Sweet Pandemonium - Gally (The Maze Runner) Part 4 Of 16

Sweet Pandemonium - Gally (The Maze Runner) Part 4 of 16

Oh god, I’m growing attached to this relationship...

In other news, computer still dead and I’m tired and idk how to feel about this chapter. I’m slowing down lmao. But here it is anyway

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To say Gally was pissed that you went into the maze would be an understatement, even if you just went down the main corridor to help the boys get Alby inside the Glade.

Thankfully Gally didn’t have time to scold you too much, because after making sure Alby was situated in the Med-jacks care, the Keepers called a meeting to discuss the whole situation.

This should be fun...

As always, it was a little tough corralling everyone into council hall. But after everyone settled into their seats, Gally stood up to speak first after glancing your way for a moment.

“Things are changing.” Gally started. “There’s no denying that. First, Ben gets stung in broad daylight, and then Alby. And now our Greenie here has taken it upon himself to go into the maze. Which is a clear violation of our rules here.”

“Yeah, but he saved Alby’s life.” Frypan voiced, some Gladers nodding into agreement.

“Did he?” He countered. “For three years, we have coexisted with these things, and now you’ve killed one of them.” He pointed at Thomas. “Who knows what that means for us?”

“Well, what do you suggest we do?” Newt asked calmly.

“He has to be punished.” Gally said like it was the obvious action, making the whole room speak up with their disagreements, including you.

You scoffed. “You think he should be punished because he tried to save his life?”

Gally glared at you. “He still broke the rules.”

“So I guess that means Y/N has to be punished too.” Minho voiced, gaining the attention of the other Gladers. “She went into the maze.”

Gally rolled his eyes. “Not like that Greenie did.”

“Rules are rules, right, Gally? Or are you suggesting Y/N should get special treatment cause she’s a girl, or cause she’s special to you?”

“Minho.” Newt interrupted, sighing in frustration. “You were there with him. What do you think?”

Minho threw Gally a glare before sighing softly. “I think...in all the time we’ve been here, no one’s ever killed a Griever before. When I turned tail and ran, this dumb shank stood behind to help Alby. Look, I don’t know if he’s brave or stupid...whatever it is, we need more of it. I say we make him a Runner.”

“A Runner? What? Minho, let’s not jump the gun here, alright?” Fry voiced, along with everyone else voicing their opinions, even Chuck trying to get a chant in Thomas’ favor going, but failing.

“If you want to throw the newbie a parade, that’s fine. Go ahead. But if there is one thing that I know about the maze, it is that you do not-”

A rumbling and sudden blaring horn interrupted Gally, echoing around the entire Glade and making your ears hurt. But you knew that noise, it was what you heard when you came up in the Box. But it’s not even close to a month yet. Nothing is supposed to be coming up yet. So, what the hell is happening?

Gally and Newt ran out, taking off toward the Box immediately, you and the rest of the Gladers following closely behind.

You quickly made it to the Box, standing beside Gally as he and Newt opened the doors.

“What the hell?” You whispered as everyone crowded around the Box, Thomas pushing his way to the front.

“It’s another girl.” Newt said, looking up to the group in confusion, and to you briefly. “I think she’s dead...”

The girl was fair, long dark hair slightly covering her face. She was unconscious, but thankfully she was still breathing from what you could see. You looked to her hand, seeing that there was something she was clutching onto. “What’s in her hand?”

Newt leaned over and gently grabbed what was in her hand, a piece of paper. “She’s the last one...ever.” Newt read, once again looking up in confusion.

The girl mumbled in her state, and you could’ve sworn you heard your name come from her mouth. “Did you hear-”

The girl gasped loudly, interrupting your question and causing everyone to jump in shock, her eyes opening wide. “Thomas.” She panted, her eyes rolling to the back of her head and falling back into unconsciousness.

Everyone looked to Thomas, who looked just as in shock as all the other Gladers.

“Y/N, help me bring her up, will ya?” Newt asked.

“Why me?”

“Well, you’re...ya know...” You rolled your eyes, reluctantly hopping down into the Box and helping Newt carry the girl out and handing her over to the Med-jacks care. Thankfully, your arm was mostly healed from Ben’s attack, well, the sprained part anyway. “We’ve got it from here, Y/N, thank you.”

You nodded, but you didn’t leave. You stared at the girl, feeling a familiar feeling, almost like with Thomas. It was different, but the same. You felt a headache coming on just by trying to make sense of this feeling that you don’t remember ever having, but you knew you had nonetheless.

