"Put me down you slinthead shuck-face!" I screamed, but he didn't give a klunk. "Put me down before I'll do something I'll regret." I warned him quietly, but he just grinned without a care in the world. I leaned closer to his ear, brushing it with my lips.

"You can't say I didn't warn you." I whispered quietly and bit the piece of flash in between his shoulder and neck.

"Hey!" He shouted at me and made me jump as he threw me up on his back. "That was uncalled for shuck-face." He whined.

"I told you so." I whispered still leaning to his ears. "So, what's it gonna be?" I felt him adjusting his body under my weight, but he didn't seem to want to put me down. "Are you sill resisting?" I chuckled. "I can keep going." I muttered and bit his ear lobe. He let out a pleased moan and my eyes widened in surprise.

"Stop doing that." His voice had a warning tone to it and I stopped immediately. "Don't do that again."

"I won't." I said and tried to get off his back.

"I didn't say I will let you go though." He said turning his face towards me, a grin finding its way back.

"You just told me to stop, but you won't? How is that fair to you?" I scoffed.

"I never said I played fair." He smirked and started walking.

"Finally, get a room you two." I heard a boy's voice and saw a bunch of guys standing in front of the kitchen entrance starring at us.

"Why should we? It seems that you are enjoying the show." His cocky tone made me chuckle.

"Well, so far this has been the most interesting scenery in the Glade so can't complain." Newt said raising his glass at us. Minho just showed his middle finger to him and we headed towards the Lookout tree.

"What are we doing here?" I asked in confusion.

"Just go up, I will be back in a bit." He instructed me as he put my boots on the ground and ran away. I didn't understand a thing, but I climbed up the ladder and sat down in the corner of the fence. It didn't take long for Minho to come back and when I saw him bringing his backpack up, I felt even more confused.

"What's that for?" I asked curiously.

"It's a surprise." He said smirking and sat down beside me. He opened his bag and gave me a metal box. I unlocked the latch on it and a smile appeared on my face.

"You saved my life." I said relieved seeing the unrecognisable but appealing food in front of me.

"I knew you'd be hungry." He shrugged his shoulders and started eating quietly. "You seem to get along with the rest of the Runners." He stated.

"Yeah pretty much. Since you finally let me go with them, they kind of accepted me." I explained. "At first I thought it would be harder though. I'm a girl after all." I continued. "But we started getting along quite quickly."

"You are rather close to Hank, huh?" There was something in his voice I couldn't place, but I just ignored it.

"I mean it's hard not to. He is a goof ball." I smiled as I filled up my mouth looking like a hamster. "He has a very unique kind of sense of humour. The kind where you can't decide if you should laugh or punch him in the face." I chuckled.

"Sounds like you are getting along." He started nodding. He seemed strange, but I just couldn't place his behaviour anywhere.

"Is everything okay? You seem a bit weird today." I cut to the chase.

"Yeah, I'm all good." He replied vaguely. I squinted at him trying to read his expression, but he hid it very well.

"You don't seem so." I pushed.

"Nah, it's nothing in particular." He shrugged and silence fell on us. I finished with my food, placed the cutlery inside and closed the lock. I pulled Minho's bag pack closer to me and put the empty box inside. "Does it look like my bag is a trash can?" He asked jokingly.

"You brought it, you take it." I smirked and spread my arms expansively.

"I'm blessed to have you around me." He said sarcastically.

"You know you love it deep down in the farthest corner of your heart." I winked proudly.

"Think what you want." He scoffed, but I saw his lips twitch. He wanted to smile. He finished his food and placed his box in his bag too.

"So when you do that, that's not a problem, huh? Double standard much?" I complained.

"It's my bag, I can do whatever I want with it." He grinned. I leaned back to the fence and moved around a bit to find a convenient position, if of course sitting on wooden logs was any way convenient. A comfortable silence took place but I didn't mind. I was tired and being able to sit next to Minho and relaxing somehow made me feel content. He started searching for something in his bag and took out a thin dark blanket. I looked up at him as he placed it on both of us, not being able to understand the situation, but I accepted it without a word. I pulled my legs on my side and took the courage to place my head on Minho's shoulder. He didn't move or say anything. He didn't seem to mind. He just placed his head on the top of mine and I felt his shoulders relax under me.

I wasn't sure if it was Minho's presence or I was just very tired, but I fell asleep in seconds. Somehow I felt a happy feeling in the pit of my stomach and I just wanted to capture it and hold it as long as I could. I felt content. I knew in the Glade or in the Maze something always ruined the mood so I just hang on to the feeling desperately as I entered my dreams. And there were indeed dreams, not nightmares.