Disclaimer: I disclaim everything! TMR is not mine.
Author's Note: This chapter may contain a lot of thoughts that don't make sense. I'm trying the best I could to capture the experience we fondly call "insomnia"...ever had it? Lemme tell you it sucks.
Forget Glader slang, what the fuck happened back there?! That was not me. I'm not a hugger! Well...I don't know about before but I'm not a hugger now. Hugging Minho was nothing short of a demonic possession in action. Shit! Oh man...
Not that it matters but he has nice abs. Seeing it is one thing but touching it? Kinda like comparing the appetizer to the main course and-
WILL YOU STOP IT?! Stop. Stop. Stop. Right now. UGH! The guy is a jerk. Hate him! And his stupid abs and his stupid butt...stupid AND cute butt.
HEY!
Calm down. You're just hormonal. You're a teenage girl stuck in a maze with a bunch of boys. You'd have to be a Class A prude not to notice some of them. But why him? Whyyyy? There's Newt. There's Ben. Hello, Gally's eyebrows? Hot stuff.
What do you mean "why"? Tell me you're not asking your crazy self why you like Minho.
...
Alex? ALEXANDRIA!
Alex let out a low growl and shifted in her hammock. She rolled in her stomach and buried her face against her makeshift bed's rough material. Things were easier when was over-analyzing Van's last words instead of thinking about...well, she didn't want to think about it.
Him, Alex, the voice in her head corrected. You didn't want to think about him.
'Exactly!' she growled inwards. 'Think about more pressing matters.'
How to prevent the potential spread of diseases among these boys.
How to beat Adam in the next drinking contest.
How to minimize the incidence of leg amputations secondary to mid-day Griever attacks.
How to minimize breast growth in the near future...you might wanna start having long-term plans if you want to cross dress forever.
Help him...a good candidate...a strong candidate...make him tick
You don't think Van is talking about Minho, do you?
"Of course not!" she hissed at herself. "Just 'cause I have a crush on him doesn't mean-EEK! Lies!"
She's a GIRL for shuck's sake. She's emotional. Emotional people hug others on impulse.
But you liked it when she hugged you, didn't you? You know, you could've handled that salve on your own, you conniving shuckface you...
She was right. I needed medical attention!
You needed medical attention or her attention-
Shut up! Don't even go there. Not with that ugly slinthead!
You really think that? It's kinda dumb to lie to yourself, shank. You like her...despite the ugly hair and the small rack and oh, didn't you hit her there on her first day?
I didn't know-!
And you even let her ride on your shoulders. Go ahead. Blush. No one will see you.
I DO NOT LIKE HER!
...Maybe you should have listened to what Van said before he-
Minho punched his pillow more times than necessary before resting his head back on it. Given that he couldn't remember his past, he had never felt more distracted and bothered than he did that night. It bothered him so much since he had prided himself with his ability to remain level-headed in front of everything. Even when he lost his temper he could still think of solutions and ways to get out of a problem. With Alex though, everything made him feel awkward and out of it and eventually, trapped. With a heavy sigh, he forced his eyes shut. His last thoughts before drifting off in a fitful sleep were of green eyes and Gladers sticking their tongues at him.
The next day while queuing for breakfast, Ben elbowed the guy behind him. "Hey Jeff. Look at him." They both looked at Alex who was seated on one of the tables all by herself. Her face was stuck in a perpetual frown as she repeatedly stabbed her breakfast with a fork.
"What did that omelette ever do to him?" Jeff grinned.
"Oh look," Ben said. "Turns out he's not the only one who woke up in the wrong side of the bed."
A few tables away Alby was breaking up an escalating fight between Minho and another boy. From the raised tones of their voices it was clear that the bantering would have ended into a fist fight without their leader's intervention.
"Shuck it. It's a good thing we don't have to work with either of them hotheads."
"Good that," Jeff agreed.
Author's Note Part 2: Like I said last week I won't be able to update for a while. I have a plane to catch in a few hours and life will be a roller coaster from there up to a few days at least. This chapter helped a LOT so that I could deal with the (apparently) very heavy feeling of leaving loved ones behind...ever if it's for something as cool as London. Oh well. Don't give up on this story though! I SHALL RETURN! Regards to valhallababe, Yuumii, amillipede, RebellionLies, theevilsquiddancer, Nereatje, OnyeezU, BLUENIGHT23, and Danna! You guys are LOVE. =)