
[3]-Let's Make A Fire And Surround It With A Bunch Of Boys With Liquor
I do not own The Maze Runner or any of its characters.
If I did, I would have made Grievers rideable. I mean, imagine Minho riding into the battle in book one yelling. "It's ME, MOTHERSHUCKERS"
(...I, I shouldn't be laughing this hard)
Lauren
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Newt led the way to the Kitchen, and my mouth was watering, like seriously watering. The sandwich I had earlier was nothing compared to this food. I joined the line of boys, intensely aware of all the stares I was getting. Finally, I got my food and sat down at an empty table. I wasn't going to take any chances of sitting with some other boys. I was pretty confident, I've found out, but I knew my limits.
A boy finally sat across from me after a while. I looked at him closely, and he looked back. The guy looked Asian and was quite possibly the strongest one here. I didn't speak.
He finally broke the silence.
"So you're the new Greenie."
"So you're the guy who is sitting down across from me. It's Lauren, by the way. Not Greenie."
"Minho."
I gave a short laugh. "So what do you do, Minho? I haven't seen you around."
"Making note of everyone, huh?"
"Just gathering information. I like to be informed."
"Well, what do you know, 'Lauren?'" He put emphasis on my name, almost mocking the fact that I corrected him.
"Builders are builders around here, Runners run in the giant maze out there, and then they make maps in that stone building, Nick was the leader before Alby, Nick died by going down the Box hole, and the first guys were babies in the beginning." I listed, using my hands to count the number of things.
"That's quite a bit of stuff to know, for a Greenie."
"I have my informants. Also, you didn't answer my question earlier."
"I'm Keeper of the Runners."
"Oooh. Pretty fancy. You know, a couple of people said I'd be a good Runner."
"They also said you'd be a good Builder too. We'll see when you try everything out." He stood up. "You might have a shot."
I followed, giving my dishes to Frypan and thanking him. It was getting dark outside, and a big group of boys stood gathered around a pile of wood. I found Gally in the crowd and asked him what was going on.
"It's a bonfire. We have one every month after a Greenie comes up in the Box."
"Why?"
"It's a tradition. I gotta go." He left, heading to the Kitchen for whatever reason.
I mingled, talking to some different guys. I found Gally again, serving some mysterious liquid that tasted like fire, all the way down to my stomach. But nicely. After a particularly disastrous conversation, where a guy proclaimed he was in love with me, I found Peter off to the party's side.
"How's the Glade?" He asked, taking a drink from his cup.
I stole it, finishing it off. "Some guy just said he was in love with me. I need some more of Gally's drink."
Peter laughed. "That's kind of creepy. Hey, get me a new cup while you're up, would ya? You got germs."
I mock sighed. "Fine."
I refilled my (Peter's) cup and gave a new one to him. We talked, and I felt like I had a friend in the Glade. Watching all the guys talking, fighting, drinking, I felt at home. It was a nice feeling, save for the fact I didn't even know what home should feel like. I looked over at Gally and saw he had been watching me. He looked away, but I couldn't help but wonder why he was looking at me in the first place. I shrugged it off, knowing I would talk to him later.
I was watching a fight between Henry and Minho, and saying the least, Minho was winning. Poor Henry was getting his butt kicked. The match ended, and Minho turned to me panting.
"So, Greenie, show me what you have."
I blinked. Then it hit me. "Oh, poor thing. He thinks he's going to win if he fights me!" I told the group, throwing a smile at Minho. He responded with a slight smile himself. So, he liked to tease.
"Oooooooooh!" The boys chorused.
Tightening my ponytail, I stepped into the ring the boys formed.
"Get her Minho!"
We walked around the circle, waiting to see who would start. I took the bait.
It was a mistake. Minho ducked my punch, throwing one himself. It caught me in the shoulder, stinging quite a bit.
I whirled around, blowing my hair out of my face. Turns out, I was dealing with a pretty good fighter.
"You done yet?" Minho asked.
I answered with a punch, and it hit him square in the chest. He stumbled back with a grunt.
"Are you?"
I made the mistake of standing close to him. He kicked my legs out from under me. I fell hard; the sand was unforgiving.
The boys cheered.
The sand tasted like Gally's drink, and it smelled like sweat. The two did not make a great pair. I got up and faced Minho.
And hit him right in the nose.
He stumbled back, one hand on his nose, his eyes watering. I backed up, waiting to see if he'd yield. Minho took a couple seconds, making sure it wasn't broken. Thankfully, it wasn't, just bleeding a bit.
Finally, his eyes narrowed as he pursed his mouth, assessing the situation. I took the time to plot out my next moves.
The fact that the Keeper wasn't attacking made me realize I bopped him pretty good on his nose, apparently enough to put him on the defensive. Minho's fighting style included very straightforward offensive attacks, to the point where he'd take hits to get the opportunity to strike back. He did it with Henry and was doing it with me.
And with all of this information, I came to the conclusion I'd have to hit him pretty hard to knock him out.
Easy enough.
"Alright Greenie, round two." Minho broke my thoughts.
I gave a small smile. We started circling each other, and I waited to make sure my findings were correct. They were, and I got the opportunity to strike first again.
