runnerette || the maze runner fanfiction **UNDERGOING EDITS**

❥ 1.2

A rapping sound of metal against wood wakes me abruptly from my slumber.

I sit up and look around, trying to register where I was. Memories of the Glade all flood back. I sigh and flop back into my hammock, staring through the roof again. It looked to be about a half an hour before dusk. Pretty, despite the oddly - colored sun.

Three more quick raps snap me out of my thoughts.

"Uh, hello? Sweetheart? Are you in there?" It's the one with the accent, the one that pulled me out of the Box.

I sit up abruptly for what seemed like the billionth time today and turn towards the flowery sheet. "Come in." I say whilst rubbing my eyes, voice raspy.

The boy peeks his eye around the corner, most likely just for another reassurance I was decent, then pushes aside the sheet and ducks under the posts supporting the sheet. He leans against the wall with his arms crossed, ducking considerably.

"Morning sweetheart." He says, laughing as I yawn and roll over facing away from him.

I close my eyes. "You and I both know it's not morning."

He laughs again. "Not the point." The boy walks around to my side of the hammock and sits down with his legs in criss cross applesauce, his elbows on his thighs and his hands against his lips. We both stay still for about a minute until he speaks again.

"I was supposed to wake you up an hour from now, but I couldn't wait any longer." He pauses, thumbing at his lip. "I'm just really curious. Do you know why you're the only girl?"

"I haven't really thought about it." It's the truth, I haven't. But I do now. I realize how lucky I am. "I don't even know my own name."

"Oh don't worry about that love," he says, looking up at the ceiling, "you'll get your name back in a day or two. It's normal."

"You're saying forgetting your name is normal?" My heart thuds against my chest. I want to know so badly.

"I remember when I didn't know my name." He recalls, his eyes clouding over with memories. "I didn't want it to be anything boring or out of the ordinary. Boy was I disappointed." The boy chuckled softly at his own joke.

"Your name can't be that bad." I turn to look at him.

"Oh, but it is. I'm not telling you."

"But I'm going to find out eventually. I'd rather hear if from you."

"Would you?"

"Oh come on!" I almost fall out of my hammock.

"Okay fine." He's silent.

"Go on. I can't keep calling you 'the one that pulled me out of the Box.'" I fling my hands to my mouth to stop those words from falling out, but I'm too late.

"Who did you call me that to?" He turns his head towards mine.

"No one! Really, just my head." My face grows hot, and I really hope he can't see it.

"You had a name for me in your head?" He says this whilst laughing.

"You're stalling." I say. "Spill."

He puts up his hands in surrender. "Okay alright fine. It's Newt. Bloody hell." He says this almost inaudibly and fast.

"Newt? As in the slimy gross things?" I almost laugh.

"You don't have to rub it in." He sounds hurt, but you could just tell he was faking it.

"For the record, I don't think you're slimy or gross."