“Y/N?” Newt snapped you out of your trance.

“Uh, sorry. I’ll leave now.”

You left the room in a hurry, almost running into Thomas and Minho in the process. “You good?” Minho asked.

“Yeah, yeah. Just feeling a little headache.” You smiled weakly.

Thomas gave you a look, and you knew he wasn’t buying it. But you had a feeling he didn’t have the time to call you out so you pushed past them and headed to the watering station.

You just needed water, that was probably it. You’ll be fine once you have some water.

You sighed in relief once you took some gulps of the water from the faucet. It wasn’t cold, but it still felt nice. Your headache didn’t go away unfortunately.

When you saw Gally walking over to you, part of you just wanted to leave. But knowing him, he probably wouldn’t let you leave so easily without talking to him. You turned around to lean against the makeshift sink, tapping your foot impatiently as you prepared yourself for a probable exhausting conversation.

“Hey.”

“Hey.” You huffed.

“Get the girl to the Med-jacks okay?”

“Yep.”

“What happened to your thumb?”

You lifted your hand up to your face, looking over your thumb. The peeled off skin had already scarred over. It didn’t hurt when you didn’t think about it, but now that Gally pointed it out, you felt the pulsing throbs of pain from the little wound.

“Irrelevant. What do you want?” You asked, briefly sucking on your thumb to try and ease the pain.

“What the hell is up with you, huh? I’m the one who’s supposed to be mad at you.” Gally huffed.

“You kept trying to make me believe that Thomas and Minho were already dead, Gally. You didn’t even try to think anything else.” You crossed your arms.

A tense pause before Gally spoke again.

“That was a really stupid thing you did today, you know. Going into the maze.”

You rolled your eyes. “I barely went five feet.”

“Minho was right.” Gally sighed. “I can’t give you special treatment. You’ll have to be punished along with the Greenie.”

“I wouldn’t need or want special treatment anyway, especially from you.”

Gally chuckled bitterly. “Just yesterday you told me you liked me, and now you’re acting like you hate me. God, if that girl acts anything like you-”

“What, huh?” You interrupted harshly.

One of the Builders came running up to you and Gally, panting in exhaustion when he finally reached you. “What is it?”

“That Greenie and a bunch of other Gladers ran into the maze.”

You quickly snapped your head towards your fellow Builder. “What?” You yelped. “When?”

“Just a few minutes ago.”

Gally’s face quickly contorted in anger, shaking his head before storming off. “Where are you going?” You asked, struggling to keep up with his long legs.

“Finding Newt. If that Greenie comes back alive, there’s no way he’s not gonna be punished now.”

It was hard to argue with Gally when he set his mind to something, especially when it’s about something that he was probably right about. There was no argument that you could’ve made that would help Thomas, the boy really just loved looking for trouble.

You stopped following after Gally, and went to find Chuck to see him already at the maze doors. “Gally’s on a warpath.”

“What do you mean?” Chuck stuttered, startled by your sudden presence beside him and looking around nervously.

“Thomas went into the maze again, but you already know that, don’t you.” You smirked, causing Chuck to blush. “Gally found out about it. Make sure he knows when he gets back, okay, bud?”

Chuck quickly nodded, nervously smiling as you ruffled his curly hair.

When they got back, you stood outside council hall. You weren’t allowed in the meeting, since it was Keepers only. But you paced back and forth, trying not to bite the same thumb that you did this morning.

You really had to work on your nervous tics.

You looked up expectantly when you heard the building’s doors open, an angry looking Gally storming out and walking past you. “Wait, what happened?” You asked, jogging to keep up with his pace.

“Newt made that shank a Runner.”

You were speechless. A Runner? You didn’t think Thomas would get appointed with such a job so early on. “That’s it?”

Gally suddenly stopped in his tracks, causing you to almost trip and fall when you tried to stop mid jog. “Why are you talking to me, huh? If you hate me, shouldn’t you be ignoring me?” He said, glaring at you as he spoke.

“I never said I hated you. Don’t be so dramatic.”

Gally scoffed. “I’m being dramatic? Yeah, right.” He started to walk again, but you got in his way.

“Gally, wait.” Gally stopped, even though he could’ve easily moved you out of the way. “Hey, I’m sorry, okay? I don’t hate you. I don’t. I was mad at you, is all.” You looked down nervously from his intense gaze.

