I'm a hopeless romantic so I write stories about The Maze Runner's Newt or Thomas Brodie Sangster. Most of them are sweet but some are heartbreaking. Thanks for reading and voting! :)
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Greenie day, aka my favorite night of the month. It was the night the boys and I could forget the maze with a jar of Gally's infamous drink in our hands or shoveling food down our throats. We could party as if we had nothing to worry about while laughing with our friends. It was something normal teenagers did.
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I was sitting beside Newt who had, like usual, only one jar to get him through the whole night. Me being the responsible girl I was, decided to only have one myself so I wasn't too drunk or tipsy at all. We were always comfortable around each other so it was easy for us to get lost in a conversation.
Only the conversation was quickly interrupted by a drunk glader. Minho stumbled over to the two of us with a jar in each of his hands. He giggled to himself while shouting for our attention.
"Hey, hey guys! Watch this!" He tilted the one jar over the other until one jar was empty and one was filled. He laughed hysterically while moving the gross liquid back and forth. That was, until he tilted the cup too far and let the contents spill out... directly onto my shirt.
"Minho! You bloody idiot!" Newt yelled while sitting up. Minho just shrugged and whined about how his glass was now empty. I stood up and touched the giant stain now in the center of my shirt. Great, now I was gonna have to request a new shirt in the box so that I don't constantly smell like alcohol.
"I'm gonna go take a shower. Try and get some of this drink off me," I said wiping a few drops of the drink off my arm.
"Do you want me to keep watch?" Newt offered. Typically when I showered, I would have Newt or another trustworthy glader stand guard at the door, since my first day here, two boys tried peeking in the shower curtain to take a look at me. Newt caught them and from then on stood guard.
"No, no I should be alright. They seem occupied enough at the moment not to notice me. Thank you though." I smiled at the blonde haired boy and walked off to my room to grab all the essentials.
After grabbing them all, I went to the bathroom and set the stuff on the counter. The box didn't send up a lot of toiletries but I had enough. I had shampoo, conditioner, a bar of soap, a razor, and a hairbrush. It wasn't much but I was lucky enough to have even that so I couldn't complain.
