𝙎𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙣𝙮 𝙇𝙤𝙫𝙚

𝘽𝙡𝙖𝙠𝙚'𝙨 𝙗𝙤𝙤𝙩𝙨 kick the dust on the ground into the air as she shuffles to her boys. Sitting down on a ledge, a sigh leaves her lips as she lowers herself to sit between Minho and Fry.

"Well look who it is." Minho smiles as he leans his body into Blake's to lightly nudge her shoulder. "The trouble maker, herself."

Blake rolls her eyes at her best friend, shaking her head as she peers at the beautiful landscape in front of her.

"So—you've always been a little shit, then?" Newt taunts the girl playfully as he snaps a twig in his hands, busying himself as the four teenagers gaze in front of them.

The girl once again rolls her eyes as she takes a deep breath, filling her lungs with air as she relishes in the peace.

"Guess so, Newtster." Blake laughs as she flickers her eyes between the scenery before them and the blond. "Though, I can't remember shit."

"That's a new one." Newt intones as he smiles at the girl. "Newtster, Really?" The boy deadpans

Blake only shrugs her shoulders as a shit eating grin spreads across her face.

"So why did the doc want both you and Thomas' blood?" Fry questions from the other side of the girl, making her shift her gaze to the boy beside her.

"Don't know" Blake trailed off as she returned her gaze back. "But I'm guessing it's because she had to take a lot. Probably didn't want one of us to loose too much blood and pass out."

"And she knew the both of you." Newt added "Knew you were sent into the maze."

Blake nodded as her eyes scanned over the horizon, not thinking too much into it.

Crunching of leaves and dust being kicked around caused the girl to once again look away, turning her head to behind Newt as Thomas appeared.

The air grew thick between the two as the boy didn't say a word, only lowering himself to sit on the worn out rock beside Newt.

The sounds of people talking from below and the peacefulness of the environment soothed Blake's nerves as she gazed out into the distance, ignoring the set of brown orbs burning into her skull.

"Wish Alby could have seen this." Newt said as he pulled his lips together, pursing as he gazed in front of him.

"And Winston." Fry added from beside the girl, making the group all nod in agreement and sorrow.

Thomas fiddled with the small wooden figure in his hands, smiling down at the memory of the youngest glader.

Blake's heart pang with sorrow as she recalled the memory of the boy handing the small wooden carving through the pit's gate to Thomas.

"And Chuck." Thomas added as he continued smiling softly at the wooden figure.

"He'd be proud of you. You know, Tommy." The blond smiled softly.

"Yeah." Thomas whispered as he brought his gaze back down.

Blake shifted in her seat as she tried to push the sadness away, not wanting to ruin the rare peace she has been craving since the glade.

"Hey, Aris!" Fry called out, making Blake snap her head down to the boy below them, chatting with Sonya and Harriet.

"Hey guys!" Aris yelled back as he raises his hand above his head to send the group a wave.

"I kinda like that kid." Fry says as he turns back to look at his friends beside him.

"Yeah, I still don't trust him though." Minho says as he cocks his head.

Blake rolls her eyes at the boy beside her. "He did help your shuck face escape." Blake teased as she lightly nudged her elbow into Minho's side with a smile.

The boys chuckle along with the girl as they all sit on the ledge.

"Hey, where's Teresa." Thomas asks, breaking the silence.

"She went up there." Newt says as he points toward the girl's silhouette, standing on the cliff across from them.

Blake blinks her eyes in agitation as Thomas shifts to push himself up. 𝘖𝘧 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦 𝘩𝘦'𝘴 𝘨𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘬 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘦𝘳. The girl groans internally as she turns her gaze away from the boy to gaze in front of her.

Crunching of leaves and snapping of twigs fade away as the group sits in silence.

The boys exchange knowing looks between each other as Blake fiddles with the zipper of her jacket.

"Why's it always Teresa or Brenda?" Blake questions softly, causing the boys to snap their eyes to the girl. "I sound so fucking selfish and jealous, but I can't stand it anymore."

A second of silence follows before Minho whispers "You love him. That's why." The boy fixes his gaze on the girl next to him, a small pained smile twitching on his lips.

Blake blinks her eyes rapidly as the realization kicks in. Her heart soaring and sinking at the same time.

𝘐 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘮. She admits as her mouth slowly drops open but closes again.

"But I'll never be anything more than a distraction." The girl whispers out loud, not realizing she had audibly said the last part.

"I don't think that's true, love." Newt causes the girl to whip her head to the blond in shock.

