—aAuthor's note; Special thanks to the fabulous Minho fans who reviewed, followed and favourited. For the story, please consider this as an AU to the first book when it comes to how long Thomas has spent in the Glade by now. This one is pure #fabulousminho, so sit back, relax and enjoy!
Chapter Two; What Minho Does After Dinner
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Dinner had come rather late thanks to a certain Glader throwing a tantrum in Frypan's kitchen (Minho and Newt had dealt with Gally appropriately following this. You don't want to know where Gally is now) and everyone now lay in whatever sleeping spots they could find. Not that half of the Glade wasn't awake listening to the suddenly louder shrieks of the Grievers drifting to them from beyond the sealed walls. But that wasn't possible as of yet. They were safe at least for tonight.
"Can Grievers climb over the walls?" asked Thomas in barely a whisper as Minho stood and headed for the Map Room.
"Frypan must've cooked something nasty into that omelette," muttered Minho without a backwards glance. "Did you find any tentacles, Shank?"
Thomas was momentarily caught off guard. "No, but can the Grivers—"
Minho placed both hands behind his head and stretched. "If you got questions, you ask 'em in the Map Room. I can't stall my work."
"It's only one question!"
The Runner didn't reply, or at least Thomas thought so, because he was then walking uninterrupted towards the Map Room. He could've sworn that he'd heard Minho say something like Too fabulous to care, dude.
Wondering what could possibly go wrong, Thomas stood up and followed, glad that Chuck was too busy sleeping to notice.
The Map Room was the same as it had been since the day Thomas was picked as a Runner. Dusty, brimming with boxes of scrolls of paper, the table and the model Maze all in place. Minho happened to be studying a couple of maps and doin what looked like tally marks on another sheet of paper.
If he had written his "Fabulousness" all over the walls, I'd be shucking panicking. Thomas cleared his throat.
Minho appeared to notice but promptly ignore. "Oh hey dude."
"Yeah, about my question—" started Thomas.
"They can't," replied Minho nonchalantly. "You should've asked that the first night you spent here."
Thomas nodded. "I have another question."
Minho groaned. "Slim it, dude. Go wake Newt up and ask him."
The younger boy pressed on. "Well, you said that Grievers come out only at night."
"Uh-huh. They like looking at the pretty stars."
"You also said that I was the first to survive a night in the Maze."
"Because you're both stupid and brave. But more on the stupid side."
"If you put those two points together, how did you even know that the Grievers existed? After all, their sounds could've just been recordings played at night by those WICKED people."
Minho rolled his eyes. "Have you been watching Honest Trailers?"
Thomas shrugged. "Still a pretty good point though."
The Keeper turned to face him with a look of absolute seriousness. "Listen, Thomas," he said darkly. "It's a life lesson I'm about to tell you. Listen up."
"What?"
"Pay attention! You must never, ever, ever—"
"Go into the Maze at night?"
"Never judge a book by its movie."
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