"Ya sleeping really sounds good." Minho says, looking at me sideways. "Especially when the world is falling apart."

"What else is there to do? It's not like we can get out, so we might as well rest up, wait for whatever WICKED has planned." I say, ignoring all the other arguments going on around me.

"Well, I'm sure I could think of lots of other things to do....." He says gesturing to the chaos around us, "but I guess you're right, it's doesn't look like we'll be going anywhere anytime soon."

"No, it certainty doesn't, now, I am going to sleep." I say turning and walking back towards the room where Teresa had slept.

"Where are you going? No way you're sleeping in there after what happened." Minho says, blocking my way through the door.

"No duh shuck-face, I was going to drag one of the mattresses in here, so I don't have to sleep on the floor." I say, ducking around him and continuing on towards the other room.

"Hey, not a bad idea actually." He says, turning to follow me.

"Thanks, I have them a lot actually, yet people are always surprised." I say rolling my eyes in his direction. "Look, are you going to help me with this, or just stand there and watch?" I ask, picking up the corner of one of the mattresses.

"Hmmm, think I'll watch?"' He snickers, leaning back against the door post. It reminds me of something Kate would have said, and suddenly I'm hit with a pang of sadness. I let the mattress fall to the ground, and bite my lip to keep from crying. "Sky? I was kidding I–" Minho starts, looking concerned.

"No, it's not that I just.... You... You reminded me of Kate." I explain, finding it difficult to get her name out of my mouth.

"Oh, sorry." Minho says reaching out pulling me into a hug. At first I resist, not sure I want to be comforted, but eventually I let him. "I didn't mean to." He says softly.

"I know, it's not your fault." I sigh, leaning into him. Suddenly it all feels wrong, being happy and close to him when so many are dead. Getting to wake up beside the my boyfriend, when Kate died beside hers. I push him away. "It should have been me." I whisper, twisting a lock of my hair. A nervous habit, something I do when I'm upset.

"Would you quit saying that?" Minho says, pushing the hair away from my face. "I don't like it when you say that."

"Ha well it's true."

"It is not, Skylar, you didn't deserve to die anymore than anyone else did, so shut up." He says, trying to pull me back to him. I lean away and step to the side.

"What about Kate? Did she deserve to die? What about Alby? Chuck? what about innocent little Chuck? What about them, did they deserve it?" I ask, my voice trembling, as tears start to cloud my vision.

"No." Minho says, wiping a tear from under my eyes. "No they didn't, but just because they didn't, doesn't mean that you did."  His voice is louder now, gaining volume as he speaks. "You shouldn't feel guilty for living Sky, you should enjoy every minute of it, not spend it moping, wasting the sacrifice they made for you."

"You think I don't know that?" I hiss, running my hand over the top of my head and grabbing a fistful of my hair. I feel like ripping it out. "I know I shouldn't feel guilty, but I do." The tears start to flow again, and I don't try to stop them.

He tries to grab me again but I dodge him, leaning back against the one of the beds as I cry. I bang my fists against the bed, angry at WICKED for taking them from me. I know I should be strong, but right now, It's all I can do to keep from curling into a ball on the floor, and giving up. Instead, I turn my sadness into anger, grabbing another fistful of my hair and yanking it until I can't take the pain. "I miss them." I whisper, covering my mouth as an ugly sob escapes my mouth. "I miss them already."

"We all do." Minho say, pulling my hand away from my hair and lacing our fingers together. "We all do." He says again, easily wrapping my small frame his arms. This time I don't resist when he moves to hold me. It's only been two days, and already I'm tired of fighting.

I lean against his chest for a while, letting myself recover. I have to stay strong.

When I eventually do look up at him, I find him already watching me, eyes heavy with concern.

"I'll be ok." I whisper, nodding my head in assurance. He doesn't look like he believes me.

"Sky..."

I cut him off, "I'll be fine, I'm fine whenever I don't think about it, I just need a distraction."

He pulls me in for a kiss, full of emotion, painful and slow. I can feel his fingers pressing into my ribs as he tries to pull me even closer than I already am. My breaths come in quick ragged bursts, tears running down my face and landing on our lips, making the kiss taste like salt. It fills me with hope that maybe, I could still have a life after all of this. That maybe, I'm glad I didn't die after all.

Surprisingly, Minho is the first one to break the kiss. "See if you'd have died you would have missed that." He teases, dodging my attempts to bring his lips back to mine.

"Mhm you would have too." I huff in annoyance at his avoiding me. I was enjoying being distracted from my sadness.

"And that would have just been unacceptable." He chuckles, a smug expression crossing his face. I know He's trying to make me laugh, and much to my despair, is succeeding.

"You know, you really shouldn't joke about that." I say, laughing a little as I wipe away the tears with my shirt sleeve.

"Aw, but that's my specialty." He whines.

"What joking about things you shouldn't?" I retort, shoving his shoulder.

"No, well that too, but making you laugh." He replies, "I don't like it when you cry, I never know what to do."

I roll my eyes, "well you seemed to handle it fine."

"Still, I prefer happy Skylar."

"We both do, Now are you going to help me or not?" I sniff, my voice cracking like I have a cold when I laugh. I grab the edge of the mattress and start dragging it towards the door again. Anything to keep my mind off what's happened.

"In a minute," He replies, picking me up against my wishes and slamming me down on the bed. I try and squirm away, but I'm no match for his strength. His eyes flick over me, looking intently for something. He must find what he's looking for, because he nods at me once, smiling a little, before bringing his lips to mine.

