I made this one extra long because I updated late. Enjoy this 6000 word chapter! :)

" What do you mean, Thomas? " I ask, panic flaring in my chest. Has Janson already decided to screw us over? Are the trials starting back so soon? I don't want to believe it.

" Janson is no where to be found too. " Thomas says, his shoulders tense. Newt and Minho's eyes go wide with fear. A rage boils within me as my mind races. Why would they move us to a different facility just to leave us here? It doesn't make sense. I've never known WICKED to slaughter their own people and then abandon their subjects.

" That asshole! " I growl while sitting up. If we can't get into the girls' room, then where are they? Are they trapped in there like they were in the Maze? Is Teresa okay? Is Sonya okay? What about that girl Noah liked, is she okay? I try to stand, but Newt pushes me back down.

" You aren't going anywhere. " He narrows his eyes at me. His protectiveness was cute and whatever earlier, but now it's just annoying.

" Teresa is my best friend. " I say, pushing him away. I sit up then stand, legs wobbly. But Newt picks me up and puts me back on the bed.

" I don't care if she was your best friend. You aren't strong enough. " Newt says, then he looks at Thomas. " We need to find Janson. He can help us. "

A surge of annoyance and anger flushes through me. Janson is not some angel! For heavens sake he was the one that let me be tortured. He probably instigated it. We can't trust him. No matter what he promises, or what he says.

" Janson won't help you. " I say, a stern look on my face. Newt shakes his head.

" Now is not the time for you to be having bloody trust issues! "

" Fine then. Go trust someone from WICKED to save your asses. " I cross my arms over my chest, and stand again. This time Newt simply looks at me with disbelief coloring his face as I walk past him.

" What do you mean? "

" I mean, that this is all a trap. An effort to get better brainwaves or whatever. " I say, stopping in front of Thomas. " You obviously don't trust them, " I tell him, " Will you help me save the Fam-, I mean Gladers? "

Thomas' light brown eyes flicker from me to Newt. I can see the resolve in them, but he seems hesitant to go against Newt. I know his conscience is telling him to leave this place. Run out into the Scorch and test our chances there. So when his gaze finds mine, the determination in his eyes doesn't surprise me. Even with his memories gone, Thomas hasn't changed one bit.

" I'll help you. " Thomas says, then he looks at Newt and Minho. " I'll help them. "

" Good. Because we need to figure out what we're going to do next. " I say, pushing past him and out the door. I look over my shoulder, a signal for him to follow me. His feet follow my path, and I head for the other side of this facility. That's where the girls are kept.

As I walk into the main room, I notice a few things. First off, the food is nearly gone. The metabolism of twenty teenagers has ravaged the pile. Secondly, the guards are missing. Any person that works for WICKED is gone. It's as if they've evacuated the place.

I shake my head and walk down the nearest hall. I remember seeing the girls being lead this way.

" Thomas, " I say looking over my shoulder. " What exactly hap- "

Pain blossoms in my head as I run into a wall.

" Ow, what the hell? " I mumble while rubbing my head and stumbling back a couple steps. I look at the wall that seals the hallway off. It's made of brick, and it's as sturdy as any other wall. The fact that it's brick throws me off. Every other wall here is made of wood or steel that's been painted over, but this one is different.

" It's been there since this morning. " Thomas says with a light laugh, then his mood seems to darken. " I noticed the girls weren't at breakfast. So I went to check on Teresa and I couldn't get by. "

I push on the wall as hard as I can. It doesn't budge. How did they get this up without anyone noticing? Why would they even do that? This could be a distraction—something to draw our attention away from the obvious. We can't dwell on it.

" There's nothing we can do for now. " I say. Thomas opens his mouth to protest, but I hold my hand up. " It could be a distraction. "

" A distraction from what? "

" I don't know. Is anything else off? "

" Not that I know of. " Thomas says, then he seems to study my face, his eyebrows drawn together. " Do I know you? "

" Yea. " I reply, and his eyes widen.

" But, you were in the Maze. You shouldn't have your memories. "

" I wish I didn't have them. " I shake my head, thinking about how complicated everything is. If I didn't have my memories, everything would be easier. I don't want to remember that I helped WICKED by killing my friends. And now, everything I did has led up to this.

We can't stay here. We have to leave, but… Newt. I don't want him near Cranks. Is it selfish to prefer one person's life over the lives of your friends? Am I a bad person for needing him here? I won't forgive myself if he gets the Flare. I already failed to protect my family; I can't fail to protect him.

