Her Heart Belongs to Him- (TMR Fanfiction) ON HOLD

Part 7- New Greenie

A lot of days pass, all of them going almost the same. In the morning Minho wakes me up, we make bread and get all the stuff we need, we  run the whole day and return to the Glade to write down our notes and in the evening Gally, Newt and I talk a little.

After all of this days my name is still nowhere to be found. Gally said that maybe things take some more time because I am a girl. Newt keeps saying that it is 'bloody' weird. Minho keeps calling me Greenbean and enjoys every second of it.

Today, though, somethingwas different.When Minho and I return to the Glade I see that Alby and Newt are talking to a kid I have never seen before. "Minho, can you-"

"Give me your notebook already."

I trow him the thing with a smile and run to the new boy. He is kind of chubby and has brown curly hair.

"And there we have our Shank." Newt says while pointing at me. The kid looks at me. He looks young, really young. All the boys here are probably 16 or 17, but this kid looks like 12.

"So now I am a Shank, huh." I say, stopping at the three. "Well, you still don't know your name, so we need to call you something." Alby says with a smile. "Why Shank?" I pout.

"We can call you Shuck-face." Newt says, laughing right after it. The new Greenie looks confused and I put my hand on his shoulder. "Don't worry, you'll learn the Glader slang soon enough."

I smile at him and he smiles back. "Do you know your name?" I ask again. The boy nods and looks down at his shoes. "Do you want to tell me your name?" I ask again.

"Chuck." He says, his voice barely a whisper. He is probably scared to death. I hug him and he hugs back immediatly. He probably need a hug right now.

He starts sobbing on my shoulder and I start petting his back. "Don't worry Chuck. I know it is really scary now, but you'll get used to it." I whisper in his ear. He nods a little before getting his arms away from me.

He tries to get his tears away with the back of his hand. "Did you have the tour already?" I ask. He nods again. "How about we get something to eat? I am really hungry."

His face lights up a little. "Yeah, I am hungry too." He says. "I'll see you at the kitchen okay? I need to tell Newt and Alby something." He nosd and runs to the place with all the tables.

I turn to Newt and Alby and smirk. "And that is how you comfort a Greenie." I say. Alby's eyes are wide and Newt is smiling proudly. "Good job, Shank." Alby says.

I sigh and they both start laughing. "It's not funny guys." I say while trying to hold my own laughter in.

"Go and eat something." Newt says. I nod. "See you guys tomorrow." I wave and run to the table where Chuck sat down. He smiles when he sees me walking to him and waves.

"Let's get something delicious from Frypan." Chuck chuckles. (A/N LOL)

"Is that his real name?" He asks. I nod. "Yeah, his name is amazing for his job." I say. I never really thought about his name that way, probably because I am too busy with my own name at the moment.

"Newt told me you still don't know your name." Chuck says out of the blue. "I'm sorry for you." I smile. "You can't do anything about it, Chuck. But thanks."

We reach Frypan and he smiles. "Hey there Chuck, Greenie." He says. Chuck's smile falls and I grab his shoulder. "He was calling me Greenie, Chuck." Chuck smiles.

"Fry, I am not the Greenie anymore." He raises an eyebrow. "Then what do I call you?"

I shrug. "Alby and Newt have settled on 'Shank' and I think that Minho will just continue calling me Greenbean."

Frypan nods while getting two plates with some sort of soup. Chuck already wants to walk away, but I stop him. "Check this out." I whisper to him and I turn to Frypan.

"Hey Fry," I ask in a soft voice. My head leaning to the right a little. I undo the ponytail in my hair and I see Frypan gulp. "Would you please make my sandwich for tomorrow?" I blink three times and his eyes widen a bit.

"S-sure, I will p-put it on the t-t-table." I grab my soup and wave. "Thanks Fry." Chuck and I walk away and when we sit down we both laugh. "That was awesome!" He says.

"You really need to stop doing that to the poor Shank." Minho sits down next to me. Chuck sits opposite of us and looks at Minho with wide eyes. "Chucky, meet the Keeper of the Runners." I say.

Minho waves at the boy and turns back to me. "You need to learn how to make your own sandwiches." He tells me. "I think this is working better." I say with a smirk.

Minho sighs playfully. "Yeah, I know you do, Greenbean." Minho grabs my soup and starts eating. "Hey!" I take it back and drink all of it in one sip. Minho raises an eyebrow and Chuck starts laughing again.

Hearing the kid laugh is amazing. I pity him a little for how young he is, but the best thing I can do is make his time here as good as possible. Minho puts an arm around my shoulders.

"Somtimes Greenbean, sometimes."

"Sometimes what?"

"Sometimes you are so immature." Minho grabs Chuck's soup and shoffs it in my face. The warm food runs down my neck and into my shirt. I push the Keeper away so he falls off the bench.

I hear Chuck lauging once again, and this makes me smile. Minho stands up and my eyes widen. "See you later, Chuck." I say as both Minho and I start running around the Glade.

The Keeper chases me all the way into the Deadheads. When we run out of the woods again all the Gladers are standing on the tables.

At that moment something hits me. I stop running immediatly which makes Minho run into me. We both fall on the ground, Minho laying on top of me.

"Greenbean?" He asks. A few Gladers have reached us and stand there just watching the two of us. "Greenebean, what's wrong?" I jump up and smile. I feel tears of happiness brim in my eyes and put a hand in front of my mouth.

Minho grabs my shoulders and shakes them a little. Gally and Newt have made their ways through the boys and stand next to Minho. "I remember it." I whisper.

Newt smiles, immediatly knowing what I am talking about, while Gally and Minho look at me confused. Newt pushes Minho away from he and gives me a hug. When he pulls back he says.

"And? What is it?"

A tear falls from my eye.

"Vanessa."