Thomas' PoV:

Thomas couldn't believe that Gally was his boyfriend.

It had seemed impossible to win Gally's heart, but it turned out that Gally had a soft side that he would only show Thomas.

Early Sunday morning found Thomas and Gally curled up together in their spot in the corner of the Deadheads. Gally snored into Thomas's chest, as the younger boy held him close, awake already. Smiling, Thomas ran a hand through Gally's soft hair.

The Keeper of the Builders stirred, and Thomas felt bad. "Sorry I woke you," he said when Gally lifted his head to look at Thomas.

Gally leaned in for a kiss, causing feelings to stir inside Thomas. His lips were incredibly soft as they brushed against the younger boy's. Thomas' smile widened when they broke apart. "I don't mind being awake," he said. They kissed again, and this time their kiss quickly heated up. Gally gasped against Thomas's mouth as the brown haired boy pushed him up against the wall. "T-Thomas," Gally moaned, causing a problem below Thomas' waist. Gally's hands slipped up Thomas's shirt, fingers caressing his bare skin. Now it was Thomas's turn to moan.

"God, I love Sunday's," Thomas said, pulling his new boyfriend closer.

After their incredibly hot make out session that morning, Thomas and Gally parted ways - Gally went to a meeting while Thomas went to grab some lunch with Newt and Alby. "So, I see my advice worked," the blond noted. "Congratulations, Tommy."

Thomas beamed. "Thanks. And thanks for the advice."

"Any time," said Newt. "You're my friend, ya know?"

"It's good to know that I have some friends in here," Thomas said. He had Newt, Minho, Alby, and, well, Gally was a little more than a friend. "Kind of ironic how we can be so happy in a place like this, right?"

Newt nodded in agreement, Alby's arm protectively around his shoulders. The dark skinned boy was nothing if not protective, and he acted like Newt was one of his most prized possessions.

"You and Alby are really cute together," Thomas said.

Newt grinned. "I know, right?" He popped a French fry in his mouth right before Alby leaned in for a kiss.

"Doesn't mean you have to make out for the whole world to see." Thomas rolled his eyes.

Thomas was actually in a good mood on his way back from lunch. Of course, what pass as good moods in the Glade don't usually last long.

He found himself pinned against a tree with a knife against his throat and a hand over his mouth. "Scream and we'll kill you, shank," a harsh voice said. "Got it?"

Thomas nodded, careful not to swallow against the sharp blade. Terrified, he saw that the boy with the knife was Ben, Gally's friend. There were two other boys - Gally's friends, who Gally had introduced him to the night before. "What do you want?!" he hissed, when the hand was removed from his mouth. The knife remained at his throat.

"I want you to break up with Gally," Ben said. "I loved him first."

Shock filled Thomas. Gally had told him about Ben's odd behavior. This definitely explained it. "Ben, this isn't the answer," Thomas said. "If you really loved Gally, you'd want him to be happy-"

"But I want to be happy, too," Ben said. "And the only way that I'll ever be happy is if he's mine. But you're in my way." He looked at Thomas like he was the most disgusting thing on the planet. Ironic, with Grievers lurking just outside the walls of the Glade. "Swear you'll break up with him next time you see him, or I will find you again and kill you. No matter what. You hear me?" Ben growled.

Thomas nodded, and Ben released him. He gasped for breath, and the boys were gone by the time he could breathe normally again. Tears stung his eyes. Why couldn't anything ever go right for him? He didn't even need the Maze for his life to be miserable.

AN: Sorry it took so long to update! I've been so busy with school and stuff...I'l try to update more often, though. Review please? :) Updates soon