Thomas: After a long day of working with Clint and Jeff, I decide that it may be nice to check up on my boyfriend, Thomas.

I make my way to the Map Room, where he usually is at the current time.

With Every step I take I think of all the bandages I mended today and immediately forget where I'm headed and manage to bump into Chuck.

"Oof. Sorry Chuckie, what's up?"

He bites his lip, "Nothing, I was just heading to see Thomas,"

"You too?" I smile, "Well just remember, we gotta share him."

Chuck laughs quietly, "Yeah I guess we do, he's been so busy lately helping Theresa after running in the Maze all day."

I raise an eyebrow, "Helping Theresa?"

"Yeah, Theresa said it's a secret though."

I hesitate to answer, "Secret?"

Just before Chuck can answer, Thomas strolls out of the Map Room, "Hey guys, how were your days at work?"

"Fine. So are you going to hang with me or go help Theresa?" I say crossing my arms.

"What?"

"Yeah, just go ahead and hook up with her, why don't you?"

"Y/N I-"

"I don't wanna hear it, just forget it."

Chuck taps my arm, "Y/N, just let him talk,"

I snatch my arm away from him, "I've heard enough, I've always known he's liked Theresa better anyways."

"But-"

"Thomas, I said I don't wanna hear it! Okay?! I am so sick of feeling like your side bitch!"

Thomas steps back, "Well if you're going to act like that, maybe it should stay that way."

I bite into the side of my cheek in anger, yet I am also trying to conceal tears.

"Fine." My voice cracks as I turn around and run into the Deadheads.

Minho: It's lunch time in the Glade and I'm making my way to Frypan's for some grub.

As I walk in, I see Minho and a large group of boys surrounding him, all giggling like little girls in a schoolyard.

I sneak up and listen in on their conversation.

"Fellas, I seduced her and we started banging! What more do you want me to say?" Minho says throwing his hands in the air.

"How big were her tits?"

"Massive."

"Ass?"

"Nice."

"How was she?"

I've had enough.

"AHEM!" I yell over their terribly inappropriate conversation.

They all turn their heads in horror to look at me, scared shitless.

"Oh hey Y/N," some of them say.

Zart stands up, "So? How big was Minho?"

I can't believe what I'm hearing, "You sick bastards!"

I flip them off and run out the back door of the lunch room.

Running as fast as I can, I hear the back door slam against the building, "Y/N! Wait!"

I push myself even faster and run to homestead and into my room, pushing all my things against my door, somewhat locking it.

As I cry, I search through the drawers of my dresser, trying to find my tissues.

I find a box and open it, taking out two or three tissues and begin blotting my eyes and blowing my nose.

This is where I remain for the next hour.

Newt: I'm running towards Minho in the middle of the Glade. Everyone is off task and playing tag.

I finally poke Minho on the shoulder when I get close enough, "Gotcha!"

Before I can, Minho turns around and starts chasing after me, "You're gonna pay for that you little shuck face!"

I laugh, "Nope!"

We continue running and I begin to slow down, "Klunk!" I yell in frustration.

Minho finally catches up and pounce on me, we both fall to the ground mixed up in each other's legs and arms.

The both of us start laughing, "I told ya I'd get back at ya!"

Thomas runs over without looking and trips on us, adding to our pile of people.

Next I think that someone else is joining our pile, yet their feet stop right in front of me.

I look up to see Newt glaring at us, "What are you bloody slintheads doing? Get back to work before Alby skins all of you and uses you for coats!"

I roll my eyes as I get up from under Thomas and Minho, "Newt, it was my idea. No need to yell at them."

Newt runs a hand through his hair, "Fine. All of you, back to work!"

Just as I think I'm off the hook, Newt begins again,

"What the hell Y/N?! We're trying to run a organization here, not a daycare!"

"Well I thought it would be nice for a break-"

"A break?" Newt interrupts. "Then what is lunch and after closing time for?!"

I cross my arms, "You know what Newt, you can be such a goody-goody sometimes."

"Goody? We aren't in a shucking daycare for god's sake!"

With that I turn around, "I'm so done with this conversation."

"Well maybe that's not all that's done."

Gally: I grab blueprints that I drew out earlier from a bin. I begin look at the plans for making a new table for homestead.

I look down at my list of things needed to construct the table:

"Wood - 6 3x4s

16 nails

Long Piece of Cloth

Paint? (Any colour)

Hammer

Saw."

"Ben!" I call out to one of my best friends, working across from me.

"Yeah? Could you grab me some cloth from the supplies shelves?"

"Sure. Be right back."

As Ben heads out, I grab some wood, nails, and purple paint. I thought the purple would light up homestead a bit.

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After constructing my beautiful table, (if I do say so myself) I take out my purple paint.

Our paint brushes aren't too big, but they're an ok size. All I'm saying is that it would be quicker if we had bigger brushes.

I begin painting, stroking the brush across the top of the table, evening out the excess purple.

Gally walks over, his eyes enlarging, "Purple? Really Y/N? Alby's gonna kill you."

I frown, "Hey, it's a working table, he should be happy that I took the time to make one for him."

Gally chuckles, "Well I certainly wouldn't have liked it."

I turn around, "What?!"

"Well it's purple.. What guy would be excited for such a girly colour?"

"All the colours are equally masculine and feminine, Gally." I glare at him.

Gally laughs sarcastically, "Just because you want to seem "strong", doesn't mean you have to make everything all serious."

I grit my teeth, "You don't think I'm strong?"

"That's not what I'm saying, I-"

"Because I could beat the klunk out of you! Right here, right now!"

He rubs the back of his neck, "Yeah ri-"

I take my paintbrush and smack it right across his face, "How dare you call me weak!"

My anger overtakes me, and I elbow him in the groin. Gally leans over, covering whatever he can or has left.

I set the paintbrush down, "Now, I'm going to let my table dry, thank you very much."

Gally stands to his feet and grabs my table, throwing it to the ground. It crumbles into pieces.

I feel my fists tighten, "You SLINTHEAD!"

Hello again! So I went to see The Scorch Trials yesterday and all I can say three words: NEWT CRANK SCENE. Wow I almost started crying. I know it isn't until TDC until I will die of dehydration from crying so much, but I was incredibly surprised. Also, quite inaccurate yet I think it was a good movie all together. BUT THAT CLIFFHANGER THOUGH!