Authors Note: Taylor, you're awesome... just thought I'd put that in there. Thanks for the reviews! Any idea how to get more? And any ideas for the story are welcome as well... Anyway, here it goes (dreamy music imagined here)...

"Shh..." I whispered, shoving Minho aside.

"Lemme see, shuck-"

"Again, shut you're bloody hole!" (Newt's english accent kind of rubbed off on her so you'll catch her using British slang every once in a while) I turned my gaze to the two figures silhouetted against the beach-like background. Thomas and Brenda sat next to each other, talking, laughing, but not daring to touch... Thomas wasn't over Teresa. He'd loved her once, and even after their memories were wiped... They had a connection, and just the telepathy, to be honest that always kind of creeped me out. Then, the scorch trials... Phase two... Poor Thomas, the shank was being used... just like we all were. But him, By the shuck Creators I don't know how he survived. She betrayed him, just like the plaque said. She threw him twists here and there saying "Trust me" when she knew what she was going to do to him. He was confused and angry and miserable... and blinded, he wanted to trust her. He wanted her to be the person he thought she was. She betrayed him, then tried to patch it over, claiming she knew they could never be the same... but she tried anyway. And he tried to forgive her... but he couldn't. He wanted to, I believed that, but he couldn't. She said loosing whatever they might have had was worth his life... but didn't she think about what an impact that would have on his life. She broke his trust, not only in her, but in people... In others. He was suspicious, suspecting... and I couldn't blame him. then she died... for him. Her last words something along the lines of "I love you", a complicated relationship... with a hard heart-braking ending that broke him. He needed time to heal. He deserved it after all he'd been through.

We were snooping. It was juvenile. It was stupid. But we were here for more than just the scoop on him and Brenda. I wanted to keep an eye on him, make sure he was okay. Make sure that after all this, he'd still be the same guy we knew. The guy with a sense of humor and stupid jokes -I missed them, hearing them that is-. The guy that would give up his life in a heartbeat for a friend. The guy who ran out into te maze at night for two guys he barely knew.

Minho had basically crawled on top of me, trying to get a look at the two. "Get off me! You weigh a ton!"

He smirked, but refused move, "All muscle babe."

I rolled my eyes, arching my back and rolling over. I turned so I was looking down at him, "You sure about that?"

He smirked again. My nose crinkled in confusion.. then, he grabbed my arms which were on both sides of his head and thrust me to the side, pinning my arms to the ground. It was my turn to smirk, "Forgetting something?" A look of panic crossed his face, but I wouldn't be that cruel would I?

Yes, yes I would. He moved just in time, my knee connecting with his hip, instead of... you know. He shook his head and stood waving a finger at me. I stood. I was a couple of inches shorter but i was still a worthy opponent and he knew it. I smiled and he gave his trade mark smirk. I kicked, he dodged, swinging a punch aimed for my gut. I ducked, swinging a leg underneath, knocking out his feet and sending him crashing to the ground. He fell with a thud, then so did I. He had grabbed my leg on the way down. I lost balance and fell right beside him. He regained himself faster than I and crawled on top, remembering the legs this time. "I win"

"What do you win exactly?" I realized we attracted a crowd. A bunch of kids, around five or six, were encircling. Minho still didn't move. I struggle against his grip.

He looked around, not realizing I was still underneath of him.

"Kiss her!" someone shouted. I blushed fiercely... to my surprise so did he. He ducked his head, moving off me and sitting to the side.

"So how bout it shuck-face? You wanna kiss?" I teased, sitting up, my face was most likely still pink around the cheeks. I got on all fours, inching closer to him. "Minho?"

Without warning, he pressed his lips to mine, a hand on the back of my head. I blinked once, closed my eyes and kissed back, wrapping my arms around his neck.

"I said 'kiss' not make-out'," complained the kid.

I backed away, not daring to look in his eyes. I had just kissed my dead boyfriend's best friend... Was that bad? A part of me felt like I was cheating on Newt. That I was moving on too quickly... "Uh, It's late... past curfew. Go back to your camps and I won't tell your parents... Okay?"

They nodded and began filing out of the clearing...

"MaC..."

I took a deep breath, "Minho, I-"

"Look," he cut me off, "I know you really cared about Newt... and I know, that was probably really stupid, and reckless, and a real shuck move.. but you kissed back..."

I nodded, a hand covering my mouth, the other wrapped around my waist, "I just... I need to figure some things out... I don't know what... I just... I don't know," and I ran. I left him there confused, embarrassed, and probably hurt. But the tears flew freely out of my eyes and I had no idea where I was headed. I didn't look back, I couldn't. So I kept going, and I kept crying. And when it felt right. I stopped and sat down, a billion thoughts running through my brain. I cried some more. I need to stop crying, I thought, take deep breathes and calm down...

I wrapped my arms around myself and looked out into the green landscape surrounding me. I could see the camp. I was a couple of miles away, four at the most. I sat and I watched. And I thought. Newt would want me to be happy, right? But Minho was his best friend... and when did I start to feel this way about him? He'd always been there. I always cared... but then... He and Newt became my top priorities. Not even Thomas could worm his way up there. It was them. They were all that mattered... Somehow, I just fell for Newt first...and now he was gone. If not dead, a raving crank who'd rip off my head without a second thought... but did that make it okay? I loved him... but he was a memory. The past. I had to move on, but did that mean accepting the feelings I had for Minho? But... Newt, I just wasn't over him... My brain was hurting. My head head was pounding and my eyes had found some sort of endless water supply, but somehow I slept, drifting off into dreams...