Fervency

CHAPTER: N I N E T E E N

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When they arrived at the fire, there was something different about the music they were playing.

"Do you hear that?" Elodie asked the boys. "Oh yeah. We found a music box in the stuff that came up with the girl."

"It came with a load of discs." Minho explained. Elodie found the source of the noise, only to find Thomas and Chuck messing with it. They were both sprawled out on the ground with a plethora of different CD's laid out.

"Cool." she awed, taking a seat on a log beside them. Chuck laughed and then urged Thomas to play his favorite.

"You mean this one?" Thomas sent Chuck a look, before pulling out a CD that was labeled "The Spice Girls". Once he placed the disc inside, Minho snatched the cover from his hands.

"The Spice Girls?" Newt read from over his shoulder.

"Thomas, you're really embarrassing me right now." Minho rolled his eyes. When he looked up he found the runner lip synching the words to the song "Wannabe". Immediately he threw his face in his hands, causing the others to boom with laughter.

"Chuck, did he have some of Gally's cider?" Minho wondered.

"Yes I did!" Thomas answered for the boy. Chuck continued to laugh, while Elodie clutched her sides, struggling to breathe at lack of oxygen.

Finally, the group settled down, but not for long. They all took turns testing out the music until finally, the group of Gladers decided to dance.

"Hey where you going?" Chuck called to Elodie. "To get some drinks of course, I'll be right back!" On her way to the Kitchen she bumped into Frypan who had been busy preparing dinner.

"Just who I came to see" She stopped between him and his grill.

"Let me guess..." he stopped in front of her, "you want some cider?"

"You know just what I need" Elodie laughed.

"Sweet-talk me all you want but.." he reached inside the pantry.

"But?" She asked, eagerly waiting for a response.

"But it's working. How many?"

"Just three."

"Hope they're not all for you" Frypan laughed. "Nah. They're for the guys. You should come join us."

"Only if you promise to put some food in your stomach first." he negotiated. Elodie took an Apple from the table and showed him.

"Where's your protein?"

"I'll get to it!"

"That's not all for you is it?" Minho came up from behind her and snatched a jar from her arms. "Hey!" she shouted, as he unscrewed the lid and took some gulps.

"I'm helping you!" he said once he was finished.

"Yeah, yeah."

Frypan rang the dinner bell and in an instant the kitchen was flooded with Gladers. On the menu was hamburgers and there was a heaping plate of them. Elodie gave in and decided to get some food since she was already in between it all.

"What're you doing with two of those?" She heard Newt's voice from behind her. "It's for me-" Thomas pushed through to grab the drink but was swatted away by the track-hoe.

"Tommy" He stopped him, "look at me. You're cut off." Elodie laughed along with Chuck who had just now joined their side.

"Surely that's not your meal for tonight, love." Newt turned to Elodie with eyes full of mirth.

"I was going to give it to you" she replied. She held it up in the air and continued,"Now I think it's-"

"It's mine!" At lightning speed, it was snatched out of her hand by Minho.

"That's Newt's!" Thomas pushed through the crowd in pursuit of the runner. He ran and ran until he tackled Minho. They both were sent tumbling down the hill with a glass of extremely shaken up cider.

"This is gonna end bad..." Chuck pointed out. You could already see the foam building up from beneath the lid.

"It'll just explode on em." Elodie shrugged her shoulders in a nonchalant fashion. The three of them laughed and then finally retrieved their food. Newt was able to get himself a new jar of cider in the process. 

The three of them sat at a nearby picnic table, watching as Minho and Thomas proceeded to fight over the cider.

"I bet..." Elodie leaned forward, setting her chin on her hand. "Thomas is gonna win this one."

"Now why do you say that?" Newt wondered, before taking a bite of his burger. 

"Well...." she took a drink, "For one: drunk people are unpredictable. You'll never know what move they'll make next."