The Maze Runner Preferences

How You Met (As Children)

A/N: Suggested by VinzTea15 . I'm treating this as a notinthemaze universe.

Also now I get an excuse to post this song!!

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Gally:

To you, the first day of school was no big deal. You didn't understand why everyone was so excited about it, or why they kept asking you if you'd 'be okay'. Of course you'd be okay. At school, there were so many new kids to play with. You'd get to make new friends.

It was another girl's first day at school too. She cried. A lot. 

You didn't cry. Why would you cry? It was just school. This girl was way too dramatic.

At playtime, a boy approached you with a quizzical expression.

"What?" you asked him, after he'd stared at you for a good minute. "Staring is rude."

The boy kept staring. "Why aren't you crying?" he asked.

You frowned at him. "Because crying is for babies. I'm not a baby. I'm at school now. Crying is stupid."

The boy laughed. "Crying is stupid," he agreed. "I'm Gally."

"I'm Y/N," you replied, holding your hand out for him to shake it- like a proper grown-up. "Now move out of my way," you instructed him. "That girl's been on the swing for too long."

And, just like that, your tyranny over the playground began.

Minho:

When you were six years old, a new boy joined your class. Your teacher introduced him as 'Minho' and made him sit next to you on the mat. 

"Hello," you said, smiling at him. "I'm Y/N."

"Cool," he replied, barely looking at you.

At playtime, you asked if he wanted some of your chips. Minho said no; chips were boring.

You didn't think chips were boring. Minho was boring if he thought chips were boring. Still, you endeavored to be his friend.

At lunch, you asked him if he wanted to play tag. Minho frowned. "For real?" he asked, suspiciously.

"Mhm," you confirmed. "We play it everyday here."

"Every day?"

"Yes. Every lunchtime."

"Woah." Minho was in awe, but quickly composed himself and got over it. "You're it!" he yelled hitting you on the shoulder and running off as fast as he possibly could. You chased after him.

"That's cheating!" you yelled. 

Newt:

One day, your mother told you that she had a friend coming over to visit. Someone she hadn't seen in a long time. 

You didn't really care; adults were sooooo boring and they only talked about baking and money and husbands and stuff.

But then your mother mentioned that her friend had a little boy. Four years old- the same age as you. Suddenly, you were alarmed.

"I don't know what to say to him! He'll want to play boy games and I only want to play girl games! He's probably going to break my dolls and get my room all dirty!" you panicked, tugging at your mother's trouser leg.

"Darling," she said, crouching down to stroke your head, "Newt is a nice little boy. He'll be kind to you if you're kind to him, okay? I'm sure you can decide on something to play together."

"No, we can't," you replied. "We can't decide. He won't want to play my games."

Your mother sighed and reached into the pantry to pull out some snacks. "Just be nice, Y/N."

When Newt and his mother did arrive, Newt smiled at you and gave you a hug. You frowned, but hugged him back. 

"What would you like to play?" he asked you, still smiling.

You pouted at the ground, deciding to try your luck anyway. "Dolls," you answered.

"Okay!" Newt grinned. "My little sister has heaps of dolls and we play with them all the time. It's fun."

You smiled at him. Maybe today wouldn't be so bad after all.

Thomas:

"Hello," said a voice from behind you.

"Ah!" you screamed turning around to see a little face poking over your garden fence. "Who are you?"

"I'm Thomas," said the boy, who was probably about your age. "I live here now."

"No," you replied. "I live here. This is my garden."

The boy laughed. "Not in your garden, silly. In this house. On my side of the fence."

"Oh!" you exclaimed, suddenly understanding. "You're my new neighbour!"

"Yeah," he grinned. "What's your name?"

You approached the fence slowly. "My name's Y/N. I'm seven."

"Wow!" Thomas exclaimed. "I'm seven too! I turn eight in November!"

"I turned seven in March," you replied. "That makes me older than you because March comes first."

"No, but the November before that I turned seven. So I'm older," Thomas frowned, a little confused.

"But March comes before November. Always. Remember? January, February, MARCH, April, May June, November..."

"You got it wrong. You forgot July...and August...and September. You also forgot October."

"That's not very nice."

You met up with Thomas most days after that, to talk to each other across the fence. Thomas was always the smarter one, but you were pretty good at coming up with fun games for the two of you to play. You were an inseparable pair, right up and throughout your teenage years too, all thanks to Thomas' desire to climb the fence and say 'hello' that day.