The maze runner and I

The greenie

Thomas's P.O.V

Thomas slowly opened his eyes but closed them immediately as they were met with the blinding morning sun.

"Fuck." He groaned, shielding them further with his arm. He could tell that it was one of the summer months, most likely June, due to the fact that the sun had been rising at five in the morning for the last couple months at least. Thomas opened his eyes again, this time fully, before looking around his small shack. He didn't know why he still looked around it every morning, unless the box had come up the day before, there'd be nothing new added. And the box hasn't come up in weeks. He had always put it down to liking the routine. After all, that was one of the only things that kept him sane in this place.

"Fucking hell." He groaned as he sat up, making the poor excuse for a blanket fall down his body further, exposing more of his naked torso. He stood up and wandered to the broken mirror that had come up in last month's box, the one everyone had voted on him having because he grew the most facial hair. He sighed as he scratched at his stubble.

"Should I shave? Nah." He chuckled, grabbing a t-shirt and throwing it over his shoulder as he wandered out of his shack and into the glade, which was already buzzing. Thomas had been wrong about the time. It wasn't five, it was six. Even so, life still started early in the glade.

"Oi, Thomas!" Thomas smiled as Winston called his name.

"Yeah?" he shouted back.

"Put on a shirt, no one wants to see your perfectly toned body, you're making the rest of us feel bad!" Winston yelled, making Thomas laugh.

"Nah, way too hot for that shit." Thomas retorted, making Winston chuckle and shake his head as he continued to dig in the garden. Thomas returned the chuckle, putting on his t-shirt as he walked into the meal shack.

"Morning, greenie." Minho smiled, knowing that Thomas hated that name.

"Fuck you." Thomas scoffed, making Minho laugh.

"You know, we said you could have that mirror for a reason." Newt spoke, nodding towards Thomas's developing beard. Thomas sighed and nodded as he cupped his chin.

"I know, I know. But it's just less hassle to let it grow out for a bit. Not to mention that my razor is now rusty, so if I cut myself, I'm as good as dead." He scoffed as he sat at the table that Newt and Minho were sat at.

"You sure you're not just keeping it because Teresa prefers you with a beard?" Minho smirked. Thomas's smile faltered at the sound of her name and he looked down.

"Then I should probably shave it off." He mumbled. Minho and Newt looked at each other.

"What even happened to you two? One minute, you're running off to each other's shacks every ten minutes, the next, you're only talking to each other when it's absolutely necessary. How did that happen?" Newt scoffed. Thomas sighed and shrugged.

"It just did. She did shit that I couldn't forgive her for. Simple as." He muttered.

"Okay, buddy." Minho nodded as he stood up.

"Use my razor if you want. It's not rusty yet." Minho spoke, patting Thomas on the shoulder. Thomas gave him a thankful smile and returned the pat as Minho passed him and left the shack.

"Who knew there could be so much drama in such an awful world?" Newt chuckled. Thomas  returned it as he stood from the table and left the shack too.

Thomas sat in the treehouse, looking over the glade and taking in the fresh air.

"May I join you?" Thomas looked towards the hatch and his smile dropped as Teresa appeared, smiling at him.