Insomniac

Back At It Again

Weeks passed and Charlie's sleeping patterns hadn't exactly changed. The night at the swing was the last that Thomas and Charlie ever spoke of her problem. No her accident wasnt brought up, just how she couldn't sit still at night. She didn't like to talk about it, people worrying about her all the time was just a pester.

Of course she was exhausted, who wouldn't be? But, it was just something that she was used to. The late night phone calls with her grandfather helped to wind her down though. He was her rock, that was the one thing she had always been sure about.

The old man was how she got through the nights, but during the day it was the cast.

Charlie, Ki, Dylan, Kaya, Thomas, and will all sat in the lounge room for their lunch break. Each one seemed glued to their phones, but Charlie embedded herself in her favorite book My Family For The War. She absolutely admired the courage and endurance that young Ziska had. It was something that almost reminded her of the way she thought when she was younger.

"I NEED TO LEARN THIS!" Dylan suddenly screamed from beside Charlie. Everyone resided in their chairs in almost a half circle, so when Dylan screamed it echoed in her ear. She jumped from her laying position kicking her legs harder into Thomas's lap.

After catching their breaths they all laughed. "Learn what?" Charlie asked peeking over the brim of his phone.

"This dance, watch!" Studying the screen she immediately recognized the dance and smiled.

"You dont know how to wobble?"

"Wobble?!? No! Do you know?!" His voice peeked with excitement.

As everyone watched the two converse, she just shrugged. "Kinda, I know the jist of it."

"Show me." He immediately pushed her legs off of Thomas. "Show me show me show me show me."

With a roll of the eyes Charlie chuckled brushing him off opening the song on her phone. "Wait! Wes has a speaker!" Ki hollered before dashing out of the room knocking his chair over in the process.

Soon enough he was back and her phone was hooked up. Wobble blared through the small JBL speaker and Charlie waited patiently for the chorus to start.

Suddenly, once it did, Dylan watched carefully. Each step, each move, everything seemed so complicated in his eyes. Some parts seemed pretty vulger, but soon enough everyone else was joining in as well. Laughter erupted from everyone as their entire lunch break was spent learning the dammed dance. Little did they know, producer Wes Ball was hiding in the background taping the entire event.

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2 - weeks later

Thomas stood next to Charlie, Charlie stood next to Kaya, Kaya stood next to dylan, Dylan stood next to Ki, and Ki stood next to Will.

An interview had been arranged for the Maze Runner Cast, and it started like any other. Now however, a twist was added. Their interviewer was explaining the game criminal.

Kaya and himself were the police, while the others were the criminals on the run. The goal of the game was to be the last one tagged by the police whom were Kaya and their interviewer. The young man seemed so excited to start.

Quickly Charlie took off her shoes and set them against the wall. The police were to count to 60 while the others took off.

All together Dylan, Will, Ki, Thomas, and Charlie ran off to a different room where the cameras followed them. There were plenty of exit points, one to their right, one directly in front of them, another behind. With only two police, they surely had a way out.

Other members of the interview crew waited patiently with them for Kaya and their boss to show up. Time passed, and questions were tossed back and forth about the movie, but eventually it was Ki who noticed something. "What's that?" He pointed to the exit before them.

A rush of adrenaline pushed through Charlie's body as Thomas firmly pushed her in a certain direction. In a spurt of laughter each person took off in their own directions, Thomas and Charlie sticking together at first.

Kaya was quick to go after Will, while the interviewer took off after Thomas and Charlie. "Split up split up split up!" Charlie screeched pushing through a door to a staircase as Thomas entered a nearby room.

Thankfully, as self centered as she sounded, the interviewer took off after Thomas.

She was quick closing the door behind her. Once scaled the stairs, she rounded the corner and made her way across the catwalk. The entire stretch was empty, but once she reached the exit door a figure flashed in front of her. Dylan was scared shirtless.

Both screamed and Charlie retracted as Dylan fell to the ground. "They're up here!" Thomas's voice hollered from behind Dylan. The interviewer must have tagged him.

"Go, go, go!" Dylan screamed pushing Charlie back the way that she came.

As soon as they were half way across the metal, Thomas was busting though the door behind them. He remained right on their heels as they pushed down the stairs and into the hallway. As fast as they could, side by side, Dylan and Charlie rounded the corner and dashed through the crowded area. Crew members like camera men, make up artists, and directions were sitting at their tables for lunch while the cast rose chaos.

Weaving in and out between people, Dylan and Charlie reached the stairs and began scaling them. As soon as she hit the second level of stairs though, an arm wrapped around her waist and pulled her backwards. She knew that it was Thomas. "Go Dylan! Save yourself!" She screeched as her body was tackled to the ground, his on top of her.

"Charlie no!!... Okay!" Dylan pleaded. However, shrugged he ran off in the other direction towards silver fire pole.

Holding back as much laughter as possible, Charlie rolled away from Thomas and he rose to his feet. "You know, your supposed to let the girl win."

As his hand extended forward for her to take, Thomas let out a breathy smile. "What fun would that be?"

Again back on her feet, Charlie smiled looking towards Dylan whom was celebrating by sliding down the fire pole. "He's a sore winner." She grunted taking the railing to the ground, Thomas stayed right by her side.

"If it helps, I got everything on go pro." He smiled tapping the camera on top of his head. Charlie just grinned shaking her head.

"Good, then you'll have this." She turned sharpily driving her fist into his shoulder.

"Ow! What was that for?!"

"For tackling me! O'Brien was just as close."

"So! You seemed more pleasurable to tackle than him."

"Pleasurable huh?" She somewhat cooed. Immediately his face began to turn shades and shades of red. "You're blushing Sangster."

"You can be very manipulating Sanders."

Before they reached Dylan and the others Charlie remained staring forwards and gave a crooked grin. "Oh Tommy, you have no idea."