Together Till the End

Chuck

Chuck was happy.

Not just sorta happy but happy happy.

That didn't make much sense.

But that's how Chuck felt.

A few weeks ago, he had made it to the safe haven and was reunited with Thomas and all his other friends. Now he was free from WCKD, and the Flare, and those nasty cranks, and everything.

So Chuck was happy.

And the best part was, since he's younger, Vince never made him do much work.

All his free time was spent just messing around.

Usually, he hangs out with Thomas since he recovering but his bullet wound finally healed yesterday. Since he was better, Vince put him with Newt and Minho to explore the island.

So Chuck was alone for the rest of the day.

That was okay though. He already knew almost everybody. Somebody was bound to be free enough to do something fun with him.

Chuck decided to find Frypan first. He was always cooking up something good.

Or was it called baking?

He shrugged. It didn't matter. The point was that it was good.

Chuck jogged over to the kitchen to see Frypan furiously cooking (baking?) something for lunch.

Frypan's back was turned so he didn't see hm arrive. He was probably too focused on trying to chop the carrot and not losing a finger. Chuck didn't blame him for not noticing his arrival. He wouldn't want to lose a finger either.

The younger boy walked over and pushed himself up onto the counter (after a few failed attempts) to wait. He kicked his legs watching Frypan for a few until he got bored.

"Hey, Frypan mah man," he said at last. "What are you making?"

Frypan's head snapped up in surprise, nearly cutting his finger. He turned around and relaxed with a smile when he saw Chuck.

He went back to chopping, still smiling. "Hey Chuckster," he said. "What're you doing here, man?"

Chuck shrugged even though Frypan wasn't looking. "Got nothing else to do. Thomas is out with Newt and Minho or something. I was hoping you could keep me from boredom."

   "Sure!" Frypan said, putting his knife down. He walked over to Chuck with a different knife and a bowl of potatoes. "Can you peel these for me?"

   The boy jumped down from the counter with a scoff. "Of course I can."

   As a matter of fact, Chuck could not peel potatoes.

   A few potatoes later, Frypan made him stop, muttering about his potatoes being "mashed potatoes now". Chuck thought that was what he wanted but apparently not.

   Frypan politely told him maybe cooking wasn't his thing and told him to go try helping someone else.

   At least now he knew it was called cooking.

   Chuck sighed, kicking a loose stone as he walked around the camp. He wished Thomas was back already. He was always fun to hang out with.

   Hey!

   That's a good idea.

   He could go find Thomas.

   Chuck ran off to go ask Vince for permission but then stopped.