Bad Luck
Summary:
(TAKES PLACE DURING THE SECOND BOOK) After falling in love with Minho in the Maze, y/n can never seem to get good luck when she's around the guy while they trek through the Scorch.
Dear Diary,
I never had time to think about my feelings in the Maze, and I never thought I would need to. being surrounded by 50 or so teenage boys with only one other girl around was hard enough, but my job as a builder brought the most stress on me. And so I've decided to write in this little book about all my emotions and journeys. I've even taken the risk of writing about my feelings for Minho.
With that I closed the book as I heard Teresa calling my name. We quickly became close after she awoke from her coma. Though we didn't really have much of a choice because confiding in one of the boys was definetly not an option. She's the only one that knows I have feelings for Minho, even if I'm not even sure how to label them yet. As I walked towards her voice I saw Winston laying on the sand with a gun on his chest, I guess everyone had already said their goodbyes. Fry was already in tears, the poor guy. Winston had been scratched on his stomach by one of the monsters I believe Rat Man called "Cranks". What a wicked name. Winston said something to Thomas as Newt backed away. Something only the two of them would hear. Winston shooed us off so he could die knowing his friends didn't have to watch, and soon later as we were walking away, a gunshot. We stopped, as if all trapped in the same thought. I don't remember if I cried. I do remember Minho holding my waist as we walked to steady me.
~Time Skip~
I wake up in a abandoned building, almost but not entirely alone, Minho and Fry were with me. But otherwise there was no one else on the first floor. The building seemed to have multiple levels and we were in the far corner of the first floor.
"Min?" I wondered if he was awake or just resting.
"Yeah y/n, I'm up."
"Oh."I paused unsure how to ask "What happened after...?" I let my voice trail off. I didn't want to speak about what happened to Winston,I know he didn't either. "Well, after you passed out-" "I passed out!?" I interupted him. "Yeah" he cleared his throat "And I had to carry you all the way here sweetheart", I felt butterflies at the thought of Minho carrying me. "But where are we Min?". A long silence. "We're just a mile or two out from the Safe Haven" I saw a tear slide down his face in the glow of the flashlight. I had never seen Minho cry. Not ever. I crawled over to him and laid my head on his chest, hoping to comfort him. We laid there silently.
My mind cleared for a moment. My book. My diary. Where was it? I shot up and started frantically looking around. If someone other than Teresa had read it I'd be dead. "Uh hey Min have you seen-?" I stopped when I saw the book in his hands. "What?" he stopped reading to look at me with a sly gin on his face. This mother-shucker. "Min..give me my book please" He went back to reading "Book or Diary y/n?" He said the word playfully. "Can you just shut up and give me the book?" He eyed me, still smirking, "No." He sat up and put the book to his side. "When were you gonna tell me y/n?" His tone was quiet almost a sad whisper. "I- I don't know I just had some bad luck everytime I got around to telling you, and I never knew if you were going to feel the same. So i had the book to-" I exclaimed as he cut me off with a kiss. I relaxed into his touch and kissed him back, it was a slow gentle kiss. Filled with all the feelings we could never say before.
"Well it took you two shanks bloody long enough." We broke apart at hearing Newt's voice. I saw Thomas, Newt and Teresa whom was wearing a bigger smile than mine an shaking her head. "It took you guys long enough" This came from Fry.
"I guess we just had some bad luck" Minho said winking at me.
