A/N: Hey, people!

Firstly, thank you for reading this story; I sincerely hope that you will enjoy reading it as much as I enjoy writing it. This is a Newt x OC fanfiction which happens in the movies (it begins from the second). I have read the three books and I honestly didn't enjoy them at all :/

The characters don't belong to me but to James Dashner, except my OC Gladys. There will be a lot of romance in this story, so beware :)

Since English isn't my first language, I happily welcome any criticism on my grammar. You are also free to voice out your thoughts on my story, it's completely okay if you dislike my storyboard. However, I will not allow swearing and racist comments.

Also, if you have read my other stories (mostly PJO), I am sorry to say that I won't update them any sooner (due to writer's block and interests in other books). Sorry! This one, however, should be updated once in two weeks or maybe once a week.

Update: I have read about Dashner and the #metoo movement. I do NOT approve of what he has done.

Well, please enjoy!

"Aris..."

My friend raised his head from his plate, his eyes meeting mine with a glint of apprehension.

"Don't these guys there seem familiar?"

Aris moved his eyes from me, his hood covering his light hair as he slowly trailed his gaze behind me, following the movement of my head. "Which ones?"

"The ones who arrived yesterday," I muttered quickly with a blink, turning my head to cast them a fleeting glance as they spoke with another group of newly arrived guys.

Aris and I had been here the longest; it had been a week, and we had both seen different faces every day. But some heads of the last group, which had arrived yesterday only, looked quite familiar. I couldn't put my finger on it, but it was as if I had already seen them...

Aris hurriedly turned his head when the group glanced at us, surely noticing our gazes. Aris' pupils didn't move anywhere from the side of his eyes as he looked directly at me. "Don't know," he murmured, cautious, speaking very lowly. "Maybe you met them before the maze?"

I closed my eyes a moment, trying to avoid stealing glances at them. "Maybe."

That was a sensitive topic for both of us. I didn't remember the before the maze, as Aris didn't too. Not like I had stayed there much long, since I had come out of the box three months before Aris, the only boy in an all-girls maze, had showed up.

Janson, that rat-looking man, had claimed to every single person here that they had saved us; that they would take us away, a new life; however, the stretchers Aris and I had seen in that grey corridor didn't really convince us; they never had come back, just like Rachel had been called the first night; how could these people be any different from WICKED?

I dropped my gaze and directed it towards Aris' plate of food, feeling as if one of those newly arrived guys was inspecting us, or me. These guys were speaking between them, in the same instant as Janson and his colleagues came, a regular and monotonic act that tricked appearances: he would be giving the names of the next killed teenagers in a few minutes.

My heart beated in disgust and fear, and I tried to avoid gulping and instead decided to breathe slowly, delicately; to avoid attracting attention. Though the fact that Aris -who was only looking at me in total fear, now, clutching his hands in a fist- and I had been acting like a wall around others: never spoke to anyone else, too afraid to share the secret of that grey corridor.

"Your new lives are about to begin," Janson said loudly and cheerfully.

I risked a quick glance again at the newly arrived group as Janson began giving loudly the names of his next victims -Aris, on the other hand, was completely shivering, and I tried to stop the few tears that wanted to escape from my eyes, my throat suddenly burning. The new group was composed of a very handsome American-looking guy, An Asian boy, a black guy, an atypical looking guy with tanned skin and a big nose, and one cute blond guy who caught my attention; he was the one who seemed the most familiar to me, with his warm brown eyes and elfish features.

Slowly, I started to realise I was maybe caring for someone I didn't even know the name of.

"... Franklin and Abigail."

I breathed out in relief whereas the majority of people groaned in disappointment as the long line of chosen persons stood against the dark wall. It was finally over, but tomorrow, the same routine would happen again; and they would never get to hear others being called.

"...Toworrow is another day. Your time will come." said Janson with a smile, his blue eyes twinkling.

I huffed silently, while Aris kept on holding his hands tightly. Everyone began to applaud the chosen of this day. We hadn't been called again, but it was only a short-lived relief.

"We're lucky it wasn't us today either," I murmured as slowly as I could to Aris, but he refused to even glance at me. "We should-"

"Hey, Teresa!"

Aris and I looked up surprisingly in the same time, and he took off his hood while turning towards where a masculine voice had been raised. The American guy who belonged to the cute blond guy's group had gotten up from his chair and was now walking towards the giant doors where stood the usual guards.

What's he trying to do?

I raised my eyebrows and opened my mouth slowly, surprised, my eyes widening. The guy and the guards exchanged only a few words, but he looked reluctant, stealing a glance towards the long horizontal glass on the wall, until he finally got back to his friends. It looked as if he wanted to speak to a particular person, but I had been so caught up in the fact that he had raised his voice that I hadn't seen the faces of the people in the glass in time.

I brought my gaze down again in the same moment that Aris looked back at me in total confusion.

Had we found someone we could trust here? Someone who wouldn't be afraid nor shocked by the truth of these corridors?

Unexpectedly and unable to stop my self, my head turned and my eyes trailed from the guy who had now sat up again to the cute blond boy, and instantly, he turned his head towards me, sensing my gaze on him, and our eyes met; his enticing brown eyes capturing me in a daze I couldn't escape from. His fine lips, clear skin and messy blond hair reminding me of something, someone important.

Suddenly, I could make out something -far away, but close in the same time -a delightful smile and white teeth; a happy face though pain was awaiting.

"Gladys?" Aris asked me. "Is there something..."

I gasped, and the blond guy widened his eyes before I gulped and turned my head away from him, ignoring Aris' questioning look as my cheeks reddened intensively.

There was definitely something with that blond guy -no, with that new group, even the Asian guy and the other guy looked familiar to me now.

Maybe I would finally remember; remember my life before the maze.

A/N: That's all! Please, don't forget to comment and tell me what you think of this story and what I could ameliorate :) Thanks for reading!