The Maze Weirdos
By Samhoku
Disclaimer: I do not own the Maze Runner nor do I claim to.
The two girls here are self inserts of me and my sister. We do not claim to be rabid fangirls and wish to write this to the full extent of our personalities.
Chapter:
Veronica was in the Maze. She was looking for the griever hole when Minho found her. He nearly had a stroke when he saw her, "What are you doing in here?! Are you trying to get killed?" He grabbed her by the upper arm and propelled her back towards the door, "We need to run or we'll be late for the door closing." Minho let go of her arm then ran off at a jog, "Keep up!"
Veronica could sense the irritation flowing off of him, so she wisely remained silent. For about 5 minutes. She managed to keep up with him and said while running, "I was looking for the griever hole."
"You're crazy. I already told you it was suicide! Why don't you listen to me?" Minho asked in a very testy voice, "If you had been caught out there and killed your sister would have put me in the stew for dinner one night!"
Veronica raised an eyebrow at Minho, "I'm telling you that is the way out." She and Minho ran through the doors.
When they got through the tall boy spun around and grabbed her by the shoulders, shaking her once, "And I'm telling you it's not! Would you please just listen to me!"
Veronica put her hands on her hips and glared up at him, "Would you just listen to me? I have a memory about the griever hole!"
"A vague memory!"
"It's better than nothing isn't it?"
Samantha had left Frypan to wash the dishes with Chuck. She went to check on Newt and help tend to the garden. The boy was happily minding his own business when she returned the scare favor. She tapped him on the top of the head and he almost jumped out of his skin while swearing up a storm.
Samantha chortled happily and jumped over the rake when he playfully swiped it at her. She was no longer very fat, but had lost a little weight. Samantha sat down next to her friend and started helping weeding, "Hello."
"Hi. Where's Frypan?" Newt asked as he started to help. He looked amused, assuming that the two had been in another argument.
"Washing dishes. He told me to leave the kitchen," Samantha looked a little annoyed about that fact, "But I like the kitchen. I can be alone in the kitchen."
"Oh. I think that's why he likes the kitchen. But why are you so insistent on being alone? Everyone but Gally likes you here. Even Frypan likes you. He as much as admitted to admiring your cooking," Newt replied while asking his question with curiosity.
"I don't know. I just like being alone," The anti-social female was pulling on something that didn't quite look like a weed when she realized it was a regular plant and stopped pulling.
"Being alone isn't all that great," Newt replied wistfully, going back to pulling weeds.
Samantha watched her British friend then asked carefully, "Newt...how did you get that limp?" She sounded concerned, "You're not too good at hiding it."
Newt tensed then answered, "I climbed to the top of the wall and jumped off. I got low, I tried to kill myself. I was lucky to get out of it with a gimpy leg."
Samantha was so quiet for so long that Newt was worried. He looked over at her and was surprised to see her looking saddened by that fact, "Sam?"
"I have gotten that low often enough to play with the idea of doing myself in. You are so nice and happy, it's hard for me to imagine that you would try and kill yourself," Samantha said quietly as she went back to weeding. She had spoken so quietly that Newt almost couldn't hear her.
"I've come a long way since then. Besides," The Brit bumped his shoulder off of Sam's causing her to smile, "I have awesome friends who torment me and keep me from getting that low again."
Samantha accidentally pulled up a carrot. She smiled sheepishly at her friend and handed it to him, "Happy Birthday?"
"I'm touched."
"Don't say I never got ya anything," Samantha jokingly replied, causing the young man to laugh.