The Maze Runner Imagines/Preferences

Your Breakup

Thomas:

"You didn't need to hug him.." Counters Thomas.

I sigh, and roll my eyes. "Tommy I can do whatever I shucking want!"

"So you were gonna kiss him too?" Huffs Thomas, crossing his arms over his bare chest.

Normally I'd be all over him [don't think dirty] but I'm too angry now.

"A hug is friendly. A kiss is what I give you, but certainly not now." I glare at him, my eyes like icy daggers.

"Didn't look like it." Thomas stares at me, his face red.

"Holy shuck Thomas!" I mentally smack myself. "I can hug whoever I want!"

Thomas stands there, looking at me, silent, and still. [Silent freaking Hill] "Y-you called me Thomas."

"So I did," I stare back at him blankly. "It doesn't shucking matter."

"You never call me Thomas, unless you're really shucking mad at me."

Holy crap! I think to myself. How dumb can this idiot get?

"Because I am shucking mad at you!" I yell at him, my throat raw from shouting. "Stop being such a slinthead and smarten up!"

"Then stop being a slut and stop cheating on me!" Thomas narrows his eyes at me, making it look like he's constipated.

"I'm not a slut, you bastard. I'm not cheating on your either." I roll my eyes.

"Then stop hugging and touching other guys." Thomas holds up the middle finger.

"I can hug whoever i want! Holy crap Thomas!"

"But you are cheating on me. I can tell." Thomas mock grins at me.

"I'm not cheating on you Thomas! How many shucking times do I have to tell you ?!"

Thomas narrows his eyes at me once more. "I don't believe you."

I glare at him, my heart pounding. "Thomas what kind of relationship do we have if you don't even trust me."

He just shrugs.

"I'll tell you what kind of relationship we have." I sigh. "No relationship. We're through, you bastard."

I push open the door of the Homestead and storm out, leaving Thomas behind me.

Minho:

"-Minho are you even shucking listening to me?" I ask my boyfriend, drumming my fingers on his chest.

"mmhmm." he says, his mouth full.

"Then tell me what I just told you, slint head." I smirk.

Minho takes a few more bites of his sandwich before answering. "Something about a- um. Something Frypan cooked, and Chuck stuck them up his nose." He grins.

As adorable as that grin was, I hate when he doesn't listen. It's like he doesn't care.

"Wrong." i roll my eyes.

"Whatever y/n." He rolls his eyes and continues to chew his sandwich.

"Not whatever, Minho." I heave out a sigh. "Minho you don't even care."

"Now just hold o-"

"Minho you never listen to anything I say." I cut him off.

"y/n that isn't necessar-"