Story... here it is...

Still in shock, I carefully made my way down the tree. Limb by limb I climbed. Minho was waiting at the bottom. He was leaning casually against the tree as if nothing had ever happened. He was chomping happily on an apple... My mouth watered involuntarily. Gurgle... came the sound of my stomach. He looked up in surprise and smirked, "How's the weather up there?"

I rolled my eyes a smile playing across my lips, "More like the food. Where'd you get the apple?" I asked sitting on the branch, my feet dangling just above his head.

He smirked, holding up the apple, "This apple?"

I cocked my head to the side an looked at him, my "Really?" look, he called it. It was amazing how fast he made me forget what had just occurred.

"Ah well... thought you might want a bite." My stomach growled once more. He raised the apple to his mouth and I jumped on his back. One arm wrapped around his neck the other reaching for the apple. He wasn't fast enough in moving his hand... I grabbed his wrist and moved the apple to my mouth, sinking my teeth into the red-delicious. He watched, an entertained smirk plastered onto his ever-so-handsome face. I couldn't help but smile.

Using my distraction as his advantage, he backed me into the tree. I lost my grip on my apple and frantically held to Minho with my knees digging into his waist. He pulled the apple out of my reach and moved away from the tree. I held on with one arm and re-positioned my arm around his neck. I reached for the apple, a smile I just could not contain spreading like wildflowers across my face.

"What are y'all doin?"

Minho and I stopped dead in our tracks and looked at the girl. Long silvery blonde hair framing her face that trailed down past her waist. She was smiling, pearly white teeth sparkling. "I...uh-"

"We-" Minho began...

"S'okay... No need to apologize..." she eyed us carefully, her momentary happiness fading.

"Jane?" I whispered into Minho's ear. He nodded slowly.

Footsteps crunched on the new fallen leaves, cracking twigs and talking in hushed whispers.

"MaC? Minho? What are you doing?" I still hadn't gotten off his back, and he was still holding the apple just out of arms reach...

Minho's eyes widened at the crowd of people and he began sputtering words incoherently out of his mouth, relaxing just enough that I was able to...

"Got it!" I said, tumbling over his shoulder. I smiled victoriously at his glare and bit into the apple... it tasted significantly less good now...

"Oookaaay then..." I heard Thomas say in reaction to my latest stunt.

I got up off the ground and patted Minho on the back, "Better luck next time..." He rolled his eyes and playfully shoved me to the side. I turned my attention to the shanks watching us. I drained my face of all emotion and observed them one by one...

There was Jane, of course, and Harriet and Sonya... Then a tall girl with fiery hair cut short and styled. She held out her hand, it was callused and dirty...much like mine. "Arura," she said a hard egde to her voice. She didn't trust me... "Friends came Rory."

"MaC," I replied nodding. I found she was Group B's Med-Jack and was a voice of reason among the girls.

The next girl was practically jumping up and down. A mile wide smile plastered onto her face. She had long wavy brown hair that fell in layers around her face, shoulders, and down her back. She hugged me... My arms were against my sides. I stood as still as a stone eyes wide in horror and utter confusion. My mouth opened and I gaped. Her arms were squeezing me to the point I was having trouble breathing...until she let go, "Gilly!" she said, this time holding out a hand.

"Ah... MaC..." I muttered shaking it.

She smiled, "I know!" Then pranced away leaving me in shock.

"I hate her!" Great introduction, I thought turning to see this shank. She had short hair, cut almost to her scalp... Much like Harriet, but unlike her, this girls hair was a redish color... Maroon, I decided.

"And you are?" I asked leaning back on leg.

"Rita," She said, not bothering to extend her hand. She aimed a look of loathing in my direction. My eyes narrowed at this shank. "And you're MaC..." She said.

"No really? What was you're first clue?" I asked sarcastically.

She glared back at me... "Him..." she pointed to Minho. I glared at her and she backed down, like a child being scolded by their parent... No one had ever made me back down with a stare, I planned on keeping that record. She moved on as I turned the three girls watching the exchange...

"Problem?" I asked.

"No! no, no, no..." They all blurted, shaking their heads.

One girl's name was Beth... or Wellie if you knew her good enough. Another BB. The last I didn't know...wait... I did a quick head count... There were too many... She wasn't a Keeper.

"It's fine...just..." I turned to the girl, long flowy auburn hair that reached lengths beneath her butt. Her eyes were almost black... "You aren't supposed to be here... Are you?"

She looked at me... shocked, "Excuse me, but-"

I didn't want to deal with this. I didn't have to deal with this. Her voice was annoyingly high and quite frankly, I just didn't like the shank... They way she held herself, the too-confident, I'm-better-than-you'll-ever-be look, and princess attitude completely ruled out the slight chance of me leaning to deal. "You're either a Keeper or not, and you're obviously a not so get goin before I make you"

She looked appalled. Her jaw was on the ground and her hands had dropped from her hips and were now hanging limply at her sides. "Hmph" and with that she flipped her hair and was gone, moving her gargantuan ass back and forth as she went... I shook my head...

"Drama Queen..." Beth ventured going for a joke. I smiled a bit and put a hand on her shoulder...

"They're ready, we should get a move on..."

"You should kick that ass she's so proud of to the moon!" The other, dark-skinned shank with the bob added. I laughed a little.

"Yeah, well... only if she asks for it..."

"She asked for it all right-"

"BB!" Wellie cut her off, "Not now..."

BB glared. I sighed, glancing over at Minho and Thomas. Minho smirked crossing his arms ove his chest and winked at me... I rolled my eyes, but I couldn't help but smirk back. Thomas only shrugged, giving me only a sympathetic smile.

Ah, well... this was my life now... and as Newt would've said... "Best get used to it..."

Minho:

When that girl... Gilly, hugged her, I thought I'd die of laughter. The look of complete horror and shock clear. Her mouth opened and she just looked so... unlike her. It was funny. I'd watched as she recovered...staring in the direction the girl had walked... no, skipped, away in. Then, she was back, the tough outer exterior was aback and her face was a maze, leaving you no clues once-however to what was going through that beautiful head of hers.

Thomas had whacked me upside the head for staring so long...but I couldn't help it... She was distracting... The way she moved, the way her hair caught in the wind... I couldn't help but stare...

"Oh! uh, yeah...Good that," I said, pretending that I was listening. Thomas rolled his eyes. Frypan and Clint, wherever they were could be heard snickering the background. I felt her looking at me... I turned and smirked at her, seeing as how Auburn had stormed off. I folded my arms across my chest and watched as she rolled her eyes and smirked back at me. Her blue-grey eyes shining. Man, how I loved those eyes... I loved her.