All we can do is stay here and wait. Wait to see what happens. Knowing WICKED, they have an intricate plan to get the best brainwaves from us. Escaping isn't possible. We're stuck in their grasp. There is no one to save a bunch of kids like us. Who would risk their lives for someone they don't even know?

" Louisa? " Thomas asks, pulling me out of my thoughts. His expression is one of curiosity. I'm pretty sure his face is permanently frozen like that. He's always wanting to know more. " Newt told me that you died in the Maze. "

I remember that conversation. That night I had started the relationship with Lee to check on them. It was also the day I found out Newt wasn't immune. I nod, not knowing what to say.

" When I asked people about you they got angry. "

I laugh. " Of course they did. "

" What did you do to piss them off so much? " Thomas ask, and I cast a sideways glance at him. Telling him they're mad at me because I killed one of their friends would mess up his image of me. For once I would like to have someone not think I'm a cold-blooded murderer.

" That's a story for another time. " I sigh.

" What was it like at WICKED? " Thomas presses.

" Boring. " I say, as we start walking back to the main room. " There was hardly anything to do. "

" But, you were inside of WICKED. Surely you found something out. "

Did I really learn anything? I know that WICKED is evil. I know they're studying brainwaves for a cure. But does Thomas know that? What is the extent of his knowledge? Does he know how they tortured Cranks to study them, or how they will kill your closest family members for brainwaves?

" They're bastards. "

He smiles as we enter the main room. The lights seem to have dimmed, and the table in the middle of the room is empty. The Familiars emerge from their rooms, probably looking for food. When the food proves nonexistent, murmurs surge through them. I can hear the panic edging their voices, curiosity and dismay lingers in their eyes. I can't help but let their panic seep into me until my own heart thuds with fear. There's no food. I know for a fact that WICKED isn't just going to march in here carrying a cake to celebrate our survival. No, they're going to make us suffer.

I creep further into the room, and I can feel everyone's accusing eyes on me. They're waiting for me to say something, do something, since I was close to WICKED. They're probably waiting for me to say that this was all a sick joke, and that they never escaped. That I was being the manipulative person they think I am. Hell, they might even think this was all my fault.

" What are we going to do? " Winston asks, his eyes narrowing at me after he glances at Newt.

" There's nothing we can do. " Thomas says, repeating what I said earlier. " It could be a distraction. "

" A distraction from what? " Frypan asks, " Why can't we just leave? "

I scoff. " And face the Scorch and Cranks? I would much rather take my chances here. "

Thomas looks at me, as if he's considering what Frypan said. He starts to say something, but Newt speaks first.

" We need to explore the building. We can't do anything until we know the layout. " Newt says while sitting down in a chair. He runs his hand through his hair, a nervous habit he's picked up.

" I say we split up into groups of two. " Thomas says and I can see the wheels in his brain turning. I look around the room. There's seven of us: Newt, Minho, Thomas, Frypan, Winston, Clint and me. There would have to be a group of three, or someone could just explore by themselves. I would gladly explore by myself. I was alone with Thomas for a couple of minutes and it was like I was being interrogated. The loneliness and privacy is welcome at the moment.

I see someone move out of the corner of my eye. I don't recognize the figure, and next thing I know he's pinned against the wall by Minho.

" Who the shuck are you? " Minho raises his voice while gripping the boy's collar.

" Who am I? " The boy responded, " Who are you? "

Newt is standing now, moving towards Minho and the boy with a stern face.

" Don't play any bloody games. Tell us who you are. " Newt says as he comes to a stop next to Minho. The boy is wearing pajamas, despite the fact that it's the middle of the day. His hair is blond, a lighter color than Newt's. He crosses his arms over his chest as a defiance overtakes his features.

" My name's Aris. Anything else you want to know? "

I already want to choke him. I can see Thomas clench his fists, and I know he feels the same.

" Minho, put the kid down. " I say even though Aris looks older than me. His grey eyes move over to me, and Minho slowly loosens his grip on his collar. Newt looks at me, the 'what the hell are you doing?' question stuck on the tip of his tongue. I smile softly as I stride towards them. Surely WICKED left him here for a reason.

I stop right in front of the boy. " Walk with me? " I ask Aris. Newt shifts behind me.

" I don't think that's a good idea. " Newt says, and I feel his presence right behind me.

