||The Maze Runner||Gally fanfic

Chapter 10

"One of us could get killed!" Newt shouts, after hearing your idea, stomping his foot. The one without the limp, of course.

"That's why I can do it." You say.

"Wouldn't a wooden bucket just burn?" Thomas asks. He does have a point.

"That's why I can slip them one of those notes you were talking about. I'll ask for lots of metal buckets. Lots."

"I guess its worth a shot.." Minho says.

Alby clears his throat. "Okay. I guess its settled. Gally and Y/N, go in the slammer. Newt, lock it up."

You and Gally follow Newt. You can just feel the awkwardness in the air, its so real that you could just grap it and clentch it in your fist. When you step in, it's cold and dreery. Credit to whoever decorated.

"Have fun, shanks." Newt shuts the door behind him. Your stomach churns in fright of what Gally might do. Its like, only 10 AM.

It's so silent that you can hear a pin drop. Well, except for the glade around you. The sunlight shines and shimmers, only in stripes because of the slits on the door. Gally stares at the wall. He breaks the silence by saying, "So you're really gonna leave me."

You answer, "No. You're letting me leave."

"Oh, so do you want me to forbid you to leave?"

"I didn't mean it like that."

"Oh, sure." He raises his voice. "I'm not leaving."

"And why is that?"

"Because!" The veins in his throat pop out. "You don't want to go home! It's not a nice place! I don't know for sure what or who's out there, but we will all die! Don't you get it?"

You scootch far away from Gally. As your voice trembles and your hair falls in your face, you manage to say, "I'd rather die with dignity than die a coward." Gally's face is red with anger. After a minute he seems to calm down. A look of sorrow stretches across his face. He crosses his legs and cringes.

"I'm scared Y/N. I'm scared." He finally manages to say as his voice squeaks. He turns over to face you. One lonely tear rushes down his face. His licks his lips and wipes it away. Wow. That was the first and probably the last time you'll see him cry.

"Everybody gets scared. We're in this together, Gally." You tuck your hair behind your ear.

"You know, I was thinking about going with you guys. I even thought of the perfect moment, you'd be stepping into the maze, and I would stop you and kiss you. Tell you I was coming too. I guess that plans out."

"You really meant to do that?" There the butterflies go again. Whoopty doo.

"Yeah, after thinking a lot."

"So... do you want to create that perfect moment?" You smile. If the keepers were gonna put you guys in together, they knew this would happen, didn't they? Those sly foxes.

He has a happy smile on his face, from ear to ear. Suddenly, he kisses you, and you close your eyes. He wraps his arms arms around you, and you feel safe. Warm. You feel like nothing, in that moment, exists. Its just you two against the world. You definatly feel the sparks. They fly away, and come back. You finally stop missing after a minute. Oh my gosh. You just kissed Gally. And it was the best thing in the world.

Can't get much better than this.

You look deep into his eyes and you feel this weird... feeling. A good one. Like there's something behind his eyes, trying to get through. Those beautiful green eyes.

"I could look into your eyes for days." He says bashfully.

"You're not to shabby either."

He smirks. "I wonder why we're here."

"Didn't you always wonder that?" You ask.

"Yeah. But now I have someone who understands me. After I went through the changing, everyone thought I was physco. But you. Some how, you were able to see the good in me, and you brought it out." That's what he was hiding. Not a secret. His feelings.

"I'm glad you said that." You say, smiling.

"Let's get away." He says.

"Um, how?"

"Cmon. We can dream. We can make it up."

"Alright. Let's see... I'm in the bookshop. In looking through the book shelves, and it leaves an opening, revealing a guy with cool eyebrows on the other side."

Gally grins. "I say, enjoying the fantasy books, love? And you say, not really, then I say, let me show you to the good books."

"You take me to the fairy tale shelf." You say.

"Let's see." Says Gally. "I point to the one with a princess on the cover. I say, this ones about a princess, just like you."

You say, "I blush. I say, I'll get this one, if you say so."

Gally rubs his hands together. "I say, I'll pay for it. We go to purchase it, and I insist on taking you out for a coffee."

You decide to shake things up. "I say, I don't drink coffee.."

Gally squints. "Hmm... I say, well, maybe I could get your number. Maybe we can chat and plan to go somewhere."

"I toss my hair and say, alright. If I have to, sarcastically." You feel magical just thinking about this.

"That was a nice fantasy. But let's not get too ahead of our selves." Gally says.

You frown. "I guess your right. But it was nice." You smile and slouch. Frypan appears in the doorway. "Here's your lunch. Eat up, shanks." He walks away.

You bite into the ham sandwhich and your belly stops growling. After hours of talking, eating, kisses here and there, and just doing nothing, you hear the door being creeked open.

"Alright, slintheads. Time is up. You're free." Newt opens the door.

You get up off the cold floor and your back aches. Ouch.

After you leave, you write the note.

You go to the homestead. "Here, Alby. I wrote the note for the creators."

He glances at it and starts reading it. "Please please please send 22 medium size metal buckets. The gladers." He looks at you and smiles.

"What's wrong with it?!"

"You begged for it. Here, I'll write a new one." He takes a small pale yellow paper and writes with messy but readable letters. He writes, "please send metal buckets."

"See, this is good. Short, not begging, and not demanding." He says.

"I see."

"I'll ask Thomas to deal with the note. I've got stuff to do."

You really do hope they send the buckets. The whole fate of the plan relies on them sending it. What if they don't? If they don't, there might not be another safe way out. You would have to fight the grievers. Not a good thought. If they don't send them, things will get real messy. Real messy, real fast.

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