For As Long As I Can Remember

The Maze Runner

AN: Wowee folks it's been a long time... I could give you a thousand and one reasons for my absence; but lets just say that life got in the way. I went through a little bit of a hard time recently and fell into a rut. I wasn't able to do the things I loved (writing is one of these things). It was an awful feeling. But I'm feeling much better now. I'm headed for new and better things in my life! I still plan on keeping writing a part of my life :) I've been working on more original content and semi original content which i'm very happy with and hope to one day show the interwebs. Until then enough about me; here's the minewt:

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Minho woke when the sun bled through his eyelids only to find himself alone in the tree house. He stood up and stretched the night out of his body before climbing down into the glade. There were people already bustling around. Minho was weaving through the crowd when a shoulder caught his. He turned to see Newt smiling back at him.

"Hey sleepy head," Newt grinned at the blush creeping onto Minho's face as he remembered the events of last night, "Ben's been looking for you."

"Oh. Yes." Minho tried to shake the heat from his cheeks, "We should've started running a while ago."

"Well you're already late, so you better get a move on." He smiled lightly while shooing Minho towards the maze.

Minho quickly checked over his shoulder then leaned in close to Newt's ear to whisper, "I kind of wish it had rained again today."

Newt found himself grinning as he watched Minho head towards the maze.

Dinner rolled around and Minho took his seat next to Newt. Newt smiled his familiar smile and for the first time ever Minho felt his hand on his knee under the table. It almost made him blush but he stopped himself. No one could see it. It was under the table after all.

Hand holding under the table was only the beginning of Newt's more daring signs of affection. He was testing the limits and Minho was letting him go further than he thought he would. It was touch under the table that had started it all. Then it progressed to knees touching during campfire and even hand holding before bed when the others were fast asleep. It had seemed that almost every other night the two would sneak out in the middle of the night for some alone time. Some night's they'd retreat to the tree house for well needed alone time but this was not one of those nights. Tonight they lay just behind the sleeping quarters: Newt lying perpendicular to Minho with his head on his chest. Newt let out a small yawn and Minho asked:

"Sleepy?"

"No." Newt lied.

"You are. I heard the yawn."

"Fine I'm sleepy." Newt twisted his head so he was no longer looking up at the stars but now at Minho's chin. He noticed that there was a fine stubble dancing across it. He must not have shaved in the shower today. Newt wasn't much better. His hair had gotten extremely long in the past month, as he hadn't bothered to cut it. He made a mental note to do that tomorrow on their day off.

"Maybe we shouldn't stay up like this so much." Minho suggested.

"No, no, no." Newt let his forehead brush against the coarse hair on Minho's chin, "I wouldn't miss this for the world."

"I hope the world doesn't try."

"You'd think the universe would be smarter than to try." He felt Minho's chest bob quickly with laughter. Newt smiled to himself. At least he'd be able to nap during the day tomorrow; it was greenie day.

After breakfast Newt told Alby he was taking a nap and to wake him when the greenie arrived. Alby gave him flack for staying up too late but obliged nonetheless. Newt then went back to the sleeping quarters with a yawn and a full body stretch to nap, and push his haircut back a few more days. It was unimportant really.