Next day
I don't know what had happened to the drinks last night, but can I just say that everyone was totally jacked! I came back from the deadheads having thrown up just about everything I had eaten at dinner, fell into my hammock and the lights went out...
The next day I woke up with a splitting headache and clearly Chuck didn't quite get the jist he came running towards me hollaring, "Hey, y/n! You need to go to a meeting, don't know what about but it seems pretty heated!" I winced at the sound of his loud voice but knowing I was needed hurried off. "Thanks Chuckie!" I waved to him already running.
When I arrived in the meeting room the atmosphere was intense. Minho was talking to Newt who was shaking his head, Gally was yelling something about the 'slammer' and Alby just overlooked, ready to step in when needed. "Um, hi?!" I muttered, everyone stopped and looked at me, Thomas smiled, "so y/n, wanna be a runner?" Newt stared at him in utter disbelief. "A what now?" I questioned, "you know run the Maze, with me and Thomas, find a way out... All that fun stuff." Minho grinned. I looked around, "I would love to," I looked up and saw Newt look madend, "as long as it's not an issue." Newt looked at us all and limped the few steps towards us, "hey you know what sure! Go get yourself killed. It's not like I care!" He turned around and stormed out. I looked around the group, "I'll start tomorrow?" I offered, Minho nodded and I ran out after Newt.
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How We Met Again
Fanfictionyou knew Newt even when you came up in the box, a greenie with no other memories except your name. I don't own any of the maze runner characters, they belong to James Dashner and the actors belong to themselves.
