Hey!
So this is a silly thing I wrote for one of my friends' request. She said I should try the TMR fandom and she was right, it's awesome! Anyway, it's going to be a two-shot because I'm too tired to write the second half yet but I'm interested in your opinion!
This is unbeta'd.
I was awakened by slow, discreet movement right behind me and a sudden whiff of cold. With the lingering effects of adventures on dreamland still dulling my mind and making me nearly unable to think sensibly, I managed to recognize someone standing up from the bed I laid in on my side. If it could've been called a bed at all – I mean, it was a sleeping bag spread out on a rack made of haulm and branches but it was the closest thing we had to a real bed.
"Have a nice run, sweetie," I sang, my words muffled by sleepiness and the fabric of the prickly rug functioning as a blanket. I heard zipping and rustling sounds, implying the other person was dressing up, getting ready for yet another day spent working hard.
"It's rude to interrupt my boredom-attack with your cheery felicitations," the voice said, hoarse with the night's silence and the steady groaning he performed before going to sleep. I giggled at the sarcastic tone he hit – it was so like him!
"I bet there was a time when you were sweet 'n innocent," I sighed dramatically as I opened my eyes only to have my gaze meet with the sight of an ugly, dark purple colored wallpaper rotting down the wall.
"Ain't nobody has time to be 'sweet'," he answered, nearly spat the last words.
I found the fact Minho could be annoying and funny at the same time somewhat amusing.
"… Or no, maybe there wasn't such time. Yeah, sure you're sassy since birth."
I felt a large, coarse hang being laid on my head from above and hot breath tickling the tiny little hair on my neck. It brought up memories of last night – moans, trusts, pants and oh, yes – which sent a pleasured shiver down my spine. "It was nice to chat with you. Now, go back to sleep," he pushed my head down into the pillow with a swift motion, beguiling me out of another giggle.
"Shuck-face," I half groaned, half laughed.
"Pixy."
"Jerk."
"Slinthead."
"Yeah, I love ya, too."
"Mph."
A loud 'thump' and a few creaks in hurried manner signaled Minho has left, shut the door behind him and scuttled away to spend the next ten hours or so running up and down in the maze. I pulled the blanket over my head and tried to swim in the smooth aftereffect of sleeping. I only had a few minutes (fifteen at top) before Newt would come, banging on the door, telling me to 'get my bloody arse up'. After I tossed and tumbled in the bed and enjoyed the enduring scent of Minho for about five minutes I tossed the rug off of me with a groan and forced my limbs to move.
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A leisure yawn escaped my mouth as I slowly made my way down the stairs of the Homestead. As soon as I met the first Glader a cheery smile curled up the edges of my lips, waving and greeting everyone I met. Smell of freshly cooked bacon wreathed around the Glade, waking up all the guys ready to overrun the breakfast tables like a starving army of teenagers. I wasn't a cockney but the way some of them tucked in their chow made my off my oats. Like, seriously. They could be bloody disgusting. But Frypan asked me to lend him a hand in the Kitchen since one of his cooks, Bert burned his hand with hot oil and haven't quite recovered yet, like, he couldn't move his bloody arm, let alone be helpful at this rush hour.
"Good morning, sunshine," Frypan welcomed me, tearing away his gaze from the huge oven where the bacons were cooked to spare me a glance before looking back. "I have a fun project for you, shankie, to do!"
"I'm bursting with joy," I rolled my eyes mockingly as I tied the strings of the once-white apron now drenched with oil, spices and sauce-patches behind my back. The air in the kitchen was humid and heavy, I felt grateful for deciding to wear my hair up.
Frypan let out a husky laugh. "What's up with that attitude? You ain't lettin' Minho get on you, now, are ya?"
"I'm sure half the shanks heard how Minho got all over her the night before," said the disgustingly arrogant voice, too well known by all the Gladers to leave questions about the owner.
I closed my eyes and inhaled deeply, calming my nerves, before I turned to face Gally. I forced a honeyed expression on my face, not quite relaxed enough to argue with him. "What d'ya want, Gally?"
"A bit of silence at night would be marvelous."
I pressed my lips together so tightly they became a straight, thin line. How I hated this piece of klunk!
"I sleep deep as dead, man, and I'm closer to 'em than you are," Frypan said, stepping between Gally and me. Of course he tried to cover it with placing fresh bacon on the counter but it was bloody plain. "A day spent workin' makes you deaf at night. Maybe you should work harder."
Ouch. I guess Gally just got totally burnt.
His face did remind me of a fried meat – it got so red I bet he got his stack blown. I felt an invincible urge to grin in triumph but I adjudged I better not. Newt always said 'we must stick together' and that 'the only thing that matters is that we all bloody have each other'. In most cases I agreed with him – there was no room for personal conflicts, doesn't matter how we couldn't stand the other or how Gally was a shucktard slinthead. He really was. But I had to admit he was a good Builder and that was the first thing to take in consideration before beating him half dead with an oven. He did do something good, however – he gave me and Minho plenty of things to talk about. We spent a lot of time planning Gally's murder. It was harmless fun, only theoretically speaking. Well… At least on my part. Minho on the other hand… He was a smart guy. He wouldn't risk hurting someone who builds where he sleeps. Not seriously, at least.
Gally being a prick or not, I tried to avoid his rude comments and always made an attempt to let his words flew by my ear, unheard. Yet now he was crossing that line again, the line my relationship with Minho laid behind.
Since I was the only girl every laying foot on the Glade, my position was slightly complicated at first. I was one of the oldest residents; I came up together with Newt. Nick, who was the leader back then, had a theory saying Newt and I were twins or siblings at least. True, we looked similar – really pale skin, dirty blond hair, big eyes, but the color of our eyes was different. Newt had really dark, deep brown eyes which seemed black sometimes. Mine was a light yellowy-browny-green thing and only pretty when the sun shone brightly. They seemed gold then but otherwise I'd have killed for Newt's. Seriously, he only had to look and all my concerns or anxiety melted away at his puppy face.
Khm, yeah, back to the subject.
All the boys accepted me as one of them and knew how far they could go but there were others, a few who didn't appreciate me, a girl standing higher on the social ladder than they were and also hated Minho for 'getting the only chick'. They weren't stupid thus they remained silent when Minho was around, knowing well he could smash them into the ground without straining himself but they horned in on me every now and then.
It was one of those times and I was happy I had Frypan around.
Gally said something but his words were dumbfounded by a sudden 'pop' coming from the oven. Frypan gave Gally a last warning glance before he stepped back to the cooker.
"Can I help you with anything else?" I asked Gally with an angelic and clearly fake smile in order to mock him. It worked. He groaned wrathfully and turned around scone-hot, dashing into Chuck in the process. The chubby little boy lost his balance and fell to his bum, squeaking painfully.
"Bug off!" Gally snapped at him, and then hurried out, swearing to himself.
Frypan stepped over the boy lying on the ground twice, not even looking at him. "Get up before somebody trips over you," he said casually. The boy got up to his feet, his movements miserable and pitiable. I watched with a heavy heart as he scooted outside shamefully. I felt sorry for the poor boy but had I taken him under my protecting wings, it'd have been even worse for him. I had job to fulfill, anyways – Frypan put a whole pile of dirty dished in front of me.
How's it so far? Please leave a review!
If any of you is interested, leaving her nameless was intentional. I've written it that way so any of you can 'relate' or something. Also, the reason why I think the WICKED sent Newt and her up together was to test if twins do better together. Or something like that.
Second part coming soon! :)