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N E W T

Although you were stuck in a shucking Maze with no hope of leaving, the Gladers still found time to behave like normal teenagers. Gossip, public humiliation, cliques, the whole shebang. Even Truth or Dare. It was typically headed up by Minho, and many of the boys joined in. You preferred to watch from the corner, Truth or Dare being the only girl could easily get uncomfortable and dangerous.

But today a certain boy had joined in, and you couldn't resist having your interest piqued. Newt typically condoned the behavior, but he must have had too many drinks, or this was just a 'what the hell, why not' situation for him as he sat in the semi-circle.

"Y/N." Minho called you over, shuffling the special cards he made for the game. "Are you finally going to play with us?"

"If I'm not treated like a piece of meat for your enjoyment, sure." You sat down between him and Newt.

"No problem." He promised.

After one boy having to streak, another lick the neck of the person to his right, and another having to try to give Alby a hug while he did his evening patrol, it landed on Newt's turn. You knew that Minho was desperately trying to play matchmaker with you two, but you guys acted stubborn about becoming a couple. So he took matters into his own hands with Truth or Dare.

Newt had proudly chosen dare, and took the top card from the Dare pile. Minho had specially shuffled them to make sure he grabbed the one saying, "Kiss the person to your left." Newt's cheeks turned red as he read it, and soon yours did too as you realized he was on your right.

"And no 'kiss on the cheek' klunk, it's gotta be mouth-to-mouth." Minho added, a devilish smirk on his face.

You rolled your eyes, pulling Newt in for a deep, long kiss. Your mouths moved in perfect sync, and his hands tangled themselves in your hair. Everyone else in the room was whooping but neither you nor Newt seemed fazed. "We've been dating for three months, shuckface." He grinned, and Minho's jaw dropped.

"You slintheads!" Your friend yelled, and you and Newt both uncontrollably laughed at the look on his face.

T H O M A S

"Truth or Dare, Y/N." Gally simpered ((yes that's a real word, wtf)) as you sat in a circle with a few other Gladers. You were a Builder, and this was one of the things the other Builders did whenever they had free time in the Glade.

"Hm, Truth."

"You're so shucking boring."

"Fine, dare." You rolled your eyes as he thought.

"So you know how we all hate the Greenie?" He said, and everyone in the circle nodded.

The rest of Gally's Builder goonies hated him because Gally hated him, but you had a specific spite towards him. Something you never told anyone the true nature of. Seeing his face for the first time had triggered a little memory to surface, just you two holding hands. Then everytime you looked at him, images like that popped up, hurting your heart even more as you realized you had been in love before here. And he couldn't even remember who you were. The memories were so painful you couldn't stand even looking at his face.

"Well I think Ms. Single And Refuses To Mingle, should do a little mingling with him." The group around you snickered as Gally laid out the specifics. "You have to kiss him for at least five seconds."

You shot Gally a glare before leaving the room to find the Greenie. A problem of yours was that you could never back down from a dare. Never. So you found him working in the Gardens, his back to you as he worked in the dirt. He must have sensed your presence, because before you could even open your mouth, he stood up to face you. And god, the smile he offered you flashed the memory of your first kiss with him in front of your face. It had been your first kiss, period.

He hadn't managed to get much out other than a hello before you slammed your lips onto his. It felt just like how your memories were, and as you pulled away, a sadness filled your chest. You left without a word.

M I N H O

"Truth or Dare! Truth or Dare!" The Gladers chanted, probably a little drunk. A select few had been chosen to participate in forced Truth or Dare.

One of the Runners, Minho usually officiated, but today he wanted to play, so Ben took over. You had liked Minho for a really long time, but you weren't sure if his flirtations were legit so you remained friends. Today you had been put in the circle next to him.

First, Winston was asked if he had wet his pants in the Glade. The answer was yes. A Slopper you didn't catch the name of was forced to try to give Gally a hug. He got a black eye. Next it was your turn.

"Dare." You looked Ben dead in the eye, asking him to do his worst. A smile that you didn't like the look of crossed your face.

"Kiss Minho on the cheek." That seemed like too mild of a dare for him to concoct, and you narrowed your eyes at the Runner.

But you had thirty sets of eyes on you and Minho dramatically presenting his left cheek to you. Rolling your eyes, you leaned it, fully expecting Minho to turn his head at the last second. Which he did.

Your lips met his and he obviously hadn't expected you to deepen it though. You two kept going at it, and the Gladers were obviously getting uncomfortable as you pushed Minho's back to the ground while still making out. Someone cleared their throat, and a few moments later you eventually stopped and let Minho back up, wild grins on your faces.