The Boy With the Blonde Hair

Speak Now

I had walked briskly to the dead heads to do some thinking after the newbie arrived. After my brother arrived. Why is the world so shucked?
I lay there against a tree and sobbed for the first time. I guess being sad and confused makes you tired, because the next thing I know, I was dreaming.
"Wicked is good." I walked over with Andrew to the cages. Faces appeared in the glass. "I can't watch them anymore." An ugly man guided me to a conference room where someone stood hunched over with sunken eyes.
"Newt." He hugged me. "Stay. Just please stay with me."
I woke up gasping for air. I was still in the dead heads, but someone was there with me. Newt had one arm curled around my waist. I chuckled softly and pushed away the thought of my dream for now and fell back asleep in Newt's grasp.
"Awww! Thomas, look they're so cute. Get up, slitheads.". I groggily sat up and rubbed my eyes. Newt was up too, but more looking like a deer in headlights. Just as expected, Minho and Thomas were standing over us. "Cmon man. Your girlfriend needs to work now." he pulled him off the ground with no effort and Thomas helped me up. "Calm your bloody grievers Minho. She's not my girlfriend and she looked cold."
"So you went to go cuddle with her." Thomas snickered and fist bumped Minho.
"Hey idiots! Forgetting something?" I held up their running packs. Before they could answer, I was running and shrieking like a banshee. I looked behind me to see that Minho was gaining on me so I took a sharp turn into the kitchen. where half the Gladers were eating.
"Frypan hide me!" I ducked behind the counter and crouched next to the cook. "What the shuck are you doin here girl?" I put a finger to my lips to silence him.
I heard Minho and Thomas burst in. Newt caught up with them, even though his limp slowed him down. "Just leave her alone!" Newt said this and groaned. Minho grunted. "She's probably not in here anyway."
I heard them leave but arms wrapped across my waist as I stood up. "Found you." Minho lifted me up and carried me out of the kitchen. "Put me down!" I screeched.
"Nope. it's called revenge, sweetheart." I licked his hand and he automatically dropped he and wiped his hand on Thomas's shoulder. "Ew! You are disgusting."Thomas made a face as well. Newt stood off to the side and laughed. I like his laugh. I don't hear it often and it suits him.
We spent the rest of the day fooling around like that. Tomorrow I get to try out for being a runner. Minho says I can try, but it doesn't mean that's my job.
I fall asleep in a row with Minho Thomas, Newt, me then Andrew. I turn to face my little bro. He's drifting off but I desperately need to talk to him, so I poke his nose. "what do you want?" He mumbled. "How's the Glade so far?" He sighs. "It's fine, I just wish we knew what the world was like." "Yeah." and with that, we were both out like a light.

Time lapse

Here we go. I am bouncing around, warming up for a big day of running. Newt is here to watch me and Minho go off to make sure we're "safe".
"You look like a shucking greenbean, jumping around, all anxious like that.". He grins and I ruffle his hair. Minho struts over to us.
"Hey love birds! No PDA! We gotta get going." My cheeks get hot and I hug Newt quickly and skip off into the maze with Minho.

A/N: Yo this was a really long chapter to make up for the shucky last chapter. I'll probably write more today. 🐽byeee