Minho-Newt||The Maze Runner

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(A/N- Hi, thanks for reading! These characters are not mine, they belong to James Dashner)

"But there's nothin' of me, I neeeedd ffoooodd!" He growls, slamming his fist on the table.
Everyone looks at us, wide eyed, some still with food in there mouths. Bloody slinthead.

"Great," I whisper to Minho. "Now you bloody created a scene." He looks at me, a watch-this look on his face. "Sorry, guys, we're just joking around."

He smiles at everyone, just like that, they go back to eating, talking. How the shuck does he do that?

"Seriously, Minho, bloody hell! You should be second in command, not shucking me. Or even leader! Minho the leader." He looks at me, wide eyed, his mouth slightly open.
"Dude, are you sayin' you would have me as shuck leader; not your beloved Alby?"
"No, maybe. Slim it!" I mumble, shoving him lightly in the shoulder.

"I would vote for ya!" We both look at Chuck, he has one elbow on the table, his head resting on his closed hand.

"Thanks Chuck." A tiny smile forms on the side of his face. "Anyway, give me my food. Now. Please."
I look at Chuck, he moves his hand from his face, a slight red tinge marks his cheek, making his freckles less obvious. "What ya think Chuckie?" I say, the side of my mouth turning up.

"You know what Newt, because he said please, in the nicest way possible, for him, I think he should get some." I nod, he uses his chubby hands to push the plate along the table to in front of Minho.
His eyes light up, a slight grumble comes from his direction, I'm guessing that's his belly.

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