"Ack!" I spit out the food I had just been given. "What is this stuff?"

Minho, who had given me the food, started laughing. I shot him a glare as I drank some water. It did nothing to get rid of the vile taste in my mouth. It was like I had swallowed worms drenched in cherry cough syrup.

"You better watch it or you won't have teeth anymore."

Did I just say teeth? Oh God, I did. I don't know why I said teeth. It was the first thing that came to mind. Okay, maybe it was because I was staring at his teeth. They were just so God damn perfect. Why did they have to be so perfect?

"Umm… What? Jeanne, are you okay?" Minho stared at me like I had just stuck klunk down my mouth. Although, that would have been better than whatever he had just given me

By the way, klunk is another word for poop. It's Glader slang. Of course, you don't even know what a Glader is.

A Glader is someone who lives in the Glade. The Glade is surrounded by a gigantic maze which has yet to be solved. The Glade happens to be home to many teenage boys, a few teenage girls, and the pile of klunk sitting next to me.

Anyway, Gladers were kind of like lab mice. We were stuck in this Glade, surrounded by a maze that was filled with monsters that liked to eat human brains. Okay, I don't actually know if they like to eat human brains, but they will try and kill anyone who comes near them.

Here, we call them Grievers. They haunted the maze at night and slept during the day during which a few select people go and try to find the solution to. However, sometimes a Griever comes out of hiding during the day and gets some poor shank (another Glader term). If a Glader somehow manages to escape the death trap of machinery and goo, he most certainly would have been stung.

Yes. You heard correctly. Stung. But not like the way a bee stings. No siree. This sting comes from the mechanical part of the Griever. Once the needle pokes through a Glader's body, it's pretty much hell for them. They have to go through this process which we call the Changing.

Shuck it. There's no good way to explain this. Basically, during the Changing, they writhe in bed for days occasionally screaming at the top of their lungs. All the while red hives, bloody scratches, and bruises covered them. It is not a pretty sight.

However, if they make it back in time to get the serum, which will heal them, then they will make it through this horrible process. Of course, it may be a couple of days and they won't be the same afterwards.

This is the reason why I hate it when Minho runs the maze every shuck day. I mean, I may hate his guts, but I don't want him dead. Okay, maybe I don't hate him that much. Except for right now.

I tried to act like my comment about knocking his teeth out was completely normal. "You heard me," I stated back to Minho.

We were inside the homestead, which was basically a wooden shack that had to be expanded every once in a while as new Gladers came. I'll explain later.

Anyway, Minho and I were alone in the main room of the homestead. It was the middle of the night and Minho had pulled me out of my bed saying I had to try his new recipe. Why he was making things in the middle of night, I had no idea. He wasn't even a cook. He was a Runner. In fact he was Keeper of the Runners. Which meant he was in charge of everyone who ran the maze during the day.

I had groaned and even kicked at Minho when he charged into the girls' room earlier. I was blissfully sleeping until someone just had to come push me out of my hammock. I landed on my elbow. I don't know how anyone slept through the loud crash.

"I can't believe you woke me up for this," I groaned remembering my throbbing elbow. I tentatively put my hand on it. "Dude, my elbow hurts so much!"

"You want me to kiss it, Jeanne?" Minho asked, his voice was higher than usual and he was looking at me like I was a little kid. He started moving towards me. I quickly through my hand out. I hadn't meant to do what I did. I was only trying to stop him from coming closer. I mean, I didn't want the klunkhead near me.

I could feel heat going into my face. I must've been red as one of the tomatoes in the garden. I mean, I had freaking stuck my hand in his mouth! It was close to making my threat from earlier come true.

Of course, I withdrew my hand quickly. Before Minho could say a word, I stood up. Except, it didn't help that his horrible concoction was still on my lap. The paper plate slid off of me and the greenish brown goo landed straight on Minho's lap.

I started laughing right away. I mean it looked like he had klunked his pants! I couldn't help but fall on the floor in laughter. I could feel tears roll down my face in laughter. The shank deserved it.