I threw a jab at Minho, which he easily blocked, and then threw all of my power into my right as I aimed for the side of his jaw.
Boom.
I took a step back, shocked that I only had to try it one time. Minho was tired. Or I just didn't know my own strength.
Clint came into the ring, checking my opponent's pulse and sitting him up. After a few moments, he stirred and looked up at me.
"You fight good, Lauren. I want a rematch soon." Minho got up slowly and walked/limped off. I wondered about the limping part, I didn't even hit him below the belt.
The boys cheered, even some of the ones that were voting against me. I got some pats on the back, and some pats dangerously low, so I bowed my head and walked over to an empty log.
"Ay, Greenie! Nice job!" Frypan walked over.
I smiled. "Thanks!"
"You any good?" He gestured over to a corner where Peter was singing to a group. I was shocked, he sounded great.
"Well, I dunno. The whole no-memories thing kinda screws up the things you know about yourself." I gestured vaguely to my head. "I don't want to try and be awful, so I'll come back to you?"
Frypan started laughing and I laughed as well, surprised that he found it that funny. After mine died out and his didn't seem to stop anytime soon, I took the almost empty cup from his hand and walked away.
I said goodnights to Peter and Gally, returned the cup to a dirty stack by the Kitchen, and walked back to the Homestead.
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When I got to my room, I found a backpack sitting on my bed. I opened it and found some clothes and bathroom items. In my frenzy of setting up my room, I completely forgot to secure anything.
After debating if I really needed a shower, I made my way to the bathroom with the pack. I went in and found showers on one side and stalls on the other. And when I realized that there wasn't a door blocking off the showers, I mean, why would there be, I had a mild panic session. While I didn't want to lock everyone out of the bathroom, some guys had a lot to drink, I also didn't want anyone walking in on me.
My solution to the problem walked in singing his song from earlier.
"Peter! Thank goodness." I put a hand on my chest, exhaling deeply.
"Can I please go pee first?" He pointed to a stall.
Blinking, I nodded. "Yeah, uh, go ahead."
An awkward couple of seconds passed as he relieved himself I spent them examining the different products I was supplied with.
"Okay, what's up?"
"I need someone to stand guard for me."
"Stand...guard?"
"Peter." I looked at him for a second. "You were the first person to warn me about the guys in this place, which makes me trust you quite a bit. So I'm taking your advice and asking you to just watch the entrance to the showers for a couple minutes to make sure we don't have an incident. Can you do that for me?"
At the mention of his warning, Peter stood up a little straighter and nodded his head. The definition of attentiveness and determination.
"I gotcha, Lauren."
I cracked a smile. "Thanks. It shouldn't take me too long."
After getting the supplies out of my backpack and setting out what I had, I started the shower with little problems and stepped in. The water was hot, not the greatest water pressure, but it worked to get all of the dirt, sand, and sweat out of my hair and off of my body. Afterward, I studied myself in the sheets of metal they passed as for mirrors. I knew I was blonde; my hair was long enough for that. But the facial features escaped me. I wasn't sure if that was a blessing or a curse.
I thought about asking Peter if he could describe myself to me. But I ultimately gave up. I put my hair into a small braid and released Peter of his duty.
"If you need me to do it again, don't hesitate to ask. I don't think people would blame you for it." He said, leaving before I could thank him properly.
The party was still going when I passed it on my way back to the Homestead. There were fewer people around the fire, but it was still going pretty strong.
Putting the extra clothes in my dresser, I made a mental list of what I went through today. It was a good wind-down.
I came up in a big metal box without any memory, found out I was in a "Glade" full of boys, got into a fight with a Keeper, drank what I'm sure was alcohol, and made a friend. A pretty full day when you think about it.
I climbed into bed and tried to figure out what I knew about myself. My memory wipe wasn't helping anything.
We know that our name is Lauren. We're blonde, confident, strong, and can put up a good fight. We can read people's faces, so that's a handy tool to have. That's about it for now.
Falling asleep wasn't the easiest, but I was exhausted.
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Salutations! (No I didn't watch Charlotte's Web.)
We had a fight! Yeah!
I was toying with the idea that Minho was going to win it, but I wanted to showcase Lauren's strength and people-reading abilities, and honestly, I just wanted a bonfire because I really loved that scene in the movie.
Newt explaining who everyone was? Janice and Damien in Mean Girls, anyone??? We loved.
Gally just blatantly hating on Thomas? Yes.
The fight between the two? YES.
The Newtmas? YESSSS.
One scene I did not like but found extremely hilarious, was when Thomas hits his head and was like "0-0"
"Thomas!!1!!1!1! It's Thomas!1!!!! I remember my name!1! I'm Thomas!1!!!!"
And then everyone else was like "0-0"
AND THEN ALBY GOES "THOMAS!1!1!!!1!" AND THEN IT'S JUST UNTELLEGIBLE YELLING? *chefs kiss*
....WHY AM I LAUGHING NOW I'M SO SLEEP DEPRIVED GOODBAI~
[Edit- I did not just watch the scene again on Youtube and question my sanity]
[Edit 2- I have lost 2 out of my last 3 braincells]
[Edit 3- I need to stop going back to this chapter]
[Edit 5- dear lord this will never be unfunny]
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