𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙈𝙖𝙯𝙚 & 𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙎𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙨

𝘽𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 her eyes open, Blake groans, sitting up from her bed—or what she thought was her bed. She looks around to find Newt sitting in the chair across from the cot, smiling at her.

"Well, about time you join us, sleeping beauty."

Blake groans again, letting out a sigh as she brings her hand up to her pounding head, rubbing circles. "What the hell happened?"

"Ben—he got stung. We're banishing him tomorrow evening." Newt says, standing up to walk over to the girl. "He beat up on you pretty good."

"What time is it? How long was I out?" Blake asks as her head whips in different directions.

"About two hours, and it's 8:30," Newt replies, looking at his watch on his wrist before looking back to the girl. "Thomas was worried about you."

The small girl raises an eyebrow at Newt's comment.

"Worried?" She laughs. "Just when I thought we were becoming friends, he decided to be a dick again—"

"He likes you, I don't think he realizes it—but the two of you are a lot alike; that's why you fight. And not to mention the sexual tension going on, it's quite suffocating." Newt teases

"Newt!" Blake says to the boy with her mouth hanging open. "There is no sexual tension—" she tries to go on.

"If you say so—" Newt suddenly gets interrupted by the topic of their conversation, walking into the med hut, stopping at the two gladers abruptly stopping their conversation.

Thomas looks between the two as he fiddles with the hem of his shirt. "I—uhm, was just checking up on how she's doing."

Blake rolls her eyes, smiling. "She's doing fine." She replies as Newt also rolls his eyes at Blake's comment. The blonde's eyes shift from the greenie to Blake. "You good to join us for dinner, love?"

Blake throws her covers off as she gets out of bed. "Hell yeah, I'm not missing out on Fry's cooking."

Both boys laugh at the girl, and Newt slips out of the med shack, leaving Thomas and Blake to follow.

Blake goes to walk out of the door, but Thomas puts a hand out to stop her.

"Look, I want to apologize. I shouldn't have been a dick to you; I was just mad that everyone's been treating me like I'm their bitch. But that was no excuse to take it out on you. I just want to find a way out of this place, and nobody will let me help." He confesses

"So—I'm sorry." Thomas forms a small smile.

Blake looks up to meet his captivating eyes, seeing the regret he holds within them. "I forgive you." She mirrors his smile

"But— there's nothing we can do. I've ran the maze since I've gotten here; if there was a way out—" she gulps, "We will find it. I'll see if Minho can do something about you 𝙢𝙖𝙮𝙗𝙚 becoming a runner. Just don't fuck it up."

Thomas grows excited, thinking about the possibility of becoming a runner. All of the jobs he had done so far weren't a fit. Plus, being everybody's bitch around the glade isn't what he wants to do. It just pisses him off.

"And since we're about to be short a runner, I think I can get you in—" Blake continues as Thomas cuts her off. "Thank you."

"No problem, just don't annoy me. If you fall behind, I'm not coming to save your shuck face." The brunette girl teases, causing Thomas to grin.

"I don't expect anything less. All I need is a chance."

"If the council votes for you. Which, I think they will but—"

Newt bursts through the med shack doors, throwing the two gladers a 'wtf look.'

"Food is getting cold; I've been waiting for you guys for 5 minutes!"

Blake huffs at her blonde friend's impatience, "We're coming, Newty." She says, rolling her eyes. Newt laughs at the girl's nickname for him.

"You keep rolling your eyes, and they'll get stuck like that!"

Thomas chuckles at the two as his hand lowers to the small of Blake's back, guiding her out of the med shack.

Later that night, Blake climbs into her hammock, settling herself down. Staring at the ceiling, her mind wonders to the annoying greenie with dark brown eyes.

𝘏𝘦'𝘴 𝘩𝘰𝘵, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘢 𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘬.

Tossing and turning, unable to sleep, the girl sits up to see Chuck with his hand hanging down, his curls falling over his face, snoring lightly. Blake chuckles at the sight before her eyes catch the same ones she was just thinking about.

Blake smiles at the boy before laying back down, shifting to the other side. Her eyes shut while her heartbeat slows. Just when she thinks she is about to fall asleep, a hand lands on her shoulder, causing her to flinch.

Blake groans as she shifts in her hammock to see Thomas standing above her.

"Hey." He says, shifting on his feet. "I had another memory come back—"

Blake moves from lying down to sitting up, "Wanna talk about it?" She asks as his hands come to lay on her lap.

"Yeah, let's go somewhere else. I don't think anyone should know about this." Thomas says

Blake moves to get up as Thomas sticks a hand out for her. Blake takes her hand in his as the greenie helps her stand.

Both brunettes sit on the platform's edge, staring off at the maze as the moonlight shines above them.

Thomas fiddles with his hands as he looks out into the distance. "My memory—it's blurry, but I can remember talking to you and another girl. She had big blue eyes and dark hair like you do. I think all three of us were friends before all of this."

"We didn't try to kill each other, you mean?" Blake asks with an eyebrow raised, teasing the boy next to her.

Thomas chuckles beside her, "Yeah, I saw us at some desk, working on something—I couldn't see what, but I remember you calling my name and throwing a crumbled piece of paper at my head while you and the other girl laughed at me."

Blake giggles at the thought, mentally signing in relief to know she hasn't changed that much. "Do you think we were one of them? I mean—Ben—he said we did this to him..." The girl trails off, looking back towards Thomas, whose gaze is already on the girl.

"I don't know. That's what I'm trying to figure out. If we were working for them, then why did we get sent up here?" Thomas asks

Blake shrugs at his question, "All I know is that I'm slowly losing hope of getting out of this place. I don't want to be a lab rat anymore." She says, moving her hair behind her ear. "And it's weird, we fight all the time, even though we talk like we are now. I feel like we were really good friends before the maze—but the pressure of being here makes us angry at each other."

Thomas nods his head in agreement, "Yeah, I hope we do make it out of here. I've only been here for a few weeks, and I'm already going stir-crazy." He says, trying to lift the mood.

His eyes rake over the girl beside him, gazing at the petite brunette.

The moonlight cascades over her face, bringing out her clear complexion despite being in the glade as he notices a small scar on the edge of her jawbone, the way her nose points a little at the end, her red bruising from Ben on her neck, and her bright green eyes as she turns to look at him. 𝘚𝘩𝘦'𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘪𝘧𝘶𝘭.

"You're staring." Blake cuts him out of his daze.

Thomas shakes his thoughts away. "Sorry, just thinking."

"We will make it out of here." Blake says, laying her hand over Thomas'.

"I wasn't so sure before—but I have a feeling things are about to change." Blake soothes the boy next to her.

Thomas' neutral expression turns into a soft smile, lacing their fingers together as they stare at the stars twinkling above the maze.