𝘚𝘩𝘪𝘵. 𝘐 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵-

"He's just confused with Teresa being in his past." The blond continues as he meets the girl's teary eyes

"You know Tommy. He won't stop until he figures things out. He's just curious about what he doesn't remember. You don't see the way he looks at you when your not looking or how he is always by your side—pulling you out of the way of danger. He loves you, but I just don't think he realizes it yet." Newt ends his small rant by softening his voice as he sends the small girl a smile.

"Skinny love." Minho whispers softly as he turns toward the girl—whose eyebrows furrow in confusion.

"Min, what the hell are you taking about?" Blake questions.

"It's when two people love each other, but are too stupid to admit it." The boy deadpans as he sends the girl a smirk, playfully teasing the small girl to lift the mood. "Basically they don't say it but show it. Which is the definition of you two."

Blake blinks in shock as Minho shrugs at the girl's expression.

"Who are you?" Fry intones playfully, referring to the boy on the other side of Blake.

"How do you even know that term?" Newt adds as he looks between his friends.

Minho only shrugs his shoulders again. "Got bored on break days sometimes— read a romance novel the shanks sent up."

Blake barked out a breathy laugh as she eyed her best friend beside her "You— read?" She questioned in disbelief.

"Romance?" Newt added as a smile spread across his lips.

Minho's mouth fell open at his friends, slightly hurt. "It got boring in the glade!" The boy defended as he throw his hands up "Plus—I am a hormonal teenage boy who has needs." The boy smirked as he deadpanned to his friends sitting around him.

Blake's face scrunched as she shifted uncomfortably. "Ew, Min."

Laughter erupts from both of the boys on either side of Blake and Minho.

"You got off to a fucking book?" Fry laughed in disbelief.

"Hey! Don't knock it till you try it." Minho shrugged again as Blake let out a loud giggle.

"Oh this is great." Blake wheezed out in between laughs "I'm so going to use this against you."

"Don't act like you didn't bring books to read in between lunch breaks in the maze or read literally anything you could get your tiny little hands on when we weren't doing shit." Minho nudged Blake's shoulder lightly as he teases the girl beside him.

"Hey! I'm a girl. That's what most of us do." Blake defended as the laughter died down. "I think..."

"Hey, Blake. Off topic—but how's your wrist doing?" Fry asks as his brow furrow and his eyes cast down to the girl's casted hand.

The small girl looks down to her hand and smiles as she looks back to her friend beside her "I think it's healing okay—" the girl says as she looks back down to play with the hard edge of the black material "Hurts every now and then when we're running for our lives and stuff."

"Think you can get Mary to check it out?" Newt asks as he throws a small rock off the cliff.

"Yeah, I guess so." Blake says as she looks off into the distance, watching a small black speck in the air.

Narrowing her eyes she tries to make out the object but quickly blinks and shakes her head as her eyes strain to see that far.

A sigh leaves the girl's lips as she revels in the peace, loving the feeling of being with her friends—no... 𝙁𝘼𝙈𝙄𝙇𝙔** as she continues swiping at the dust built up on her cast.

"I love you guys." Blake whispers as a smile spreads across her lips. The small brunette lifts her head up to flicker her eyes between each set of eyes trained on her —all sporting softened gazes. "I just thought I should tell you. I missed talking like this and joking around like we did in the glade."

Minho, Newt, and Frypan all soften their eyes at the girl, smiling.

"We love you too." Newt whispers softly, speaking for the other two as they nodded.

Blake's heart swelled with happiness as she took in their smiles and relaxed state. The overwhelming joy and peace she felt— made her anxiety wash away.

She hadn't felt this way since the glade. None of them had. Ever since the night her, Thomas, and Minho got trapped in the maze.

Things escalated so quickly that she hadn't even thought to tell the boys how she felt.

She wanted them to know that they weren't just her friends—but family. Blake loved them with all her heart and would do anything for them.

As Blake sent the blond a smile and opened her mouth again to say something— A whirling and whipping sound echoed through the air, causing the girl's emerald orbs to snap toward the horizon.

The once small speck Blake had been gazing at turned into two bright lights with propellers swirling on-top.

𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘤𝘢𝘯'𝘵 𝘣𝘦...

"No" Blake whispered in disbelief as she rose to stand, heart hammering against her rib cage. "They found us."

The boys on both sides of the girl quickly rose to stand as well, all keeping their widened and fear filled orbs trained on the two choppers growing closer.

𝘐 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘸𝘦 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘧𝘦.. Blake thought to herself as her terrified emerald orbs widened at the helicopters growing closer.

"Blake, come on!" Minho shouted as he grabbed onto the girl's hand, pulling her with him as the teenagers kicked to sprint back to the camp.