SIREN was walking toward the tent Brenda appeared to be lying, when Jorge blocked her path.

His eyes inspected softly, a tiny smile on his lips. Siren noticed he now seemed cleaner than before. His face didn't have dirt on it and the short curls on his head were more hydrated and... curly.

"Hey, mi hija." He paused. Frowned. "You okay with me calling you that?"

"Yeah, of course." She nodded. It felt comfortable yet weird talking to Jorge. Obviously, she did not remember him. But also obviously, she had been like a daughter to him. She couldn't just act like that never happened and move on. And also, the desire to know more about her past was still there.

"I was just on my way to Brenda," she continued, doing her best to preform a smile. But since it was genuine, it wasn't hard. "Would you want to come with me?"

"I visited her already. You go," he replied. "I've got some teenagers to take control over."

Siren twisted on her feet so she was looking at The Gladers. They were just talking and laughing. "Them?"

"Specifically those three." He pointed at Thomas, Minho, and Marie. "The rest, I trust alone."

"You don't trust them?"

"I do, hija." He lay his hand on her shoulder. "But troublemakers exist, don't they?"

Yeah, they were pretty much troublemakers.

"Yep." She nodded firmly. "See ya."

"Be careful."

"Will be," she said, then entered the medical tent. The strong smell of either medicine or herbs hung in there, along with quiet talks fading into the air. Not even five people were in the tent, luckily.

Bottles were stacked around the place. Tables, drawers, and three beds. Siren noticed Brenda in one of them immediately. She was sitting straight up, reading a book before she looked at Siren.

"Hey." Brenda's voice was a bit hoarse but other than that, she looked fine. Her body seemed washed and she had gotten new clothes.

"Hey." Siren stuffed her hands in her pockets. "How're you feeling? I hope getting that serum to the infection didn't hurt."

"I would've gone out of the bed if I was allowed to." A smile formed on Brenda's face. "So yeah, I'm doing great." A pause. "You can sit down, you know?"

"Oh, yeah." Quickly, Siren sat down on the chair next to a bed. "What- uh, what were you reading?"

God, why could she never have conversations without making them awkward?

Excluding the ones with The Crackhead, though.

"A Spanish dictionary Jorge gifted me for my birthday last year." Brenda groaned, but the smile stayed there. "I've learned mierda and coño."

"What does that mean?"

"Shit and pussy."

A laugh left Siren's lips, and then an even louder one. "You tell him that."

"I will." She grinned. Stretched her muscles a bit. "And how are you?"

"I'm good."

A long silence fell. It wasn't uncomfortable, but definitely a bit awkward. Siren stared at the ground, tapping with her foot soundlessly.

"Hey, uh-." Brenda spoke after a while, clearing her throat. "About what happened in that party-."

"Don't worry about it." Siren's head snapped up again. She smiled. "I don't mind."

She definitely did mind.

"No, but- I mean, I figured out I'm not really... I don't see Thomas like that. I don't know why I did in the first place but... but I definitely don't do anymore. Only in a friend way." Brenda rubbed her forehead. "Just wanted to tell you that."

"It's okay. I mean, I could've expected it... I guess."

"What do you mean?"

Siren shrugged, not sure of what to say. She chose her words carefully. "I'm a silent, unstable-."

"Ah, come on!" Brenda turned defensive right away. "He looks at you like you're the whole world or something."

"No, he doesn't." She denied fast.

"I would take a video of it as proof. I swear!" Brenda added, the smirk growing. Her eyes brightened.

"Mhm, I'm sure you would." Siren pulled a disgusted face, ignoring the burning, twisting feeling in her stomach, which she crossed her arms over. "Anyway. I was planning to talk to Jorge and Newt today, too. So I'm just gonna..." She got up. "Thanks for having me."

Brenda smiled, still. "Of course. See ya."

"Bye." A small nod and Siren walked out of the tent. Whoever she would cross first, she would talk to first.

"Siren!"

She meant Jorge or Newt, not Crackhead.. but okay.

He made a little jog toward the girl, who turned around slowly, her eyebrows raised. "Yeah, Thomas?"

"Jorge told me to give you this drawing he saved. Said you forgot to take it with you." He pushed a paper in her hands. "I figured it was kinda well done. Or very well done, actually."

Siren looked at the thing. In black and white, a drawing of what looked like a young Brenda and Jorge, their arms wrapped around each other.

"Oh, thanks." Despite the fact Siren didn't care that much about the drawing, she smiled. Only because Thomas surely did.

"Would you teach me?"

She hummed as she folded the paper. "Teach you what?"

"To draw."

She stuffed it in her pocket. "It's impossible to teach someone that. Trust me."

"Please." He added, the smile turning crooked. "I'm bored."

Actually, Siren was supposed to tell Newt about his sisters and stepbrother, or ask more about her past to Jorge.

And- "Sure," she said. "But don't be annoying."

"Can't promise anything." His hand gripped around her bicep and pulled her toward their tent. Siren pulled another face, which Thomas did not see because he was too busy looking forward with a smile.

"There's no need to walk so fast."

"There's no need to walk so slow." He shot back. "Ew, that sounded mean."

"No, it didn't." A smile slowly printed on her lips. "Don't turn into too much of a sunshine."

"WICKED gone, my sass gone. Take the advice."

"Hm... no."

He walked into their tent with a chuckle, then sat down on the ground, patting next to him so Siren would sit too.

"What makes you so happy, again?"

"I don't know." He lay pencils on the floor, which he appeared to have been carrying with him. "Well, as I said, we're safe here."

She nodded. "What do you want to draw?"

"A dog."

"Try it."