" She looks more than capable of taking care of herself. " Aris replies, his eyes trailing up and down my body. A cold fear grabs me as I remember the last time someone looked at me like that. That someone ended up raping me and—

" She likes to think she's able to protect herself, but she's not. " Minho says, crossing his arms over his chest. I tear my eyes away from Aris and glare at Minho.

" You'd like to think that wouldn't you? So you can be my knight in shining armor. "

" I don't have time to be anyone's bodyguard. But I would protect you. "

" I don't need you to protect me! " I raise my voice.

" Prove it. " He unfolds his arms, holding them up and backing away. He wants to fight. He wants to test me right now. We have more important things to worry about! But if I say that, it would make me look pathetic.

I charge forward like I did so many times with Brenda. His eyes widen for a second, but he braces himself for the impact. He tries to dodge my attack, but I manage to grab his arm, and pull him down. He slams onto the ground as I try shove my knee into his back. He rolls out of the way, and my knee hits the ground. I feel his hand on my back, pushing me down, but I twist so I'm facing him. I kick him in the chest and he flies backward. I quickly get up, straddle him and put my hands on his shoulders, keeping him in place. He looks up at me, smirking.

" I kind of don't want to get out of this one. " Minho's hands go to my hips, and gives them a light squeeze. My stomach does a flip as I lean down to whisper something in his ear.

But I'm yanked away by Newt. A fury is in his eyes, making me jerk out of his grasp as if I'd been burned. He turns toward Frypan, who seems to shrink away from Newt.

" Take her somewhere while we deal with Aris. "

Newt grabs my arm and pulls me to Frypan. I glare at him.

" I need to talk to Aris. " I say, but Newt shakes his head.

" You're going to get yourself hurt. Go with Frypan. "

" You can't tell me what to do. " I growl.

" I am in charge here. You do as I say. " He stalks forward and looks down at me. I've never seen this fire burn in his eyes like this. Is he that pissed at me? Most people would probably be intimidated, but I stand my ground. Why is Newt being like this?

" I think I know him. " I lie, trying to get Newt to let me stay. His eyes widen a bit, but he doesn't back away.

" I said no. "

I push him away and storm out of the room. I hear Newt mumble a " Stay with her, " and footsteps follow me, but I ignore them. I want to help the Familiars! Aris could know something we don't. He could be someone sent here from WICKED. They will never figure that out without me. I would be able to tell after a conversation. It could take them days. That's time we don't have.

Due to the fact that my legs are still recovering, I have to take a break because of their weariness. I slide my back down the wall and splay my legs out in front of me. Frypan sits on the other side, ( I had forgotten he was following me, ) and looks like he's about to say something but he closes his mouth. I can still feel anger pulsing inside of me like ripples in water. They were so worried about me earlier. When they realized I was fine they both gave me the cold shoulder. Minho picks a fight and Newt manages to protect me and make me feel small and insignificant at the same time. Assholes.

After a couple of minutes I stand, my legs still a little shaky. Then I walk all the way down the hallway, the light getting brighter the further I go. I come to a door at the end and I push on it. It swings open, revealing a bunch of stainless steel appliances. A enormous fridge is right in front of me. I rush forward and open it to find that it's stocked with fresh vegetables and meat. There's an intake of breath behind me, and I turn to see Frypan staring slack-jawed at everything. It's a kitchen you would find in a restaurant. It's perfect.

" We solved the food problem. " I breathe out, my previous rage diminishing. Frypan opens the cabinet next to the fridge, and finds spices of every kind. I check the freezer and I find ice cream. Ice cream! I don't remember ever tasting ice cream.

" We're making a three course meal for everyone. " Frypan's face comes to life. The shadows are chased away and a bright smile takes their place. His smile must be contagious, because I soon find one spreading across my face.

He digs around in a different cabinet, and I hear boxes of pasta being moved around. The clank of glass jars come next, and he starts setting stuff down on a nearby table. I walk over and peek over his shoulder. He turns around and nearly crashes into me, but I move out of his way in time. He opens the fridge and comes out with tomatoes and ground beef. I look back at the seasonings on the table. Chili powder, garlic powder, onion powder, red pepper flakes, oregano, paprika, cumin, salt, pepper and cilantro. He's making burritos.

Frypan goes back to the cabinet and grabs flour, salt, and vegetable oil. He mixes them together in a bowl, creating a doughy type texture. He rolls them out into circles, puts them on the pan, then puts them in the oven. He glances up at me, then starts cutting tomatoes.

