That day was just another day, another day in this damn Glade.
Gally never got used to this place, always making him uncomfortable and on alert. There wasn't a time in which he felt at peace, or at least relaxed and it heavily affected his humour. Even at night, he would only manage to sleep three or four hours if he was lucky not to have any nightmares. The grumpiness and the irritation were slowly starting to get the better of him until Y/N showed up. The first and only girl in the Glade. The other Gladers hardly got used to his ups and downs, which often brought to some unwanted fights, but she was different. She could easily go past his defences and get through to him as nobody else could. She was able to see what laid behind his though appearance and make him feel naked in front of her eyes.
That's why Gally slowly started to fall for her. Always smiling, even at him, and making everything better, like a ray of sun shining brightly after a storm. She didn't care if he was rude or glared at her. She was the only one who treated him like a human being, who saw a boy like the others, scared, confused, angry. A boy who was just trying to survive.
Of course, he never told her how he felt. He never even took it into consideration, contending himself with watching Y/N from afar or enjoying her company whenever she came to speak to him. Even if for the others his affection was as clear as day, Y/N never suspected anything.
Maybe it was for the best. Gally didn't want to ruin their already precarious relationship. Not to mention he was also afraid to find out what she thought about him. He knew for certain she didn't hate him, but what about the rest? He wasn't sure he wanted to know.
That day, after many tiring working hours, he finally managed to have some time for himself. He dragged his exhausted body towards his hammock and laid down heavily. He then put his hand in one of his pockets and pulled out a small wooden piece that resembled a cat. It wasn't finished yet, but little by little it was taking shape. It was a gift Gally intended to give to Y/N. Although they didn't have any memories left of their past, she often talked about how the only thing she remembered was the love she had for cats. And how she would love to see one again. Even though his wasn't the real thing, he hoped she would like it anyway.
With the other hand, he took out his knife and started to carve it, defining the last details. He was so focused on it that he didn't hear the sound of footsteps approaching. Before he knew it someone took the wooden piece from his hands.
"What do we have here?" asked a voice mockingly. It was Dave and as usual, Jim was with him. He never liked them, and the feeling was mutual for their part.
"Give it back," ordered Gally frowning. He really wasn't in the mood for a fight.
"Now, now. I didn't know our Gally was into something like this," said David while playing with the wooden figure in his hands.
"Is it for Y/N?" asked Jim with a mischievous grin.
"I bet he's trying to impress her. Do you really think she would like something ugly like this?"
As far as he tried to ignore what Dave just said, those words really affected him. It was the first time Gally ever made something for someone. He didn't know if she would like it or not, he wasn't even sure if he could find the courage to give it to her. However, he made it for Y/N, and he wouldn't let them have it.
"I said give it back."
"Or what? You know you can't hurt us."
Jim was right. The last time Gally beat them up, Alby locked him in the Slammer for three days and warned him the next time it would be the Maze. It wasn't all his fault – they were talking shit about Y/N and he was beside himself with anger – but when they asked him what happened, he didn't say a word and accepted his punishment.
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The Maze Runner Imagines
KurzgeschichtenThis is just a collection of one-shots of my favourite Gladers (: I'll do my own, but I'm also open to requests if anyone is interested.