~One month later~

Thomas's P.O.V

Thomas walked towards the campfire and smiled as he saw Frypan stirring whatever was in the pan that was hanging just above the fire.

"What's for dinner?" he asked.

"Well, I thought that we'd start with caviar and a light potato tartar, followed by fresh baked lobster and ending with cheese soufflé." Frypan joked.

"Sounds delicious, can't wait." Thomas played along, making Frypan laugh as Thomas wandered over to Minho and Newt. His eyebrows furrowed.

"Y/N not out yet?" he asked.

"No. I haven't seen her all day." Minho shrugged.

"Huh. I'll go get her." Thomas decided before starting to walk away. He wandered to Y/N's shack and walked in.

"Hey, dinner is nearly-." He stopped as he saw her laying on her bed, fast asleep. He smiled slightly to himself, taking in how beautiful her sleeping form was as he quietly walked in. He walked to her bed and bent down. He carefully took the blanket and pulled it up her body, making sure to cover most of her.

"Sleep well." He whispered, gently cupping her cheek before leaving her shack and walking back to the fire.

"She's asleep. I thought it was best to just leave her." Thomas shrugged as he sat down next to Minho.

"Thanks." He mumbled as Newt handed him a Mason jar of Frypan's moonshine.

"So, what's happening between you two?" Newt asked. Thomas took a drink from the moonshine, making his face scrunch up slightly.

"What do you mean?" he asked.

"Dude, it's pretty obvious you like each other." Minho chuckled. Thomas's eyes widened and he choked on the liquid as he sat up.

"What?" he scoffed.

"Don't even pretend, Tommy." Newt laughed.

"What the fuck are you guys talking about?" Thomas scoffed.

"We see the way you look at her. It's like how you used to look at Teresa, but slightly different. There's more love in your eyes when you look at Y/N." Minho nodded. Thomas gulped.

"I mean, it's not a bad thing, mate. Just be careful. You can never know for sure what's real in this world." Newt sighed, taking a sip of his moonshine. Thomas thought about it for a moment. He had to admit, it didn't make sense until he did really think about it. He did love everything about Y/N. He loved her laugh, her smile, her personality, her body, her face, her-.

"Thomas?" Minho spoke, snapping him out of his apparent trance.

"Sorry, I was thinking about Y/N." he mumbled. Newt and Minho looked at each other.

"What the fuck are you guys talking about, I only like Y/N as a friend." Newt mocked, making Thomas and Minho laugh as Thomas playfully punched his arm.

"Speak of the devil." Minho mumbled as Y/N wandered out of her shack and to the log on the other side of the fire.

"Should I go talk to her?" Thomas asked.

"I say go for it. Just make sure she's okay." Newt nodded. Thomas returned it before standing up and heading over to her, his Mason jar still in his grasp.

Y/N's P.O.V

I sat by myself at the fire, hugging myself and trying to block out everyone else laughing and joking with each other. I looked down at the key in my hand. What was it for? I wish I could remember. I looked up and gave Thomas a small smile as he sat next to me.

"How you coping?" he asked, putting an arm on the log we were sat against.

"Well, considering the only I remember is my name, and somehow your name, I could be better." I nodded. He returned it and chuckled.

"Yeah. Still better than most. Usually, greenies only know their own name, nothing more." He shook his head.

"How come?" I asked. He looked at me and sighed.

"No idea. I guess it's just what happens when we're sent here from wherever the fuck we're sent from." He sighed before taking a drink of the liquid in the Mason jar he was holding. He winced slightly as he swallowed it.

"What's that?" I asked. He looked at me before holding up the jar, making me nod.

"It's Frypan's moonshine. It's fucking strong." He chuckled.

"Can I try it?" I asked.

"You sure? I nearly threw up the first time I tried it." He chuckled.

"I'm sure." I nodded. He returned it.

"Okay, then." He smiled before handing it to me. I took a sip and my eyes widened. I moved the jar from my lips and coughed, making Thomas laugh as I put the back of my hand against my lips.

"Jesus Christ. Not only is that fucking strong, it's fucking rank." I choked.

"True, but when you're in here and wanting to get drunk, taste doesn't enter the equation." He chuckled, looking at me. I returned it as I met his gaze. He looked at me intently as he smiled.

