The Boat On The Beach

Chapter Twenty-six: Road Trips

Thomas was sat in the trunk of the moving car, watching the scorch roll past. He glanced around the car. Minho and Newt were sat in the trunk with him, reminiscing over times they'd shared together in the maze, laughing and smacking each other when the other brought up a particularly embarrassing moment. Gally and Frypan were pointing out cranks they drove by, and trying to guess what kind of life they had led before the end of the world in the back seats. Brenda was resting in the passenger seat, as Teresa drove in content silence. The conversations soon died out, leaving the car in silence.

"Do you guys wish you had your memories?" Brenda asked. Thomas blinked, he'd never really thought about it after they got out of the maze.

"I have mine, and I wish I didn't." Teresa shrugged.

"I'd like mine." Frypan nodded. "I think it'd be nice to remember my family, if I had one." Thomas nodded in understanding. It was Gally's turn.

"I think it'd be interesting to have them. I think it would answer a lot of my questions about who I really am, but I don't think I need any more memories to keep me up at night." The boy laughed quietly to himself. Minho chewed on his lip in thought.

"I think I'd like mine. Just to know what my family was like. But then again, if I don't know who they were, I can't miss them. But.I..I don't know. I think I would." he decided. Newt leant back against the car. "What about you Newt?"

"Nah. I mean, what is there to miss? I can make new memories with Sonya in the safe haven, I wouldn't want to remember all the pain she and I had to go through."

"But wouldn't you want to remember your family?" Frypan asked.

"I already have a family. You guys are the best family I could have. I mean, your all massive shanks but ya know."

"Aww Newtie, you were on your way to saying something sentimental there." Minho laughed. Newt elbowed him. 

"Tommy? What would you want?" The blond blinked at him. Thomas hummed in thought.

"I don't know. I never really thought about it after the maze. I vaguely remember being taken away from my mom, but that's it. I guess it would be nice to get some memories back. The nice ones." He decided. Brenda nodded from the front seat.

"I just can't imagine not having your memories. It's so weird to me." She shrugged.

"It is weird, and defiantly scary, when you wake up in the box." Gally nodded thoughtfully.

"I can't imagine that either. I mean, it sounds horrifying." She frowned.

"It is. For some more than others." Newt shrugged. "I mean, poor Chuckie klunked his pants three times." he laughed fondly at the memory. "I remember when I was in the box. I just curled up into a ball and tried to not think about what was happening." He rolled his eyes at his stupidity.

"I threw up." Thomas noted.

"I tried to jump in the lift, so it would break and I could climb out. Didn't work." Minho snorted.

"I just yelled and screamed." Frypan added on. Thomas was surprised the boys were being so open about their experiences. They wouldn't usually be so honest.

"I don't even remember mine. I'm pretty sure I passed out or something." Gally laughed.

"You threw up all over Newt when they got you out if I remember correctly." Minho laughed. Newt groaned as Gally rolled his eyes in embarrassment.

"I couldn't get the smell out for weeks." The brit laughed. Teresa suddenly gasped from the front.

"What?" Thomas asked.

"No way!" Brenda squealed, peering over something in the glove box. The boys in the trunk leant forward. 

"What is it?" Frypan asked. Brenda held up a cd triumphantly.

"Music?" Newt blinked.

"If it works." Teresa slotted the cd into the radio. The group held their breath as the speakers kicked into life. They all cheered and laughed happily. Thomas hadn't felt this good in a while. It was some shitty pop songs from the past. Brenda and Teresa started singing along happily. The boys just blinked at each other.

"Why do I vaguely remember this song?" Minho asked. The boys nodded in agreement, and a few songs later when the lyrics had come back to them, they were all singing along happily.

"I can't remember music!" Newt laughed to Thomas, his smile wrinkling at his eyes slightly. "But somehow I missed it!" He laughed. Thomas felt so high off of happiness he started laughing through his singing too, wrapping his arms around his two best friends. Suddenly, Teresa slammed on the brakes, forcing the three boys without seatbelts on into the back seats. They groaned and rubbed their heads. Thomas glanced up to see why the girl had stopped. In front of the car, there was a group of about twenty, with daggers in hand and rifles slung over their backs, standing in front of a troop of cars. There skin was healthy, normal. A group of completely healthy, not crank, humans.

"Bloody hell." Newt whispered beside him.