" If you're making burritos, then you should add onion and jalapeño. " I say while walking over to the fridge. I search through the rows of vegetables until I find the onions, then I do the same for the jalapeños. I set them in front of Fry's cutting board, and he nods in thanks.

" Can you start the appetizer? " He asks.

" An appetizer? We're getting fancy. "

" It's just chips and dip. " He says, " The chips are in the other cabinet. "

I walk over and open the cabinet, to find a couple of bags of tortilla chips. I pull them down and set them on the counter.

" What type of dip? " I ask, glancing over at my shoulder to find Frypan cutting onions.

" Seven Layer dip. "

So that has to be refried beans on the bottom, with guacamole on top of that, then two different types of salsa, with sour cream and shredded cheese on the very top. That's not even seven layers. I'm going to change the name to Six Layer Dip.

I grab everything out of the cabinet and place it on the counter. I then walk over to the fridge and get the sour cream and avocados. I grab a couple of bowls then make the guacamole first, stealing some of Frypan's seasonings and tomatoes. I layer it, making sure each layer is even before I add the next. Frypan starts cooking the ground beef in a pan on the stove, but he seems to be marveling at it. The meat is cooking so much faster than it did in the Glade. Normally it would take an hour on low before it started to turn brown. Now, after just five minutes, the pinkness of the meat is already disappearing. He adds the spices and seasonings, filling the air with their delightful smell.

" You have to make dessert. " Fry says, turning to look at me. " Your cupcakes tasted delicious. "

" I thought you would throw them out. " I made those cupcakes before I was put in the Slammer. It was ages ago. I never even finished them.

" Newt put the frosting on them. I was going to throw them out, but he insisted that everyone could use something sweet. "

" I didn't know that. " I mumble,

" It was actually the day you ran into the Maze. " He says, and I remember exactly what happened.

…..

I sit on the ground with my feet tucked under me, trembling. Reed's body is in front of me, as lifeless as stone. His head is cocked to one side, an unnatural angle. It's like the muscles in his neck have disappeared. His black hair is in front of his eyes, something I'm grateful for. I don't know what I'd do if I had to look into his eyes. The eyes of an enemy and the eyes of an old friend.

" Louisa? " Minho asks, but I barely hear him. I'm too consumed by my sorrow, guilt, and panic to notice anything. I'm clutching my head in my hands, a headache blossoming as I dig my fingers into my scalp. I've screwed up. I was so pissed that I killed someone. I had no right to do any of that. Reed was controlled by WICKED. They were making him hurt me. None of it was his fault. He barely even remembered what he did! He died for something that WICKED made him do.

A hand on my shoulder causes me to whip my head around. My hands fall into my lap, and I look up at Minho through my tears. His face is one of bewilderment, and his eyes glance over at Reed every once in a while as if he's expecting him to jump up.

" I killed him. " I say, through my choking sobs," I killed him. What am I going to do? "

He says nothing. He just pulls me into a hug, and I cry into his shirt. My mind is racing, my breathing sporadic, and my heart thuds like a powerful drum in my chest. When my crying doesn't slow, Minho pushes me away and grabs my shoulders.

" Louisa. Everything will be okay. " He says, his brown eyes pouring into mine. I close my eyes and shake my head no.

" I screwed up. I'm a killer. A murderer. "

Minho shakes my shoulders, causing me to open my eyes.

" Never say that. You aren't a killer. You're a good person. You just did what you had to. "

" But—"

" You are a good person. The nicest she-shank I've ever met. " Minho says and I hug him again. This time it's brief, and I pull away, my mind a little clearer. I have to run. I need a bag of supplies for the Maze. If I go without it, then I'll die. It's not like that would be a bad thing though.

" I need a bag of supplies. " I say, and Minho simply nods.

" For what? " He asks.

" I'm going to run. " I say, my voice breaking. The chances of survival out there are slim. I could lose my life and never see any of these people again. I could never see Minho or Newt again. Or Frypan or Winston. The thought saddens me even more, but death doesn't scare me. Anything could be better than living.

I won't kill myself. I promised Newt. I will survive and what for them on the other side. I could have a family there. Those are the people I need to survive for.

" Meet me in the map room in ten minutes, " He says, his head dropping and a sad tone taking over his voice. I nod, and glance back over at Reed. He looks peaceful in death. Is that what death is? You work so hard in the hell that is life to be rewarded by peace at death. It seems better than I thought.

