresa die?  They were so close to the flat trans.... she should've been able to do something! This is so stupid. Then again, she was stupid enough to cheat on Thomas- technically not cheating but in my heart it was- with Aris, and then to think everything was all chill. No. That's not okay. Well, actually, this isn't stupid, she's stupid. Ugh. Books, man. And yet, I'm reading this book for the fourth time.' His mind is somehow closed off from my , and the voice stopped. I choose to look away from him, seeing as I've invaded his thoughts. And stared at him. But, what else is there to do when everyone else is asleep? Whatever, I still have Zzzquil if either of us need it. But I doubt it, since it's only 7 o'clock. I've lost my sense of tiredness, so I decide to adjust myself into a more comfortable sitting position. 

Almost on queue, Vikk lets out a loud sigh and tosses his book onto the table. "What happened?" I asked, referring to the book. "Newt died, Teresa died, Ratman died, thank god, and they escaped to a new world." Vikk says monotonously, considering he's read the book so many times. "Ah. Mazerunner, right?" I ask. He nods, before saying, "Almost done with the fourth time of reading the series." He says. "Dude, I legit just finished the first one, and I was too emotionally distraught to read the next one since Chuck died." I say, cringing at the memory. I legit finished that book in one day, and I was so pissed off the next day. 

Vikk just chuckles, pulling us both into an awkward silence. "So, what do we do now?" I ask, messing with the hem of my shirt. Vikk doesn't respond, so I assume he's thinking. After a moment, I lopsidedly turn my head to look at him, to find his head slowly falling as soft snores emit from his mouth. I nearly wake him up, but I forget the thought, standing up. I've lost my train of thought, and my motivation to do anything at the moment. What was I doing? And yet, I don't have the urge to drift asleep anymore. All of the guys are stacked up on the couches, Vikk acting as the odd one out, sitting on the far end on one of the couches. I sigh, turning back to the staircase. Maybe it'd be best if I slept too. I wouldn't want them to wake up only to find me missing...I think for a moment. A few minutes to myself won't hurt, will it? It'll just be a mere 20 minutes or so. Why not?