I was having a peaceful dream when I was suddenly woken up by a hand being clasped over my mouth. My eyes shot open to see Gally there, rasing a finger to his lips. Then he made a hand gesture telling me to get up. I got up and he told me to follow him. And I did.
He lead me to the Deadheads. Once we were in deep enough, I started my ranting.
"Why the hell did you do that you slinthead. You scared the freakin klunk outta me you shuckface." I was about to go on some more, but Gally quickly shut me up by smashing his lips onto mine.
"You talk too much" he said, one we parted.
"Shuckface" I called him, before bringing his head back to mine. Our lips met again and they moved in sync. Gally's hands rested on my waist, then they rose up to under my shirt. That made my gasp at the cold touch. Gally took the chance to slide his tounge and they fought for dominice. (Sorry for spelling mistakes)
That continued until we heard a branch snap. We pulled away quickly and stared off into the darkness.
"Who's there?" Gally asked. Silence.
"We know you're there!" I said. Little giggles erupted through the Deadheads.
"I told you they would come out here to do that!" somebody said. Minho.
"Fine fine you win." another voice said. Thomas. They both came out from behind a tree, laughing. Mine and Gally's faces turned to a deep shade of red.
"You both put a bet on us?!" I asked.
"Not just us. The whole Glade did. Even Alby did" Thomas said, still laughing.
"I hate you."
"You love us" Minho said.
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The Maze Runner Imagines and Preferences
Fanfiction[COMPLETED] A series of scenarios with your favorite Maze Runner characters! I do not own any of the characters included in this book. All credit goes to James Dashner.