Once I feel like I can stand, I try to. My foot nearly gives out, and the pain makes me grit my teeth. But I manage to walk out of the cell. Nobody notices the girl limping into the Deadheads. I open the door to the map room, to find Minho shoving stuff into a runners pack. His shoulders are tense and his movements are rapid and choppy, like he's angry. I see pieces of paper and pencils sitting on the map of the Maze, and an idea forms in my head. I could leave Newt a note.

I grab the two pieces of paper, not knowing how many I'll need. With a shaky hand, I write:

Dear Newt,

I killed him. I killed Reed. There was no way Alby was going to let me stay in the Glade so I stuck to our plan. You know? The plan where I find a way out, and wait for you on the other side. I know you guys can do this. I know I can do this. I'm also sorry I didn't say goodbye. I really wanted to, but the maze walls were closing, and I had to get out of there. Minho had caught me by surprise, showing up at the Slammer. I know what you're thinking to. He could've saved me, but I didn't want him too. I didn't need saving. So, don't hate him.

I have to start a second page.

I'm pretty shaken up about taking someone's life away, but I'll manage. I always do. I had considered killing myself, the guilt is like this huge weight on my chest, but I didn't. I remembered my promise. What I want, is for you to remember yours. I'll see you again. So don't hurt yourself. Survive, for me, promise?

Love,

Louisa.

My face is wet with tears by the time I finish. The writing seems like it's barely readable, but it has to do. I doubt I could write it any neater with my hands shaking the rest of they are. I fold the note and tap Minho on the shoulder.

" Could you give this to Newt for me? "

He nods and sticks the note in his pocket. I look up at his face, to find that it seems sorrowful. His eyes look watery as he hands me the bag. When I go to grab the brown material, he doesn't let go.

" Will you try to survive? " He asks, one of his hands moves to cover mine.

" Of course. " I say, and I look into his eyes. The emotion there surprises me—anger, sadness, and compassion. He pulls me into a hug one last time, before he starts to walk out of the room.

" After the walls close, I'll tell everyone you ran. " Minho says as he leaves, " Please live. "

I nod even though his back is to me. He jogs into the woods, and I stand there, hollow and empty.

….

" Louisa! " Frypan says, and I shake the memory off. Minho was so nice then. Now he just keeps on being rude to me. Not only that, but when I tried to save him from WICKED, he ran and he called me a slut and a bitch. I miss the Minho from the Maze. It was him I loved.

Wait, what?

" Louisa start the cupcakes. " Frypan says, shoving flour into my hands. I find that the meat has finished cooking, and he's plating the burritos. I grab the ingredients I need: baking powder, salt, sugar, butter, eggs, and vanilla extract. I decide to make the same ones I did back in the Glade, since the recipe is so simple. In a large bowl, I cream the butter and the sugar together before adding two eggs and the vanilla extract. In a smaller bowl, I whisk the flour, baking powder and salt together. I hum all the while.

" I'm going to go give everyone the chips and dip. " Frypan says, grabbing the dip I made and pouring the chips in a bowl.

" Okay. " I say as he leaves.

I gradually add the flour mixture into the other bowl, grabbing a spoon to stir it. Then, I hear the door to the kitchen open again.

" Back so soon? I figured you would eat with them. " I say, but the voice that answers isn't Frypan.

" I'm not hungry. " Newt says, and I turn and look at him. His blond hair is messy, like he's run his hand through it too many times. The bags under his eyes are more prominent than they were earlier, as if leading the Familiars exhausts him. He just looks so utterly tired. Not just from lack of sleep but from everything. I start to ask if he's okay, but then I remember how he made me leave the room, and how he doubted me. My rage returns, and I direct it all at him.

" Then don't eat. " I snap and turn back around to continue mixing my cupcake batter. I hear him walk behind me, and his hand goes onto my elbow. I feign ignorance to the sparks that I feel.

" I'm sorry. " Newt says, putting his head on my shoulder. Some of my anger melts away, but not all of it. " It's just, you're so different from when you were with us. "

" How? " I ask. As far as I'm concerned, I'm still the same as when I left. Just more broken. Newt turns be around to face him, his chocolate brown eyes finding my grey ones.

" You're braver, stronger, faster and more independent. " He says with a small smile. " You've grown up a little bit. "

His words shock me. I am none of those things. I was too scared to go against WICKED, and my family died because of it. I'm still the same weak girl I was in the Maze.

