The Maze Runner Imagines

How Do You Say 'I Love You'?//Gally

Prompt: Both you and Gally have some unrealised feelings for each other...

"Gally?" You ask, slightly innocent sounding, although everyone in the Glade could never use the word innocent and Y/N in the same sentence. "Do you think you could build me a ukulele?"

Gally turns to you, first surprised but then slightly amused, "Hmm, probably not."

Your sweet somewhat persuasive smile drops into a frown, "Why not?"

He drops to a crouch and gathers a few logs into his arms, "One, I'm busy. Two, you annoy me." He lifts the pile of logs up as he stands up, and then makes his way over to the larger pile of wood.

You follow behind him like a lost puppy, trying to keep up with his long strides, "Oh please, you're just piling up wood for the bonfire, anyone could do that!" You watch as he throws the logs onto the pile and flinch a little when a deafening crack echoes through the Glade, "And I do not annoy you, not one bit. You just don't know a good thing when you see it."

"Ha-ha." His voice is full of sarcasm and grumpiness, but you just ignore his moody self, it's not like he's never not moody anyway. "I'll make a deal with you."

You instantly smile, "I'm listening, Captain Gally."

He frowns for just a moment, "Don't ever call me that again."

"Yes sir, Captain Gally."

He puts his hands on his hips, but for once in his life he doesn't push on to lecture at how much you annoy him and how disrespectful you are to everyone else but yourself, "You, and you alone, can move these logs while I get started on your ukulele."

"What?" You gasp, staring back at the logs behind you, "I can't lift them!"

He raises his eyebrows, "I remember a certain someone saying that 'anyone could do that'."

You cross your arms over your chest and frown, staring at your feet for a moment as you think. "You promise to make me a ukulele if I lift them?"

"Promise."

"Fine!" You walk away from Gally and reach the pile of firewood. It hasn't been chopped yet which only makes it harder for you. You grab one end of a log and pull it out from the pile. You proceed to drag it along the grass, stopping abruptly to take a breather.

Newt appears out of nowhere and bends down to pick up the other end of the log but you snap at him immediately, "No! I have to do this alone."

Newt raises an eyebrow as he looks at you suspiciously, "...Why?"

You wipe the sweat from your forehead and then lift up the log again before using most of weight to drag it across the ground, "Because, Gally said he will make my ukulele if I did this –all by myself."

Newt let's a laugh escape his lips before shaking his head, "He is one cheeky bugger."

You drop the log again and squeal when it almost hits your toes, you jump back in fright, but what Newt said makes you wonder, "Why? I mean, it is a little unfair but-

"Gally doesn't know the first thing about making instruments."

"You're kidding."

"Unfortunately, I'm not."

"That damn shank!" You run from the log and Newt, your wild eyes searching the Glade for the slinthead who made you look like a fool. You spot him with his Builder friends on a picnic table, his feet up and a nice, cold drink in one hand. You sprint towards him, and the shock that overcomes his face makes you grin.