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Totally just realized this... I have never wrote a disclaimer...
Disclaimer: I do NOT own Maze Runner or the characters... I have no rights to it... Sadly :-(
Anyway, story-time!
I awoke much to early for my liking. The sun in my eyes, brighter than ever it seemed. I groaned, squinting my eyes and rolling over. Wait... Grass? I had meant to go back to camp last night... Apparently I never did... I stood, wiping the sleep from my eyes and stretching.
"Where in Hell've you been?" Brenda screamed, arms flailing wildly above her head. "Meandering about in the forest while the rest of us-"
"Shut you're hole, Brenda, I get it... I had a rough night, never made it back to camp..."
She seemed taken aback by my sudden outburst, and took to studying my face as we hiked back to camp.
Five minutes later...
She hadn't stopped staring... "Are you quite finished?" I asked firmly, glaring at her. She took a step back, nearly tripping over a nearby twig. She regained her footing, but continued staring at me like I was some sort of alien from outer-space. Shaking my head in disgust I continued on... I liked Brenda... at least more than I did Teresa, but sometimes... Sometimes I just could not stand her!
We had stopped in a clearing about a mile from camp, searching for some berries. I was starving! My mind was drifting however, and I found myself wondering and worrying about Minho instead of the task at hand. What was I going to say to him? How could I make up for what I did... leaving him there... running away from him... for causing all the pain and confusion he must be feeling... Why did I screw everything up?
"MaC... Are you okay?"
"Fine," I snapped.
She out her hand up in mock surrender, "Jeez, you and Minho..." she shook her head and went back to searching...
Me and Minho... what in the world? "Me and Minho?" I asked going for nonchalant.
"It's nothing..." I arched an eyebrow. She gave in, "You're both a bit snippy today is all..."
"Oh," I said going back to the berries. It wasn't out of the ordinary for him to be snippy, but now I was sure it was because of me and not just lack of sleep or just all round irritation with the world. She looked at me... her eyes asking the questions she dared not voice. I sighed... I had to tell someone, right? Preferably someone I trusted and knew Minho would never talk to about this sort of stuff... "Here goes nothing," I mumbled, and I told her. I told her everything I told her about Newt and I in the maze, how I was always... Isolated. How Newt, Alby, Minho, and I had formed a tightly knit group. I told her how we escaped, about Alby's death, about Thomas slowly earning my trust. Then, I told her how Newt's death had affected me... She knew how he died, but she didn't know how much he meant to me... I nearly died... If Minho hadn't been there... Finally I told her about the past few days, Minho and I just catching up... Then, last night...
She looked at me strangely, no one had ever looked at me that way before... Pity, no that wasn't it... Compassion...that might be the right word... Empathy. She understood... kinda. We were sitting in the middle of the clearing cross-legged. Me, barefoot. I was usually barefoot, when I wasn't running in the maze I was barefoot. The the scorch, if I went barefoot there my shuck feet would've burnt off! "We should get a move on," I said, breaking the silence and standing up. picking up my shoes, but not putting them on, the dirt between my toes felt too good to be true...
"Yeah," she agreed, "Probably, but..." she trailed off.
"What?" I asked cocking my head slightly to the side.
"I understand...mostly. He meant a lot to you..." I nodded. " And Minho knows that," she said, putting a hand on my shoulder, it was so much smaller than I was used to... and much lighter than the hands of Minho and Newt, "He just need a little time to understand... It was hard for him too..." she smiled, "but I think that he loved you... I think he always has..." I gaped, my mind drawing a blank... not able to come up with words, I stared.
She took up the lead, as i followed, lost in my thoughts, like the little day-dreamer I never wanted to be...
"We're here,"Brenda said dryly, little to no emotion in the words.
"Yeah, we're here all right," I echoed. I could see him from here. I could pick him out of any crowd... He looked up, probably sensing my watching. His eyes met mine, a tingling sensation traveled down mt spine and I looked at the ground, running a nervous had through my hair.
Minho:
He thought she was beautiful, the first day he saw her he knew that, but what he knew now couldn't compare... She was beautiful n the inside as well... And she was hurting... She was sad... She was putting on a brave face and pretending to be happy. He longed to wrap her in his arms and tell her to let it al out like she had just after they'd read the note... just after Thomas and the others had left the room..
"No... He- he can't... No!" She stuttered. "Minho..." she said turning to him. her eyes were glassy, tears threatening to fall. She blinked them back, unsuccessfully... He moved closer, the eyes combined with the tightness of her jaw the rapid blinking was enough for him. He put a hand o her shoulder, "MaC..."
"This can't be happening..."she muttered. It was just barely audible.
He didn't know what to do. He slid his hand down her arm the way he'd seen her do so many times. She looked down, raising a hand o her temples. Then she looked at him. She was expecting a sarcastic response, and he was expecting a futile attempt at a joke. Neither got what they were looking for. He simply stared at her. His head was cocked slightly to the side, eyes wide, absorbing her every move. She felt his hand on her arm. She knew he cared... And so did she.
She moved closer, resting her head on the crook of his neck and wrapping her arm s around his neck, hugging him. He buried his face in her hair, stoking both her head and back affectionately. He felt her body begin to shake... She was crying. He began to feel his shirt dampen, but he didn't care. He held her. He held her in his arms for what seemed like an eternity... but it still wasn't long enough...