Later that night, Minho woke up when he heard Franky thrashing around in her sleep and crying. He got up, sat on the edge of her cot and started to rub her back softly. When Franky grabbed his arm he thought that she had woken up, but then she continued to breathe deeply and pulled him down so he had to lay on the cot and held onto him like her life depended on it. Minho froze, well, this will be hard to explain when we wake up, but if I move away now she'll wake up. He decided to stay there, and within minutes he was asleep.
Newt walked into Franky's room before wake-up call to show her the window to the maze like every other Greenie. "Um…" Franky opened her eyes to find that her head was on Minho's chest and his arms were around her middle. They were in the same cot. Franky got that feeling in her stomach again, the same one as when Minho grabbed her waist to help her out of the Box. Minho groaned and opened his mouth to explain but ended up with a mouthful of hair. "I think I'll just… go." Newt closed the door.
"Minho," Franky began, "care to explain how we ended up like this?" Neither moved from their current position, Minho just moved her hair away from his mouth.
"Well… So I was laying on the floor, almost asleep, when I heard you thrashing around in your sleep. Then you started crying." Franky looked up at him, embarrassed. "Hey, don't worry, we all cried our first week or so, even fearless Minho." He smiled. "Anyways, so you were crying, and I couldn't sleep, so I sat on the edge of the bed and… it doesn't matter, but then you grabbed my arm. At first, I thought you had woken up, but then you pulled my arm, and I had no choice but to lay down, or I would wake you up. Then you were holding onto me like your life depended on it. I had planned on moving, but I guess I fell asleep."
"Okay well, story time is over. I need to get ready and you need to get to the Maze. So, move." Minho groaned and rolled over, forgetting that he was on a very small cot with two people in it, and fell onto the floor.
"Ow…" he said from his position on the floor.
"Nice move slinthead. Now go. I need to shower."
"But I wanna come." He whined without moving from the floor. Franky didn't respond. Just rolled her eyes and pointed to the door. Reluctantly, he got up and started to leave.
"Wait, Minho?"
"Having second thoughts about me joining you for your shower?" He smirked.
She pretended she didn't hear his remark, "Just… be careful."
After wake-up call and Frabky's shower, Alby and Newt decided that it would be best if they sat with Franky at breakfast, considering what happened last time she was alone and since Minho would be in the Maze all day. They also explained that, as Minho predicted, she would not be trying out any of the jobs for a while until they figured everything out. She was told that she was not to leave their sides for the day. The Keepers didn't even know what they were going to do with her yet, she couldn't stay with Newt and Alby's side forever. The morning and afternoon went by without any problems, and Franky, mostly, listened to her instructions. It was just so boring for her, all Newt and Ably did was make sure everyone was doing their job and yell at people.
At dinner though, when Alby and Newt were still getting their food and Franky was alone, she felt arms wrap around her waist. Oh God, not again. She thought. "I'm giving you three seconds to back away. One…Two…Three." Her elbow connected with the mystery person's stomach and she heard him fall to the ground with a thud. Normally, she wouldn't have turned around to look at the person, but something was telling her she should. Maybe it was Alby running towards the mystery man. When she turned around though, she was shocked. A crumpled figure of Minho was on the cround clutching his stomach.
"The hell? You are sure are a firecracker" Minho groaned.
"Oh, my goodness, Minho, I'm so sorry! I thought it was the same shuckface from yesterday." Franky bent down next to him.
"Geez. What now?" Alby finally reached them as Minho sat down next to Franky at the table.
"I may have… accidentally… elbowed him in the stomach." She winced.
"Okay… We'll deal with your… violence issues later. But we need a gathering tomorrow before wakeup. Franky, you need to be there." Alby said.
"Her? What for?" Minho questioned.
"What do you think it's for shuckface?" Alby retorted.
It seemed as if Minho had not heard him, "I just came up with a nickname for you, Firecracker." He grinned and she and Alby rolled their eyes.
Later that night, both Minho and Franky went to her room without even thinking about it, and fell asleep, her on the cot, him on the floor. And it stayed that way.