"So, how long have you been here?" I asked. He let out a puff of air as he shook his head.

"You lose count. I've been here for at least seven hundred and thirty days." He admitted, making my eyes widen.

"Thomas, that's two years." I scoffed. He nodded.

"Nothing compared to some guys in here. Minho had been here for three years by the time I got here, Newt had been here for four. Alby has been here for the longest, he's been here for eight years." Thomas admitted.

"Oh my god." I choked. Thomas looked at me.

"Hey." He spoke, gently taking my hand. I gulped as I looked at him.

"We're going to find a way out of here. Minho and I go out there every day in search of a way out. We'll find one, I promise." He reassured, his thumb gently moving from side to side against my skin. I smiled and nodded as I looked into his stunning whiskey eyes.

"Hey, guys." I looked up and my eyes widened slightly as Teresa stood there.

"Um, hey, Teresa." Thomas sighed, making me sigh internally as I felt him let go of my hand.

"I'm just going to-there we go." She smiled as she slid in between us, making us both sigh as she sat in between us. I looked at Thomas, catching his eye. He looked at me sheepishly before mouthing "sorry", making me smile.

"So, what were you guys talking about?" Teresa asked, snuggling her back into Thomas's chest, making him look at her with furrowed eyebrows. I gulped as I felt my heart start to sink.

"Nothing, just about how Y/N is coping in the glade." Thomas spoke, looking at me contently. I gave him a small smile.

"Great, well I'm sure she can cope without you." Teresa smiled, looking up at him. Thomas scoffed as he looked down at her. As soon as he looked down, she lent up and pressed her lips against his. I felt my heart drop as I saw him kiss back. Suddenly, he pulled away and gulped as he looked at me.

"Um, I'm just going to leave you two alone." I nodded as I stood up.

"No, Y/N, wait." Thomas spoke as I passed him. I sighed and shook my head as I walked to the other log and sat in between Minho and Newt. They looked at each other before looking at me.

"You alright, Y/N?" Newt asked, his accent similar to my own. I sighed and took his Mason jar of moonshine before downing the liquid.

"Careful, you'll be sick." Minho scoffed.

"I don't care." I mumbled before giving the now empty Mason jar back to Newt.

Thomas's P.O.V

"We're going to find a way out of here. Minho and I go out there every day in search of a way out. We'll find one, I promise." Thomas reassured, his thumb gently moving from side to side against Y/N's skin. Damn, it was soft. Maybe it was just because since everyone in the glade used their hands all day, he hadn't felt skin so smooth in years, but he cherished the feel of it. Y/N smiled and nodded as she looked into his eyes with her own gorgeous ones.

"Hey, guys." Thomas looked up and his eyes widened slightly as Teresa stood there.

"Um, hey, Teresa." he sighed, groaning internally as he reluctantly let Y/N's hand slip out of his own. He sighed again at the loss of contact.

"I'm just going to-there we go." She smiled as she slid in between them, making them both sigh as she sat in between them. Y/N looked at Thomas, catching his eye with her stunning hazel orbs. He looked at her sheepishly before mouthing "sorry", making her smile.

"So, what were you guys talking about?" Teresa asked, snuggling her back into Thomas's chest. His eyebrows furrowed as he looked down at her against his chest. Why was she doing this? He had made it very clear that they were over, and he had no doubt she knew he liked Y/N, not to mention Teresa knew he hated her.

"Nothing, just about how Y/N is coping in the glade." Thomas spoke, looking at her beautiful face contently. She gave him a small smile.

"Great, well I'm sure she can cope without you." Teresa smiled, looking up at him. Thomas scoffed as he looked down at her. As soon as he looked down, she leant up and pressed her lips against his. His eyes widened at the all too familiar feeling. The feeling he didn't want to experience again. He pulled away and gulped, feeling his heart start to race as he realised that there was no way Y/N hadn't seen that.

"Um, I'm just going to leave you two alone." Y/N nodded as she stood up.

"No, Y/N, wait." Thomas spoke as she passed him. She sighed and shook her head as she walked to the other log and sat in between Minho and Newt. Thomas clenched his jaw and looked down at Teresa.

"What the fuck are you playing at?" he spat, making her roll her eyes.

