Finding Neverland (Newt x OC x Minho)

Bonfire

MIA'S POV

Everyone gathered in the middle of the glade. There was a green field where the wooden logs stacked in the middle. Newt was with Thomas, sitting behind the log, Newt was eating the skewers and I was sitting beside Thomas. I leaned on his shoulder listening to his questions to Newt. Thomas couldn't remember his name but he remembered me. Newt was talking to him about the maze. 

He told Thomas everything about the maze. He then gave Thomas a jar of beverage, I didn't know what exactly was in it but Thomas immediately spat it out. He said it was gross. I tried a sip and threw up. By threw up means throwing everything out of my gut like what I did in the morning when I got here. Newt rubbed my back and injected the magic liquid Jeff gave this morning.

I was not really used to the parties and all. I climbed up to the watch tower and rested there while watching the boys messing around with each other at the party. I heard someone followed me up the watch tower. I looked to find Minho standing behind me with his hands crossed against his chest and his arm muscles bulging out. I didn't say anything and just looked down from the tower.

"Why didn't you come down and enjoy the party?" he asked.

"I can't stand parties," I said.

"Same here, can I sit here?" He asked and I nodded my head.

"How long have you been here?" I asked, trying to make a conversation.

"Three years and two months," He answered and smiled at me.

"What's in the maze?" I asked.

"Terrors. I can't find any way out. The maze changes every night." He told me after sipping the Gally Liquor.

"Hey, Greenie. Did you remember your name?" he asked me again.

"Amelia. Call me Mia," I smiled as I looked up to the stars.

"I think this tower would be my best hideout," I said again.

"Well you knew me, Newt told you my name. But yeah, it's Minho," He offered a handshake and I replied the handshake. "Please do enjoy my company because I'd like to watch the stars from here." He grinned.

"Be my guest," I smiled and leaned on his shoulder.

"How's your gut? Is it still churning?" he asked.

"I can't stand the drink. But it's okay. Jeff got the work done," I smiled.

"He remembered his name," Minho grinned as he heard loud voices from down below.

"Who?" I asked.

"Your brother. By the way, who's older? Is it him or is it you?" He asked again.

"We are 16. Tommy is older than me by 16 minutes. How old are you?" I asked him back.

"I am now 17." He said.

"Why did they choose you to be a runner?" I asked.

"I was one of the longest glader ever. Back then, it used to be three of us. Newt, Alby, and me, no one else are here. You wanna be a runner?" He asked.

"Naah, too weak," I joked. Well my condition is not the greatest though. I mean I have high intolerance of all kinds of alcohol, and I can't stand doing heavy sports even though I am a good martial artist.

"Well, if you need anything, I'm all ears and hands for you. You can count on me, little sister," He grinned.

"Thanks, Minho," I said. Without us knowing, we spent the whole night at the watch tower until a screech came out of the maze. I jumped from my seat and shivered beside Minho. "What was that?" I asked.

"That was the sound of a griever. It's a scary hideous beast living in the maze. That's why those people held your brother back from coming into the maze." He explained as I nodded my head. "don't ever think to come into the maze with or without me. I'm afraid of losing anybody else into the maze. I'm done losing friends," He said, pulling me closer to him.

"Am I a friend?" I asked, challenging him.

"You are of course. I promise I won't ever let you into the maze. Now, let's go to the homestead. I'll show you Newt's room." He said as he lead me down the watch tower.

"Minho," I called him.

"Yes, Mia?" He looked at me.

"Thank you for tonight. You are my second friend after Newt. You made my first day at the glade better," I said as we walked to Newt's room.

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"Subject A3, Amelia. 13" Chancellor Paige called her name and shot the tracker at the back of her neck. "She is an immune. A twin sister to Thomas," She continued.

"No, You can't send her first." A man around forty of age barged into the room. "At least not yet," He yanked a boy the same age as her, "Put him first," He said.

"Newton, No!" the little girl cried as soon as That man broke of their intertwined hand.

"Say goodbye to Lizzy for me," The boy shouted. The boy looked familiar, He was fourteen of age. Tall, messy dirty-blonde hair, and a thick British accent.

"A5, Newt" The guy shot a tracker down the back of the boy's neck and proceeded the memory swipe.

"NEWTON!" I screamed as I shot awake, I panted as I cried.

"Hey, I'm here. I'm Newt though," He tried to joke.

"They took him away from Lizzy and me," I cried. All of my body was trembling. Those chunks of memories coming to my nightmare seemed so real.

"Mia, I'm Newt. I'm here," He hugged me as he turned the bedside lamp on.

"I'm sorry," I cried on his chest.

"It's okay," He rubbed my back. "They didn't wipe that much out of me." Sat by the edge of the bed.

"What did you remember?" I asked.

"You, Tommy, Minho and I had known each other before. They gave us names and that's all I had remembered. That's why I wanted to protect you as soon as you arrived here. I know you," He smiled and ran his hand through my hair.

"I'm sorry I need three years to finally be able to come and see you again," I leaned on his shoulder. "Newt," I cooed.

"Yes?" He looked at me.

"Can you sleep with me tonight? I'm afraid the memory will come back and haunt me." I leaned on the headrest.

"Absolutely, Mia," He scooted beside me and hugged me closer to him.

"Nighty, Newt." I drifted asleep.

"Nighty, Mia," He kissed my forehead.

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Subject A1: Teresa "Mother Teresa"
Subject A2: Thomas "Thomas Alpha Edison"
Subject A3: Mia "Amelia Earhart"
Subject A4: Alby "Albert Einstein"
Subject A5: Newt "Isaac Newton"
Subject A6: Ben
Subject A7: Minho
Subject A8: Gally "Galileo Galilei"
Subject A9: Winston "Winston Churchill"
Subject A10: Jeff
Subject A11: Clint
Subject A12: Zart "Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart"

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