The Maze Runner Preferences and Imagines

Minho Imagine (Part 2)

I woke with a start by Teresa's hands shaking me. I must have fallen asleep when I was pouring in my bed. Ugh. It just brings back the memory of Minho.

"What do you want?" I snapped she took a step back and smiled a bit.

"Good morning to you too." She said with a smirk. "Minho hasn't left yet. You could talk to him." She smiled and sat down next to me.

"I don't want to talk to anyone!" I slammed my face back into my pillow and hear Teresa sigh in exasperation.

"I think you're overreacting." There was silence for a few moments before she spoke up again. "I talked to Tom." I gasped and sat up, staring her straight in the eyes. She nodded. "He said he wants to talks to you." I groaned at the thought. As if he were listening at the door, Thomas walked in the room. I gave Teresa an angry look before she left, leaving me and Thomas alone. He put his hands in his pockets and swayed awkwardly.

"So..." He broke the silence. I nodded and sat up in my bed, him sitting next to me. "That was something." He said, referring to the kiss. I groaned and gave him a little shove. He laughed and pushed me back.

"Did...did he say anything?" Thomas looked at the ground, rubbing his chin with the back of his hand.

"No." Any hope I had felt was gone. "He just sort of stood there for a minute...then looked at me and walked away." I stared at the old, scratchy blanket that was over my legs. "It's not that big of a deal." Thomas said, obviously trying to lighten the subject. I groaned and rolled my eyes. "What? Men are simple creatures." He said, laughing at his own joke. I smirked.

"Thanks Tom." He nodded and pursed his lips. It was silent for a few moments. "Do you want to come of your room now?" He offered his hand, which I took after contemplating this life decision for a bit. We walked out of my room, my hand squeezing Thomas's so hard I thought his fingers might break.

I spotted Minho right away. He turned my way, expressionless, and walked towards me. Thomas squeezed my hand in reassurance and took off running the opposite direction. To be honest, I was a bit angry he left me alone. When Minho reached me, he didn't say a word.

"Hey?" I said weakly. He just grunted. "Look, about last night.-"

"What were you and Thomas doing?" He interrupted me. I stepped back in surprise. I hadn't expected him to talk at all, just grunt.

"Nothing. I was-" he interrupted me yet again.

"Are you two dating?" My eyes bulged out of my head and my face turned bright red.

"No! What would you- what did you-" I sighed, calming my nerves. "Why does it matter to you?" He rubbed the back of his neck with his hand.

"Because I...."