I could feel Minho's glare shooting daggers at me. "That's it, shuck-face." I stopped laughing once I heard his serious tone.

I don't think Minho would ever intentionally hurt me, beside a bruised elbow every once in a while, but his tone was menacing. I almost klunked my own pants. Okay, that was an exaggeration. I could take on Minho any day. Except maybe today. Or any day for that matter. Maybe I should start working out? Nah, I very much enjoyed having many snacks and laying around.

Minho slowly came towards me. I put my hands against the wood floor beneath me shifting backwards to the wall. The shadows on Minho's face played some mean tricks. Half his face was covered in shadow so that I couldn't see his eyes. His dark hair didn't help one bit as it also blocked his eyes.

"Minho..?" I whispered. I squinted at him as he loomed ever closer. I was backed into the wall now.

He stopped inches from my face. My breath quickened at his proximity. It was deathly quiet in the room. No snores from sleeping Gladers upstairs could be heard. I could feel Minho's hot breath fan over my face. I almost made a remark about how horrible his breath smelled, but I held my tongue knowing it wouldn't help my case.

After an intense staredown between us, which I won by the way, Minho sat back. An awkward silence passed. Then he smirked before running a hand through his hair in concentration. I watched him silently. I almost felt like a creep as I studied him and tried to figure out what he was going to do next. What? I wanted to be prepared.

Minho really knows how to get back at people who mess with him. Once, when Newt, another Glader, made him mad, Minho shaved all the hair off of Newt's head. Poor Newt had people calling him baldie for days. Maybe it was just one person. And that person may or may not have been me. I'm horrible sometimes, okay?

Before I could figure out what Minho's next move would be, he winked at me. He actually winked at me. What the fudge? I stared at him with an open mouth before he smirked at me. Shouldn't he be silently plotting how to make my life a living hell? Why the fudge did he wink at me? What did that mean?

"Who are you and what have you done with Minho?" I asked. He didn't reply. In fact, he got up and made his way upstairs. I normally would have followed, but I was too shocked. What the heck just happened?

Oh God. Was this part of his evil plan? My eyes followed his retreating back until I could no longer see him. I did not have a good feeling about this. It was not normal. Actually nothing about this night was normal.

Finally, after thinking about various ways Minho could kill me in my sleep, I made my way back to the girls' room. There were four hammocks in total in the girls' room. In fact, there were only four girls in the Glade. It made it awkward sometimes. Especially since there were about 30 boys.

I slid into the only empty hammock. There were only a few hours left in the night, and I knew that I would need to sleep otherwise I wouldn't make it through the day tomorrow.

Eventually, after even more thinking of the various ways Minho could attack her during the night, sleep came.

A/U

Hey everyone! I hope no one minds the changes I'll be making to the Glade. I'll try to keep it similar to the book, and incorporate a few things from the movie. The only major change I'm making is the addition of girls in the Glade. I love making awkward situations, and how many can you really have if there is no girls?

Anyway, I'll try to upload as soon as I can. However, I do have college and work. I'll try to upload chapters at least every two weeks. It may be a couple of days if I don't have much work this week.

And, thank you to everyone who reads this story. It may be crappy, but whatevs. Right now I'm just having fun writing these awkward moments. And the sarcasticness. I don't even think that's a word, but I don't care.

Anyway, for everyone who celebrates Easter, Happy Easter! If you don't celebrate Easter, than have a great day!

Also, happy birthday Joe!

I don't really know a Joe. I don't even know if anyone has a birthday today. I mean of course someone does, I just don't know if that someone is named Joe.

Maybe I should go to sleep now? My brain is getting weird. Is this normal?

Please review! It would help me a lot! You could state what you would like to see in this story! I'll try to add scenarios that people request.

Btw, I do not own The Maze Runner characters. Those belong to James Dashner. However, I did create Jeanne.

Love ya lots and have a freaking fantastic day! (Sorry this got kind of long…)