-Newt-
He sat at the entrance to the maze with the other gladers, waiting for Minho and Alby to return. Since before lunch, Thomas, the newest greenie, had been stressing Newt out. He asked when they'd be back nearly every 5 minutes. It got annoying, but Newt slightly admired his ability to care about 2 guys he'd just met.
Finally, they saw Minho stumbling towards the open walls, literally dragging Alby with him. This wasn't good. Everyone was screaming at Minho to leave the knocked- out leader, but he refused. Movement next to Newt startled him out of his daze. Thomas was entering the maze.
Newt tried desperately to reach out and pull the new guy back, but it was too late. Thomas had managed to make it into the gigantic death trap. The walls shut behind him. The gladers stared in shock at the massive stone wall. Gally shook his head and mumbled, "Wow. I mean, I knew he was stupid, but not that stupid."
-Thomas-
He stood next to Newt, the second- in- command, anticipating the moment that Alby, the leader, and Minho, the keeper of the runners, would return. They had been the only guys nice to him, besides Chuck and Newt. It wasn't the same, though.
Newt kept to himself, besides when he was explaining how they ran the glade on the first day that Thomas was there. Chuck was different in a another sort of way; he was young, slightly ignorant, and tried too hard to stay positive and to fit in with the others.
It all just seemed so strange to Thomas. Not necessarily fear, but not comfort, either. The whole maze scenario just made it even worse. Worrying about the two guys out there in the maze was messing with his head. He was about to walk away from the terrifying entrance, when he heard a shout.
He turned back to see Minho pulling Alby on the ground- the leader was passed out. Panic spread through the crowd as they all begged Minho to leave Alby and save himself. He didn't shout once, because he was battling a plan in his head.
Finally, letting his instincts kick in, he sprinted forward. He felt a hand try and grab him, but he jerked away too fast. The gladers were now yelling at him, protesting what he was doing. He ignored them and pushed on. He fell face first into the maze.
"Good job," he heard Minho say breathlessly. "You just killed yourself."
-Minho-
"What?" the new shank of a greenie said. As if he honestly expected coming into the maze we've been warning him about would be easy. Of course, Minho thought, join the runners and and frolic through the deadly corridors! By all means, shag a griever while you're at it!
He stared at the keeper, his mouth slightly open, his eyes wide like a lost little doe. Pathetic. Minho rolled his eyes and plopped down next to Alby's limp body. "What happened to him?" Thomas asked. "What do you think?" Minho replied. "He got himself stung."
The greenie started to ask question after question, saying klunk about figuring out how to survive and then asking about techniques and grievers. When it became too much for Minho, he let his rage control him.
He didn't know what he was doing. He suddenly slammed Thomas against the cold wall of the maze and kissed him. He lost control of his body at that moment, and let the shuck- face pull him closer.
When Minho broke the kiss he managed to growl out, "we're going to die out here. There's no way around it, greenie." Thomas just stared deep into Minho's eyes, then finally nodded. He looked down at his lap, and Minho couldn't help but notice how attractive he was.
What the shuck is wrong with me? Why the hell did I kiss him? Why do I want to kiss him again? Maybe it's the maze finally turning me insane, he thought. He knew that he had to get both Alby and Thomas out safely.