He started working, his tongue slightly out of his mouth as Siren just watched. Luckily, he didn't mind her doing that. And she smiled a bit, enjoying the view of Thomas working in silence, concentrated and serious.

"Done." After a few minutes, he showed her the drawing.

"It looks like a horse with deformed legs and a pig tail."

"Sometimes you're too honest."

"It looks exactly like a dog."

"It does?"

"Maybe like a hotdog."

Thomas rolled his eyes. "Then teach me how to draw a better one!"

"I never drew dogs."

"Why not?"

"Because cats are better."

"They're definitely not."

"Yes, they are."

"Cats only sleep. Dogs play."

Siren's face was made of stone "And they bark. And drool. Cats are calm and they cuddle."

"Dogs cuddle too."

"Their mouths stink like rotten eggs."

"Then you brush their teeth." He stated, hitting the floor with his pencil.

"I'm not brushing a dogs teeth."

"Whatever! Did you ever draw a cat?"

"No."

"Oh." He frowned. "What do you draw?"

"People."

"Then teach me how to draw people."

"Too hard."

"Ah, come on! Draw basic outlines of a person and I'll copy after."

"...okay." Eventually, Siren got to work. She hated how Thomas watched her as she did, but she had done the same to him, so let him live and tried focusing on the paper instead. Her hair fell in front of her eyes. She let the strands stay there, so she would get less nervous by Thomas.

"Can't you go brush a dog's teeth instead of watch me? I can't draw like this."

"Rather not."

"Alright, then." She continued drawing.

"Done." Her drawing came out rushed and messy, but she showed him anyways.

"Ohh. That's awesome."

"It ain't really." She shoved the paper back in front of herself. "Start with drawing the same outlines."

Thomas obeyed fast. "Like that?"

She peeked over his shoulder. "Close enough. Now try making some lines that'll help you draw the nose, mouth, and eyes later on."

Thomas drew some lines. Siren sometimes pointed where he had to put the lines. "Mhm. And right there. Now for the hair, just go above the forehead all the way down to whatever length."

He made the hair come just past the now non-existing ears. "Alright. I'll help you with the eyes."

With sweaty palms, Siren placed her hand over Thomas's and moved the pencil the right ways. She bit her lip, attempting to concentrate on drawing and not Thomas's breaths against her skin... the tingling in her stomach, rosy color spreading on her cheeks, or that she was touching Thomas's hand.

God, it's just his hand, Siren.

"And then you... you- yeah, that." She nodded when he moved the pencil over the paper, hiding the nervousness. "Great."

Sadly, the magical touch was over way faster than she wanted. Thomas furrowed his eyebrows at the finishing product. "Hm. It's not as beautiful as your drawings."

"Beginner class."

His face lit up. "I get more draw lessons?"

"Uh-" She did not know what to say now. "We'll see."

Thomas smiled as he took another paper and started folding it in ways Siren barely understood. He was twisting the paper apart, ripping pieces off, and folded a lot.

It only took two minutes for him to finish, maybe even less. "Hold out your hand," he said mysteriously.

Hesitant, yet with trust, Siren held out her hand.

Thomas lay whatever he made on there. "For you."

Siren held it in front of her eyes. It was a paper heart, about the size of her palm. Thomas scribbled some pink color on it with a pen, in an attempt to make it look more colorful. Although, it already looked pretty impressive since he was even able to do origami.

"Wow." Her lips caught a smile. "Thank you."

He stared at the ground, heat filling his face. "You're welcome. It's all I can make with origami, though, and-."

"Shh." She slapped his shoulder. "Don't spoil that. I was just thinking how great it was you could do this."

He smiled, too. "Thanks."

"You're welcome, Crackhead." Siren rested her back against the bed, tilting her head slightly. "Wanna join me at that fire tonight?"

"The one they celebrate before we're leaving this place and move somewhere else?"

She nodded.

"Sure. I'd love to, actually."

Siren smiled again, even her teeth showing. "Great."

"Will there be drinks?"

"Will you turn into an alcoholic?"

"Maybe. Are there drinks?"

"I don't know." She got off the floor. Once Thomas saw that, he did too, slightly hovering over her, even though there was quite some space between them. "Maybe."

With a more awkward tone, he wondered, "Will we share the bed again?" And he stepped closer.

Siren had to look up at him, fidgeting with her hands behind her back. "I think so."

"Because the floor is quite... uncomfortable. But I don't want to make you uncomfortable or-."

"You don't make me uncomfortable." She assured fast. "We'll share the bed."

He ran a hand through his hair. "I don't snore, right...?"

"You don't. Do I?"

"No. I mean- you cry and trash around and-."

"Just stop already."

He closed his mouth, then opened it again. "Alright."

"You know what we'll do?" She crossed her arms. "Ask for pillows-."

"-build a pillow wall-."

"-and then sleep on one side each."

"Exactly!"

They both smiled. "And then we make sure it doesn't get knocked over." She added.

Acting as if he was impressed, he rubbed his chin. "So smart of you. So no trashing around."

"No breaking the wall because you're addicted to physical touch."

"Hm... okay." His eyebrows scrunched.

"I'd recommend we don't pee in the bed either."

"So, so smart. What do I do if you have a nightmare?"

"I won't get a nightmare."

"But what if you do?"

"Then you wake me up."

"Siren, you're genuinely very smart!" He clapped in his hands. "I could almost kiss you right now."

"Do not kiss me right now."
Definitely kiss me right now.

His eyes trailed all over her face.
"Not gonna- won't..."
Kiss. On. Her. Cheek.

"Did it anyway!"

Then he ran out of the tent as fast as he could, leaving Siren standing there in pure shock for at least a minute, redness spreading over her face.

(A/n: Legit stole that whole thing from Teen Wolf... no one will notice)