I awoke to... well, with Minho falling on top of me... literally.

Both Newt and I are restless sleepers, so like usual, we ended up with our limbs spread wide, sprawled across the lawn. In sleep, I unconsciously kick and roll around in a very unattractive manner, whacking people people with my sporadic limbs. In the early morning, before the sun even had a chance to shown itself, a heavy thud and hard impact, snapped my eyes open with a loud groan.

My face crinkled up as I moaned, "What the-"

"Uh...sorry 'bout that..." Minho said, his voice groggy and tired. His black silk fell into his face as he pushed himself off of me, rolling to the side.

"S'alright," I mumbled, rolling onto my stomach and holding myself up with my elbows. After a long yawn, I rubbed my eyes and looked at the boys beside me. One, silky black hair strewn across his face as he lay with his hands covering his face, blocking his eyes from the faint light erupting from the east. Trying to deny the new day. The other, mouth wide open in sleep, eyes closed in peaceful dreams of freedom and love. Blonde and strong, one arm across his chest the other strewn out to the side as if reaching out to someone. "I would've had to get up anyhow..." I said, brushing back my hair.

"Guess so," he grumbled.

"Might as well go get your stuff, your runnin with Alby today after all, gots to show 'em the griever."

He waved me off, irritable as always in the morning. He stood mentioning something about food. I followed, planting a quick kiss on my lover's forehead.

"Minho! Wait up!"

He grumbled and growled, but he did as I asked.

"You know, if you quit grumbling about every little thin, you might learn to, I don't know, deal with the buggin thing and get the hell over it!"

He glared at me and I laughed, "Oh c'mon Minho, you know I'm only kidding."

"Mmmhmmm"

I latched onto his arm and gave him my best puppy-dog eyes, "Aww... Poor baby, can't take a joke, whatever willl I do without him! Forgive me?"

He rolle his eyes, shaking his arm free of me as I cackled next to him. "But, Minho!"

"Really, Frypan?" I said putting hand on my hip, "I may be smaller than these guys but I can still eat 'em under the table, You ain't gonna get by with that load a klunk." minho snorted next to me as I called the chef out.

The hairy boy gave me a hard look, but ended up giving me the food with a slight smirk.

After...

"MaC!" I looked over my shoulder to a see an angry looking Alby.

"What did I do this time?" I asked Minho, half-heartedly.

He shrugged, "Alby? He aint got nothin on you, Me on the other hand..."

I shoved him playfully, not really meaning it, "Slim it, shuck-face." He smiled.

Alby caught up with us, his ears practically smoking. "Minho, go get the collar." Minho began to object tot the order, but was met with a stare that would've made a lesser man fall to his knees.

"Beautiful day, isn't Alby?" I asked brightly crossing me hand over my chest.

He glared, "Slim it, MaC."

"I didn't-"

"You're bloody distractin everyone again!"

"I can't help what I am Alby!" I screamed, Not this Again... "I'm a girl Alby, best get used to it, cause I can't change!" I was attracting a crowd. "You expect me to act like a just another one of the boys?" my screaming was growing steadily louder, "Well, I'm not Alby! I'm not!"

With that I stalked past him, back to the Homestead where I found Newt and Thomas in the middle of a conversation.

"What was going on?" Tommy asked me.

Newt shot me a knowing look before he dove into his eggs avoiding the question. "Alby's what bloody happened..." I muttered, taking a seat next to him.

"But- What are they doing now?" He asked. The crowd had gathered once more, this time, seeing Minho and Alby off."

Newt told him so.

"Hey," Chuck said, " I've got a question about that." A small bit off bacon flew from his mouth as he said that. I didn't even blink. Flying food had become a part of my life in the Glade.

"Yeah, Chuckie?" Newt asked, sounding somewhat sarcastic, "And what's your bloody question?"

Chuck seemed deep in thought, an odd look on his pudgy little-boy face, "Well, they found a dead griever, right?"

"Yeah," Newt replied to the obvious.

"Thanks for that bit of news" I added.

"Well, then who killed the stupid thing?"

The two boys waited for an answer from either Newt or I, but we had no answer...but what ever it was... It wasn't good. Griever were nasty little buggers... I didn't want to meet whatever monstrosity had managed t kill it.

A/N: OOOOOOOhhhhh... Here comes the good part! I'M SO EXCITED!

PLEASE REVIEW!

MaC:Yes, that'd be nice, Then she'd stop SCRAMING IN MY EAR!"

Me: hehehehe

MaC: *Glare*

Minho: ladies...

Me&MaC: Slim it, Minho!

Minho: *hands up in surrender*

Newt: Just give her a bloody review...

Me: *smiles* Yes, thank you!