Gally sighed softly, gently bringing you into a hug, tender much like the one he gave you yesterday. “I’m sorry too. I didn’t want to hurt your feelings or anything.”

“It’s okay.” You smiled weakly. “So, what was the verdict?”

Gally scratched the back of his neck and bit his lip nervously. “Uh, well, a night in the Pit with no food or water.”

“For him?”

“For both of you.” You closed your eyes and nodded, you weren’t really surprised. “I would’ve tried to lessen your punishment if we had made up earlier.”

You shook your head and smiled. “It’s alright, Gal. I can handle the Pit. It’s not like I haven’t spent a couple nights there anyway.”

Gally grinned and chuckled, starting to walk to the Builder’s area right beside you, making sure that you could keep up with him. “Right, right, I remember. You certainly taught Winston to never catcall you ever again. Poor shank couldn’t even walk right for days after you kicked him.”

“Shouldn’t have commented on my tits.” You shrugged, smirking slightly as you remembered Gally’s laugh when it happened.

“It was pretty badass, in my opinion.” Gally playfully knocked himself against you.

“Alby didn’t seem to think so.”

“You shouldn’t have been punished for that. Even I thought it was stupid.”

“Thanks, Captain.” You smiled softly, the smile itching to grow wider when Gally’s face flushed red.

“The girl’s awake!”

You and Gally both turned to see all the Gladers surrounding the watch tower, all ducking the various rocks that were being thrown off. “That’s probably not good...” You mumbled, taking off with Gally towards the commotion.

As soon as you both got to the base of the tower, it didn’t even take a minute before Gally got frustrated with the girl. But you were more frustrated even more by all the boys that seemed to be having fun. You understood how the girl was feeling after all.

“Guys, maybe we should give her some space!” You tried yelling over the ruckus, to no avail.

Not really a surprise there.

Seeing Newt in the crowd, you walked up to him while trying to dodge the rocks in the process. “I don’t think she likes us very much.” He chuckled when he noticed you next to him.

“Well no wonder, she’s probably terrified. You guys aren’t even giving her time to adjust here.”

“We just wanna know why she’s here, that’s all! I didn’t think being curious was a crime!” Fry voiced.

“It’s not! But we’ll have to ask her when she’s ready.” You insisted, then yelping in pain when a rock landed on top of your head. “Ow...”

“Throw one more of those things!” Gally yelled, quickly being interrupted by a rock landing on his head. You tried not to laugh at the comedic timing...

Thankfully, the Med-jacks brought Thomas back from wherever he was and you quickly ran to him. “Go on and talk to her, Greenie.”

“What? Why me?”

“She said your name, Thomas. Out of all the guys here, you’ll be the one she talks to...probably.”

“Not to butt in,” Jeff voiced from beside you, “but she was saying your name in her sleep too.”

“Uh, what?”

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Goodbye.

Sweet Pandemonium - Gally (The Maze Runner) Part 1 of 16

Become so obsessed with this boy recently ughh 😅

(not my gif btw)

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Gally hated change.

Everyone knew this.

So, it wasn’t too surprising that when the first girl in over two years got sent up in the Box, Gally didn’t take it too well.

He thought it would change things drastically. And it did, in a way.

Of course, all the guys in the Glade were fascinated by the human, having no memories of interacting with girls before they got sent up in the Box.

It was overwhelming for you, to say the least. Having all these guys ogle at you just because they were curious. Having no memories was overwhelming obviously, not knowing anything except your name and that you were now trapped in a glorified prison.

It took awhile for you to get used to everything, like everyone else. Alby’s usual stern tone when explaining most things to Greenies softened at your expense, but you didn’t know any better and just thought he was always nice.

It seemed that most of the Gladers tried their best to be overly nice to you. Even Gally tried not to be his usual douche self around you, albeit begrudgingly and not doing a very good job, but to the point where everyone else noticed his forced semi pleasant attitude around you.

Though Gally came to terms with a female being in the Glade eventually, he still went out of his way to avoid you at all costs. He didn’t hate you, per say, but he wasn’t in a hurry to be friends.

Of course, life had a way of screwing with people.

It just so happens that you were pretty good with your hands. So, when it came time to see if you were a Builder, you pretty much excelled in that area, much to Gally’s dismay.

Gally warmed up to you pretty quickly after working together for a week or so. He realized that you followed orders better than any slinthead that was currently working with him. To say he appreciated it would’ve been an understatement.