"I love you," He whispers between kisses, "I don't want to lose you."

"You know I can't promise that," I whisper back, trailing my fingers along the top button of his shirt, "but I'll fight," I promise, looking him in the eyes, "I won't give up."

"That's all I can ask," He says, apparently satisfied with my answer. Then his lips are on mine again and the world melts away. I find myself clinging to him like my life depends on it, pulling him closer and closer until I can't take the distance anymore. Slowly, I undo the buttons on his shirt, letting my fingers brush his skin as I do. One button, then another, then another. Planting kisses across his chest as I go. I push his shirt the rest of the way off, leaning into the warmth of his bare skin. His breathing is ragged as he looks down at me, a smile playing on his lips.

"I love you too," I say, as he pulls my lips back to his, my hands roaming across his chest. "Stay with me?" I ask, my breathe catching as I feel his hand slide under the hem of my shirt, resting on my bare hip.

"Till the end of the world." He whispers, stealing another kiss as his hands move up my back. We spend a few more minutes kissing, and just enjoying being close to each other, before I finally break away, looking towards the mattress by the door.

"Well I guess we should get back," I sigh. Picking it up by the corner to drag.

"Oh ya, I forgot about that." He says, walking over and taking the mattress from me. I pout all the way back to the other dorm room, watching him easily carry the mattress that I had to drag. Show off.

"Where the shuck did you guys go?" Newt asks, when return.

"To get that." I say, pointing to the mattress and sincerely hoping he can't tell I've been crying.

"Well, that took a really long time huh?" He snickers. "Figured it was something like that."

"Oh shut up, Newt." I say, rolling my eyes. It seems to be a common response these days. Minho, of course, has a different reaction.

"Jealous?" Minho asks, biting the corner of his lip.

"I'm going to kill you." I hiss, punching him in the arm. But to be honest, I'm content with letting Newt make his own assumptions so long as he doesn't know I was crying. That I've failed at being strong once again.

Newt just shakes his head. "No, not exactly, but good idea." We both look at him sideways. His face turns red as he realizes his mistake, then he quickly corrects. "Oh I meant about the mattresses, not...well.. whatever you two were doing." He shrugs. I laugh at him and start setting up my bed.

"Newt...." Mallory says, walking up to us in the center of the room.

"Yes Love?" He replies, rolling his head to the side to look at her.

"Will you get me one?" She asks, pointing to my mattress. When he doesn't respond, she bats her eyelashes and sticks out her lower lip, pleading with her eyes. "Pleeeeaaassee."

"Fine." He says, getting up from the bed where he was sitting. "Sky, keep everyone from killing each other while I'm gone would ya?"

"Think I can manage." I reply, glancing around at the gladers. Most are already asleep, the others lay quietly on their beds. Newt rolls his eyes again and walks to the door, pausing for a long second until Mal follows him.

"Have fun!" Minho shouts as they walk out the door, winking even though Newt's back is turned. I slap my hand over his mouth and apologize to Newt and Mal.

"Can't you behave for one second?" I ask beginning to set up my bed on the floor. I push it right up next to his bed, leaving just enough room that I won't get stepped on in the morning. I know he's just trying to keep me distracted, but it's already getting annoying.

"Eh, no." He answers, flopping down on the bed I was trying to make. I sigh and put my hands on my hips.

"What am I going to do with you." I ask shaking my head, then quickly add "don't answer that." When I see the evil look on his face.

"Now get off my bed." I command.

"No! This is my bed."

"No it isn't now move, or I'll kill you."

"that's like the third time you've said that today, and last time I checked I'm still breathing." Minho says, pretending to check his pulse.

"Keep acting like this and you won't be." I say, raising my eyebrows. I give up on trying to make him move, and spread the blanket over the bed anyways, covering him completely.

"I told you this isn't your bed." He says, balling up the blanket and tossing it on the bed above him. "You're sleeping up here." He says pointing to his bed, where he just threw my blanket.

"Why?" I ask, throwing my hands up in the air.

"Becauseeee, I said you weren't sleeping on the floor again and I meant it."

"I'm going to sleep on a mattress it doesn't count as the floor." I argue, laughing at the ridiculousness of the whole discussion. I flop down on his bed anyways. "tell him that a mattress doesn't count as sleeping on the floor." I say, addressing Newt, who had just stepped back through the door with Mal.

"It doesn't count as the floor." He says flatly, moving to set her mattress next to his bed. He's way too used to dealing with our arguments to care anymore.

"See, and if you don't move, then you're going to make Newt feel bad for making his girlfriend sleep on the floor." I quip, leaning over the edge of the bed.

"Maybe he should feel bad and hey I thought you said it wasn't the floor?"

"Hey how did I get dragged into this?" Newt yells from the other side of the room. We both laugh.

"Seriously why won't you just move." I whine, rolling off of his bed and landing on top of him.

"What if we both just stay up there?" He asks, lifting me up and pushing me back on his bed, all while laying on his back. once again I'm jealous of his strength.

"Oh would you two please just shut up and go to sleep?" Newt sighs from across the room. I snicker and lower my voice. Minho climbs into bed next to me a few seconds later, wrapping his arms around me and pulling me to his chest.

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So what do you guys think so far?

lol if you look closely at the picture...

This next part is just me talking so don't read it if you don't want to:

I was editing Stolen and Ugh I had a good idea for a different beginning but I would have to do MAJOR editing/rewriting for like, at least ten chapters and now I'm seriously annoyed at myself for having the good idea AFTER I finished the book -_-