Maze Runner meets Harry Styles. "Metal. That's all I could think of as the smell of it burned my nostrils, getting painfully stronger as I was coming to my senses. But the taste, that god awful taste lingering on my mouth. It consumed me, as if to distract me from... something. As I regained consciousness and found I was in complete darkness, I began to panic, suddenly realizing the taste and smell of metal was not my biggest problem." "It was then that I saw him. His mop of chestnut curls falling softly down his chiseled jaw, a single piece of fabric preventing them from interrupting his focused line of vision. Piercing dark jade eyes that forced my mind to ponder how they could possibly bear such clear disinterest for the world in all its glory, yet conjure such consuming emotions. Porcelain skin glistened with moisture as the crimson sun sculpted him more beautifully than the Venus de Milo. Tall and lean, yet undoubtedly muscular, as the fabric of the black T-shirt he adorned clung to his long torso and shifted with his purposeful movements." Warning: sexual content Disclaimer: Some of the characters used in this story belong to James Dashner, as well as basic details of The Maze Runner, although much of the storyline and characters will also be altered.

✼ In Malibu, California in 1965, a surfer and world-famous aerialist undergoes a chain of comedic and not-so-comedic mishaps that force him to re-evaluate who he is. ✼ Most impressive rankings // #2 in Conflict and #62 in Comedy! ✼ Voted #1 in the 2019 VA Awards for both Alternate Universe and Fan Favorite! ✼ Please read with discretion.