It's Monday and I thought you all deserve an update. The next one after this will be in a few days time! (Probably Wednesday)

(Minho POV)

We were waiting for the results from Brenda's treatment,she seemed stronger but she was still allowed only three hours instead of seven for school per day. We walk together as I notice everyone there reading.

"What are they doing?" Brenda gulps.
"Revising,"
"For what?"
"The exams,everyone's got them-"

Her eyes open wide as she looks down,shaking heavily.

"Brenda it's okay,it's just it doesn't apply to you-'
"Because I'm sick!?" She snaps as she begins to pant heavily "I think I'm having a panic attack."

I nod and pull her into the boys changing room,she falls to her knees and I do the same.

"Okay,think of good things,happy things," I tell her as she grasps the floor,looking down "Friends,family."
"I., I.. Can't.." She wheezes out as I look up. Cupping her cheeks.
"Shh.. Brenda,look at me,look at me,"

Her beautiful eyes lock onto mine as I breath in,smashing my lips to hers. Feeling a warmth burst inside of me,something I'd never felt before. She just remains there for about twenty seconds as I pull away and she's just fine.

"How did you do that?" She whispers.
"Well,when you hold your breath during a panic attack it stops it. So when I kissed you,you held your breath,"
"I did?"
"Yes. Wait,was that your first kiss?"
She nods slowly "I'm glad it was with you,"
"Come on,let's get you up,"

I help her to her feet and we walk out to my car,

"Where to miss?" I chuckle.
"To the stars," she giggles and I nod. She kisses my cheek gently as I begin to drive.

(Thomas POV)

I walk to Minho's front door and knock on it. His father answers it with a smile.

"Hi Thomas," he smiles.
I smile back "Hi Mr Lee,do you know where I can find Minho?"
"He's in the shed I think,come in,"

I walk inside and to the shed,opening it up to see Brenda who just lies there on the large sofa. She's wearing brown jeans and a thin and sewed red jumper. I smile and sit beside her.

"You feeling okay?" I ask her.
"Yes,better. Minho's just getting some food,"
"Okay," I stroke her hair as I pull out a thin box from my pocket. I pull out the sapphire bracelet "I bought you this,it can represent anything you want," I clasp it on her thin wrist "It can represent a friend,happiness,lust,life,hope,"
"I think hope is a dangerous thing," she whispers with a smile as the door opens. Minho stands there with a large bag of crips in one hand and cans of Coke in the other.

"Hey," he smiles and sits down. We all drink quite slowly as we hear another knock at the door.

"Who is it?" Minho calls.
"Just me," Newt voice mutters as he opens the door. I smile and pull him onto my lap as I kiss him gently,stroking his cheeks as we pull away. Newt nods to Brenda and Minho who lie close next to each other.

"It's the start of a beautiful love story," I mutter as their hands hold each other's in their sleep.

~

(Minho POV)

Hours later we wake up to see Thomas and Newt are gone. Brenda's awake though,just looking at me. I chuckle and sit myself opposite her.

"You okay?" I ask.
"Fine just,a little tired. I think if people knew about my cancer they'd stop with the words they call me, that annoys me so much. Just that they'd stop because they think I'm dying,"
"Who calls you them?"
"People like Ellie and Michelle,the popular ones," 
I nod slowly "I know where they live. You're lucky Brenda," I smirk and pull out two boxes of a dozen eggs,they were from Halloween probably when we were about twelve and wanted to seem cool "Shall we go?"
Her eyes widen "Minho.."
"You will get your revenge," I chuckle as she nods. Hooking her arm in mine as we walk to my car,she holds the eggs as we pull up.

It was a large and beautiful house,Michelle's car was there. A pink Mini.

"This is it?" I ask Brenda.
"Yep it sure is," she confirms.
"Good. Here," I hand her an egg "Just go for it,"

She nods and throws one at the car,hitting the bonnet exactly.

"Yes!" I exclaim as we burst out in laughter "Go on a few more!"

Brenda just smiles as she throws more and more. Laughing harder each one as the loud alarm begins to sound,I chuckle as the door opens and supposedly Michelle's mum walks out along with Michelle.

"What are you doing?"  She screeches.

"What has to be done!" I yell with a smile on my face as I raise my middle finger in the air at them. Throwing the rest of the eggs as I lift Brenda over my left shoulder and run off. I run down a few roads until I put Brenda down gently,we're both in stitches of laughter. 

