BONJOUR! HOW ARE YOU PEOPLE? I BAKED BANANA CAKE AND FOR SOME REASON THOUGHT I SHOULD SHARE THAT WITH YOU FACES!

MINHO'S POV

I wanted to slap someone, but I restrained myself. I just walked through the Scorch and fought Cranks and weird Bulb Monsters all for some stupid experiment. All I was to these people was some kind of specimen. Subject A7.

Newt and Thomas were taking showers, the lucky shanks, so I looked around for someone to talk to.

I noticed a girl standing in the corner. She had pale skin, which was surprisingly not too sunburned, dark hair with something sparkly in it and purply eyes and was looking around the Berg and biting her lip.

Her eyes met mine for a second, then she looked away again. She looked like she wanted to say something to someone. For some reason, I was drawn to her.

I walked over to her and saw what looked like a mixture of fear and relief. She waved a little, so I took that as a good sign.

"Hi," I said, when I reached her, sitting down next to her.

"Bonjour," she said, softly, facing me and looking slightly scared.

"So, who would you be?" I asked her.

"Subject B7," she said, bitterly, then let out a hollow laugh. "And you?"

"Subject A7, nice to meet you, shank," I said, sticking out my hand, in mock politeness. 'Subject B7' didn't shake it.

"Wait, so if I'm B7 and you're A7, does that mean we have the same personality or something like that? And did you just call me a shank?" she asked, laughing at my 'Glader Slang'. The fear in her eyes was gone now.

"Yes, I did call you a shank," I said. "And I guess we do have the same personality, according to WICKED. It does't seem like it, though," I said.

"Thank goodness. If I had the same personality as you, I would jump out of this Berg right now," she said, still smiling.

"You've barely even talked to me and yet you somehow know my personality?" I asked.

"Yes, I do. You're extremely proud and slightly arrogant, you don't ever show your emotions, you're quite loyal and you always need to have the last word," she said.

"What! No!" I said.

"Mhm. Sure," she said, rolling her eyes.

"Even if that happened to be my personality, how would you even know that's how I am?" I asked.

"I just know. It's a gift," she said, over dramatically.

"Fine then, if our personalities are then same, according to WICKED, then you just described your own personality. Ha!" I said.

"You just said that you thought our personalities were different a minute ago," she said.

"No," I said.

"Yes," she said.

"No."

Yes."

"No."

"Yes."

"Okay, whatever. So what's your actual name, B7?" I asked, smirking and realizing that there was no convincing this girl.

"Ada," she said.

"I'm Minho," I said.

"So, Minho, how are you doing with this whole experiment thing?" asked Ada.

"I want to slap someone," I said.

"Oh hey, me too! I guess we all want to slap someone," she said.

"What's this about slapping people, Minho?" someone asked. I looked up and saw Newt, his hair a little wet.

"She just said that everyone wants to slap someone," I said. Ada suddenly looked like she wanted to run away like she had right when I came to talk to her.

"Are you flirting with people already?" he asked, a smile starting to pull at his lips.

"I am not flirting!" I said. "I'm not flirting, right, Ada?"

"Sure," said Ada, sarcastically, glancing up at Newt, looking slightly less nervous.

"What, do you not like new people?" I asked her.

"Yes, in fact I feel like hiding in a corner every time someone new tries to talk to me," she said, a little snappishly then clapped her hand over her mouth. "Did I just say that?"

"Yes you did," said Newt.

"Aw, Ada, are you flirting?" someone called, in the same tone as Newt had.

I saw another girl walking towards us. Her thin, dirty blonde hair was dripping a little. Her blue eyes had a spark of humor behind them as she called out to Ada.

"What! No! I was just talking!" she said.

"Sure," I said, mimicking how Ada had said it to Newt before.

Ada glared at me. I stuck my tongue out at her.

"You have terrible taste in men," said the new girl.

"Hey, I am the most amazing person ever to live, whatever your name is!" I said.

"Jane. My name is Jane," said the girl.

"Well then Jane, you will soon see that I am amazing," I said.

"Minho, just stop," said Newt, trying and failing to conceal his smile.

"So, what's your name, shank?" he asked Ada.

"Ada," she said. "Et toi?"

"Newt," he said.

"Wait is a shower open?" asked Ada, looking around frantically.

"Yeah, you'd better hurry before someone takes it," said Jane. Ada jumped up and sprinted away towards the showers.

"A shower is open?" I asked, excited to get all of the dust off of myself.

"Yeah," said Newt.

"Have fun flirting, Newt!" I said and ran towards the showers.

When I stepped in, I savored the warm water and probably used soap at least three times. Afterwards, I put on fresh clothes. I felt cleaner than I had in my entire life.

When I got out, I walked over to where everyone was sitting. I saw Ada whipping her wet hair around, spraying Jane and Newt with water.

"You always do this!" said Jane, slightly annoyed.

Ada laughed evilly.

"Hey," I said. Ada turned towards me and a spray of water hit me. I glared at her.

"Do you guys want to go mess with someone?" I asked. "Namely some WICKED person. Or Theresa."

"Um, actually, I think I'm going to sleep," said Jane.

"Yeah, me too," said Newt.

"You guys are boring," said Ada.

"No, we're sensible," said Jane, smiling.

"Boring," whispered Ada, as they walked off to find free spots to sleep.

"Well, I guess it's just you and me, B7," I said.

"Shut up," she said.

I noticed that most of the people on the Burg were asleep. Only Thomas and Theresa were awake.

"What was you job, in the Maze, I mean," asked Ada.

"Runner," I said.

"Hey! Me too!" said Ada.

"Did you ever see a Griever?" I asked.

"A what?" she asked.

"You know, those blubbery things that live in the Maze?" I said.

"Oh! You mean a Metal Monster! Yeah, I got pricked my one," she said. She said the last part sadly.

"Really?" I asked. "What do you remember?"

"I'd rather not talk about it," said Ada.

"Come on, just one thing," I pressed.

She tilted her head to the side. "I think we were friends. Before this."

"How would you know, for sure?" I asked.

"I remember talking to someone and getting extremely frustrated. It's the same feeling I get when I talk to you," she said and laughed. "I also remember gluing someone to a toilet seat with some people. It seems like something you would do."

"Yeah, I would do that," I said. I felt like something was itching at my mind. "Anything else?"

"No," she said, pulling her knees to her chest. "Now goodnight."

"Oh come one," I said.

"Can't hear ya," she said, her eyes closed.

I poked her. When she didn't react, I poked her again. I continued poking her until her eyes snapped open.

"What do you want, you tort? You don't even know me and you're already bothering me at-" she looked at her watch, "1:00 am!"

"What can I say? I like ya, shank," I said.

"Okay, really whats a shank?" asked Ada.

"I don't know, what's a tort?" I countered, smirking.

"You, you're a tort," she said. Just then, the lights switched off, casting the room in a pale glow.

My eyes took a second to adjust to the darkness.

"So why don't you like talking about what you remember?" I asked, my curiosity eating at me.

"It's not a nice story," she said. "And no, I will not tell it."

"Come on. Please?" I asked, poking her, again.

"No."

"Come on, Ada."

She didn't say anything. She just lay down and closed her eyes.

"Just leave me alone, okay, Minho?" she said, finally.

"Fine," I said, and lay down on the cool floor, where sleep finally overcame me.

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