The Tributes from the Maze (Newt/OC)

Following Gally

Thomas filled the biggest cooking pot they could find with freezing cold water and dumped it all over Minho's head. The boy yelped as he shot up from the coach, searching for his attackers.

"What did you shanks do to my hair? Do you know how long it takes to pile up all this perfection?! There was this really hot chick last night who loved my hair! I think her name was Frida or something." Minho slurred lazily.

Newt snorted as he came down the stairs and saw what had been happening. "I think the word you're looking for is fire. You were chatting up the bonfire." Newt said plainly. Minho looked confused. Everyone in their cabin was gathered into the living room and Harriet was there too.

"Okay, listen up you shanks, someone has to keep Minho in check whilst I'm gone! Make sure he doesn't drink anything else or he'll be dancing up the walls." Gally instructed as he lumbered down the stairs. Minho and the other Gladers looked at him as if he'd grown a second head.

"Maybe I drank more than I thought. The Gally that I know would never willingly be up before lunch time and he'd never leave without eating at least three breakfasts." Minho said as-a-matter-of-factly.

"Slim it shank. The only reason why I'm going out is because I have hard work to do." Gally pointed a finger and glared at Minho.

"Water you say, Captain Gally." Ariadne said sarcastically as she passed him and put two fingers to her temple in salute. Newt grinned at her.

"I'll be back by dinner." He muttered, grabbed his jacket from an armchair and walked out the front door.

"Anyone else think Gally is acting strange?" Teresa asked. Thomas looked at her and nodded in agreement.

"Yeah, none of us have work to do, since our all high and mighty leader here passed out and has a hangover. Everyone has a week off to rest and heal before we start the real work." Thomas pointed out.

"Well, I'm not sure about almighty but he is pretty high. At least, he was last night." Ariadne said and Newt laughed. He plonked himself down on an armchair and pulled Ariadne down onto the armrest. "But seriously, we have to follow him."

"Are you crazy!? If Gally finds you following him, we'll be figuring out what to wear to your funeral before we choose what to wear for dinner tomorrow." Minho burst out. "I know that if anything could get Gally up and out before he's eaten and had a long lie in, it's a girl. And Gally isn't exactly the whole 'let's sit down and talk whilst romantically holding hands' kind of date person. You catch my drift?"

"Okay, I did not need to know that." Ariadne pulled a face.

"It's pretty obvious." Newt shrugged, amused by his uncomfortable best friend.

"Yes, but you didn't need to voice it out loud. That just makes everything worse." Ariadne complained and wrinkled her nose. Newt grinned and the two stared at each other with adoring looks on their faces. Thomas wasn't one to notice things. He was quite an oblivious shank, but even he suspected it was something much more than a platonic friendship.

"We need to follow Gally and see what he's up to. I doubt there'd be any girl in this place dumb enough to settle for Gally." Thomas said and Ariadne snorted.

"I don't know, I reckon Irene would be a pretty good match." Newt said thoughtfully and tilted his head.

"Oh please, I'd never wish that curse upon anybody, even if it is Gally. I mean, I know we tease him and everything but he isn't that bad. He's just overly protective, pushy and aggressive with anger issues. It's a very horrible combination, but he's got some good qualities too. At least he keeps things interesting and he's hilarious to prank." Ariadne confessed.