"Let's go to my place," she smiles as we walk there hand in hand. Through the door as her parents smile at me. Her dad was a usual workaholic but since Brenda was diagnosed he'd spend more time with her,it was obvious the'd do anything they could to help her. 

We walk to her room and sit down. Her room was beautiful because it reflected her personality,it was full of posters and still bright colours,art and light. We sit on her bed as my eyes wander over to her bookshelf. I notice stacks of large clumps of paper.

"What's that?" I ask.
"Oh," she smiles and crawls over to it "I started writing this book about six months ago,it's called The Maze Runner. It's about these boys who are trapped in this Maze,they were sent up with no memory. The main boys called Thomas,there's also a Newt,a Teresa,a Gally,a Winston and last,but certainly not least:A sassy,smart Minho,"
"What about a Brenda?"
"I'm writing a second book,"
"Brenda,write yourself into it,"

She giggles and looks down "Who will I be?"

"A beautiful girl. Strong,smart,kind,a complete shucking badass," I smile.

A blush appears across her cheeks as she places the pieces of paper in her desk as I notice her medication and leaflets on cancer. I shake my head,she doesn't need things dragging her back.

"Minho," she gulps "I need to ask you something,"
"Anything Brenda,"
"Can you write me a eulogy? Please,"
"Yes.." I whisper as I hold in my tears "You know I'm a shitty writer,"
"It'll be perfect. Thank you so much," she kisses my cheek "I've made contact with a few others recently about it too,"
"Like who?"
"It doesn't matter. Thank you for today Minho,about Michelle,it's made me feel better about it all,"
"It was my pleasure," I smile and kiss her forehead "But why don't you try and get this Maze Runner book published?"
"No,who would publish it?"
"I would. I'd give anything to have a talent like you,"
"You're just saying that,"
"No. I'm not, you're just a good person and-"

I turn to see she's asleep. I smile and kiss her cheek,pulling the covers over her. I walk around her room,I see her chalk board and grab some coloured chalk. I draw a rainbow and some smiley faces. Then some eggs and stick figures of us.

Brenda+Minho I write and walk away,back home to the kitchen. I sit down as my mum serves Spaghetti Bolognese,I sigh and eat slowly.

"Who were you with today?" My dad asks.
"No one," I mutter.
"Was it a girl?"
"Really?" I scoff "A girl,as if a girl would like me,"
"Come on Minho,you're a handsome boy. How could someone not?"   
"I was hanging out with Brenda,"

My mum smiles "That's nice. I really hope she's okay. She's such a lovely girl,"
"I know she is. She asked me to write her a eulogy,"
"Oh well-"
"I can't write,"
"Minho," her hand squeezes onto mine "Write from your heart. It'll be perfect,"

I sigh and nod "I'm not very hungry," I mutter as I walk upstairs to my room. Sitting there in front of a blank piece of paper with no clue. I wipe my eyes and look down as I hear a knock at my door.

"Minho," my mums voice says calmly "Minho can I come in?"
"Sure," I mumble as she door opens. She smiles as sits down on my bed "Minho,it'll be okay sweetie,"
"You can't prove that. She just means so much to me. I've got this to deal with,I've got exams and I'm only almost seventeen,"
"Brenda's special to you?"
"So special,"
She smiles and strokes my hair gently "The people who make us happy are never the people you expect,"
"I know you're right. But mum,how many people survive cancer?"
"Everyone's different Minho,people sometimes overcome. But others live for a long long time until they can't fight anymore,"

"I love her mum," I choke out as the tears begin to stream down my face. I had barely ever cried in front of my parents before,only when I was little "I'm sorry. I'm sorry I love her,"

"Sweetie.." She whispers and cradles me into her arms "It's okay,"

"Tell me what to do,"
"Tell her. She'll want to know,"
"I can't tell her,"
"Yes you can. Minho,you can do anything,"

I push her hand away from my cheek "No,mum you don't understand. Things are falling apart,and I don't know his to fix it,"

"I know you care for that girl as much as she cares about you," she whispers "I know you care.  I see it in the way you stare,"
"I really love her,I.. I can't manage without her,"
"Then do what you have to do. Talk to her,"
"I'm scared. It's the first things which has ever seen to hold me back,"
"Then write it," she nods to the empty piece of paper "Tell her how you feel,"

"Thank you," I whisper.

"My pleasure Minho," she kisses my cheek and walks out. Closing the door behind her.