" Why wouldn't you let me stay and question Aris? " I ask the question that's on the tip of my tongue. His smile disappears as he answers.

" I didn't want you to get hurt. "

" I can take care of myself. "

" I know. " He says, putting his hands on my hips.

" Then why are you protecting me so much? "

" Because I'm afraid of losing you. " He grabs my hand and I feel my heart speed up. He's protecting me because he doesn't want to lose me again. He won't lose me. As long as we're alive, we'll be together.

" But, you're carrying too much Louisa. " He says, pushing my hair back behind my ears. " I can see you breaking. "

This conversation is getting heavy. Soon he'll ask what has me so stressed, and I can't tell him it's because I don't know if he's going to survive. I can't tell him it's because he isn't immune. I can't tell him it's because I don't know if his sister survived. So, I let my free hand slide back on the counter, and into the flour. He's so focused on my eyes that he doesn't notice until I put the handful of flour right on top of his head.

His eyes widen and he jaw drops a little bit. I laugh as he staggers back, but it quickly stops as he dips his hand in my cupcake batter and slings it at me. It splatters across my face, and I gasp. I stick my hand back in the flour then throw it at him, and he laughs. He grabs the flour bag in his hand, and throws handfuls at me. I put my hands up, trying to keep it off my face, screaming. I turn my back to him, but that was a bad idea. I hear his footsteps, and then he turns the bag of flour over on my head.

It falls all over my clothes and in my hair. Some of it even goes in my mouth. I can still feel a small pile on my head, so I turn around and face Newt. He's laughing his ass off, clutching his stomach. He's got flour in his hair and all over his clothes.

" Newt! " I whine, " This is never going to come out! "

He takes one look at me and starts laughing again. I can't help but join him. I start walk towards him, my flour-coated arms extended as if to embrace him. If I'm covered in flour, then he has to be covered too.

" No. " Newt says, putting his hands up. I simply grin and start to walk towards him. " No! " He turns and runs, laughing. I follow him, slowing my run so all of the flour doesn't blow off of me. I giggle as I run, having fun for one of the few times in my life.

" Stop! " I yell, laughing. " I just want to share! "

He bursts into the main room, and I follow him. He runs around the Familiars, all of which are sitting at the table, eating the chips. They all look up at Newt and I, and the smiles that occupy our faces. I catch up to Newt, tackling him. We fall onto the ground in a mess of limbs. He manages to turn as he falls, making it to where he's looking up at me. When I land, the impact makes me fall forward but when I sit up, l look down at him.

" Got you. " I smirk, crossing my arms over my chest.

" I should give you your reward. " He whispers, his hand going to the back of my neck. He pulls me down and kisses me. It taste like flour, but beneath that there's the familiar sparks. I feel like I could melt into a puddle at any time.

" Get a room! " Winston raises his voice, and I pull away from Newt, and smile at him. He raises his eyebrow, and I laugh, standing up. I put my hand down, helping him up. He's covered in flour, even more so than me. He looks around at everyone, and they shake their heads, small smiles on their faces.

I stand on my tippy toes, and whisper in Newt's ear, " Follow me. " I grab his hand, and start to walk out of the room. He walks beside me, swinging our arms between us. He's looking at our intertwined hands, a huge smile on his face. I look over my shoulder, and I see Minho staring at us. His face is distant, and I remember what I thought earlier. I had thought I had loved him. I literally thought, " I loved him. " No, what I feel for Minho can't be love. It isn't possible to love two people at one time. I can't love two people at one time.

I look back at Newt, and he smiles at me, and I smile back. This is love.

Love isn't when some challenges you to a fight in front of everyone. Love isn't when he calls you a bitch. Love isn't when he doesn't trust you. Besides, he said he hated me. There was that one time Minho said he loved me, but he's done nothing to prove it since then.

Love is smiles, and laughing and kisses. It's trust and faith and selflessness. Everything I have with Newt.

But, what if there are two types of love?

BAM! CONFUSION! Pardon any typos please, I was writing most of this on my phone.

Opinions? Did I do good? LEWT? MINHLO?

I hope I'm writing this right. By the way, I don't know Aris' character that well, so sorry if it seems a little OOC.

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Oh, and the late update. I am trying to get back to practicing softball, so I was resting my wrist, ( yes typing does irritate it. ) I failed miserably, and now I can't play this weekend.

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