"Oh, come on, Tom. We have history, she's new. You can't honestly think you'll ultimately end up with her." She scoffed.

"And why would I end up with you? If I were to tell the others what you told me, they'd throw you out into the maze for the grievers to get to." He snapped.

"You know you love it secretly. Me being draped over you." She smirked, leaning up.

"Teresa?" he mumbled.

"Yeah?" she asked, looking at Thomas's lips as she brought hers closer.

"I'd rather die than have you draped over me instead of Y/N." he nodded, making her stop in her tracks. She scoffed and nodded.

"Stay away from me. And her, for that matter." He mumbled before moving from underneath Teresa and walking away from the fire, briefly looking back at Y/N as he walked away.

Y/N's P.O.V

I opened my eyes slowly and groaned at my banging head. I sat up and cradled my head, noticing the all too familiar pain of a hangover.

"Fuck me." I mumbled as I blinked in the painfully bright morning sun. I slowly stood from my bed and stumbled out into the glade, where everyone else was already up. I wandered to the meal shack and slumped in. Newt and Minho looked at me from their table and chuckled before looking at each other.

"Morning, sunshine." Minho smiled as I sat next to him.

"Shut up." I grumbled, resting my head against the table.

"First hangover in the glade. You're officially one of us." Newt nodded.

"Yay." I mumbled.

"Here, drink this." Minho spoke, pushing a wooden cup towards me. I took it and looked at the clear liquid.

"What is it?" I asked.

"Wow, you are hungover. It's water." He laughed. I flipped him off before taking a big drink.

"That feels good." I chuckled. My eyebrows furrowed as I realised something.

"Wait, guys, the last thing I remember is sitting with you by the campfire, so how did I end up in my shack?" I asked. They looked at each other.

"You're going to love this." Newt chuckled. I looked at Minho.

"Thomas came back around two this morning, by which time you had been out for about fifteen minutes. He carried you back to your shack." He admitted. My eyes widened.

"Thomas saw me like this? Fucking kill me." I groaned.

"I wouldn't worry, Y/N. He seemed to want to carry you. Both of us offered, but he insisted." Newt admitted. I smiled.

"Really?" I asked.

"You've got a little crush, haven't you?" Minho chuckled.

"No..." I lied.

"Sure. We believe you." Newt smiled. I chuckled and shook my head.

"I'm going to find Thomas. See you later." I spoke, downing the rest of Minho's water before standing up and heading out of the meal shack.

"Good luck!" Minho called after me, making me chuckle as I walked out. I wandered across the glade, relishing the feeling of the sun on my skin as I headed over to Thomas's shack. I gulped as I slowed down, seeing him in there, sorting stuff out and folding clothes. I knocked on the door lightly, making Thomas look at me. His eyes widened slightly but he smiled as he saw me.

"Morning, sleeping beauty. How you feeling?" he chuckled. I returned it, trying to hide my smile at his nickname.

"Like shit." I nodded, making him laugh.

"Yeah, that's what happens when you drink three jars of Frypan's moonshine." He smiled. I returned it as I walked in.

"Minho and Newt told me that you carried me back to my shack. Thanks for doing that." I spoke, nervously fiddling with my hands.

"It's no problem. It may be hot here during the day but at night, it's easy to freeze and I like you too much to let you die." He chuckled before realising what he'd said and looking down.

"Well, thanks." I chuckled.

"Can I talk to you about something else?" he asked, looking back at me.

"Of course, Thomas." I spoke. He nodded before looking at me timidly.

"When Teresa kissed me last night, it wasn't...it isn't what it looks like." He gulped, looking at me. I looked down.

"It's fine, Thomas, you're together-."

"That's the thing, Y/N. We're not." He admitted. I looked at him.

"You're not?" I asked, making him shake his head.

"We used to be, but...things changed...people changed...people came..." he admitted, looking at me with a soft smile on his lips. I returned the smile as I tried to hide my blushing cheeks.

"Okay, well, thanks for telling me. I better start my shift in the garden." I nodded. Thomas returned it and smiled.

"Yeah, I'll see you later." He spoke.

"Bye, Thomas." I replied, giving him one last smile before turning to leave and letting my smile grow.