The Maze Runner Imagines/Preferences

You're Sober (Part 2)

Canadian Cheese has a few drafts and I want to look but I don't want to ruin it for myself, ya feel?

ANYWAY thanks for all the comments and requests for part 2 bc that made my day very great, bless you..if you sneezed..AND MINHOS ISNT THE BEST SO IM SORRY

Thomas: 

You exited the Homestead for the fifth time that day. You had gone back and forth to get aspiron through the day, well that was only four times..You just exited because while handling a machete and helping Newt put out a dead tree to use for fire wood you had sliced your arm. Newt was scared for you as soon as he saw blood and sent you away to the Med-Jacks. It wasn't your fault, you weren't usually all this clumsy. You just had things on your mind. Thomas.

He'd be back any minute now, with his hot and sticky body that was a result of the maze. Your crush on your friend had never fazed you so much before, infact the idea of him coming back to the Glade was what kept you going, it made you excited to know that once your day of work was over you could see him. But today something seemed so..off. 

"Thomas!" you shouted, trying to hide the biggest grin that had appeared on your face when you had seen him jog through the doors.

He ran in your direction instead of waving and leaving to the Map room like usually. He was there within a matter of seconds, panting with his arms on his hips. He stuck his tounge out of his mouth and shook his head, trying to get his hair from his face. You laughed and reached up, pushing away the oily strands of hair from his forehead.

"How-" Thomas pushed your hand away from his head quickly, "Are you?" you asked in confusion.

"I'm fine," he panted, smiling fakely, "Just wanted to ask if you were okay? You were so shucking drunk yesterday." he laughed awkwardly.

You laughed naturally, running your hand through your hair, blushing, "Yeah, my head still hurts like klunk. I don't remember anything." 

"Oh." Thomas grimanced, rubbing his jaw, "That sucks."

"I did something bad, didn't I?" you sighed, crossing your arms and slumping your shoulders.

"Depends how to you define bad?"

You laughed with wide awkward eyes, "Uh- Doing something that could come across sexual and or flirty.."

Thomas bit his lip, making your breath get stuck halfway up your throat.

"Oh my shuck, Thomas did I do something? To you?" you knew something was off.

"You..you were begging to kiss me and you uh did this thing on my lap-" he cover his face with his hands, "Shuck don't- It's fine, you were drunk, okay?"

You slapped your hand onto your forehead, "And I said something dirty about your fingers..I thought that was a dream!"

Thomas winced, looking down at the ground, playing his own fingers. You uncrossed your arms placed them on his neck making his eyes flutter back to meet yours. You smiled shyly before kissing him hard, making him stumble back, his hands conciously finding their way behind your back.

Minho:

You woke up inside one of the Med-Jack rooms, a hard matress underneath your back.

"Ugh," you groaned, "What time is it?"

Minho chuckled from behind you, "You could just check the watch on your wrist.."

"No, I'm too tired for that," you complained, "Why am I hungover?"

"That depends. Why were you drinking in the maze?"