He still at you for any sliver of incompetence at any given moment.

You found yourself strangely attracted to his fiery personality. The Gladers didn’t really think much of him looks wise, but you thought him to be more handsome than any of the other Gladers.

Despite being a pretty damn good Builder, you still found yourself distracted by the everchanging maze.

It wasn’t like you wanted to be a Runner by any means, you pretty much thought the opposite. Building was definitely your calling, and you were content with the job. But just something about the maze, it almost felt like it was calling to you.

Every night, you’d have these horrible dreams. It was hard to place them whenever you woke up, but you remembered bits and pieces when you tried to think back on them hard enough.

It was strange to remember seeing Gally at one point. You remembered him in some sort of water, looking so scared. You happened to wake up crying after that dream, but thankfully no one seemed to notice, or care to notice.

The most prominent thing you took away from your dreams was one simple phrase that repeated over and over and over again.

“Wicked is good.”

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More to come soooooon 😊

Sweet Pandemonium - Gally (The Maze Runner) Part 7 of 16

Ugh, sorry it’s taken so long to update. I had a lot of trouble writing this, wanting to make it perfect and shit, but nothing’s perfect (taken from the wise words of Hannah Montana) 

But better late than never I suppose. (also, over 4.5K words, jiminy christmas) 

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“Thomas!”

You watched helplessly as Teresa injected Thomas with the serum, him immediately passing out. “He’ll be okay, right?”

“He should be. It worked on Alby.”

“Where is Alby?” You asked, looking around.

“Griever got him...” Jeff answered sadly.

It was a blow for sure. You never truly knew Alby. He never was a close friend, but you respected him for taking the role of the leader. What would happen now that he’s gone?

“Alby’s dead?” Gally asked, walking closer to you and Jeff.

“You heard him, didn’t ya?” Newt snapped.

Gally shook his head with a scowl. “None of this would’ve happened if Thomas weren’t here.”

“Gally, you don’t know that.” You tried to say calmly.

“No, Alby said he worked with them! Thomas is the reason all this shit started happening.” Gally preached to the Gladers, then turned to Teresa and Thomas, who was still unconscious. “He gets banished, tomorrow.”

“Gally!” You tried to stand, having some difficulty with your leg.

“Gally, you can’t-”

“No, Newt!” Gally shouted. “He goes.” You started to panic when a decent amount of Gladers took Gally’s side, all mumbling in agreement. “Thomas goes tomorrow, and anyone else who chooses his side!”

You looked to Teresa cradling Thomas’ head in her lap. You knew she already made her choice. 

“Take them to the Pit.” Gally ordered, a few Builders quickly carrying out the task.

“Gally, you can’t be serious!” You said, hobbling towards him.

“You’re blind if you can’t see that it’s all his fault. Ever since he got here. Ben, Alby, everyone who got attacked tonight...and you. All because he can’t control himself.”

“So you gonna banish me if I take his side then?” You asked, glaring up at him.

Gally chuckled bitterly. “You’re not going to.”

“Oh, yeah? And why is that, huh?”

“Because I said so.”

You kept glaring at Gally until Jeff awkwardly cleared his throat. “If the building is still standing, we gotta get you to the infirmary. I need to clean that wound and the stuff I need is back there.”

“Go on.” Gally said coldly.

You scoffed, but turned around to follow Jeff. “He can’t do this...” You muttered to yourself. 

You winced as Jeff cleaned your wound, it almost stung worse than it did when you first got hurt. He just began to wrap your leg when Newt and Minho entered the room, quickly shooing Jeff out of the room.

They both gave you expectant looks. “What?”

“Y/N, you need to try to get through to Gally.” Newt said, causing you to sigh in frustration.

“Yeah, the shank might actually listen to you.” Minho said.

“I don’t know, guys. We already went at it when he first ordered him to be locked up. You two know how stubborn he is.” You frowned.

“Well, we can’t just do nothing, can we.” Newt huffed.

“I know, I know...” You sighed. “I’ll try again, okay? But what will we do if he doesn’t listen to me?”

Newt and Minho looked to each other in thought. “We’ll talk to Tommy when he wakes up, come up with a plan B.”

“None that hurts Gally...please.”

Minho rolled his eyes, but Newt gave you a sympathetic look. “If you get through to Gally, we won’t have to.”

You huffed, great words of encouragement, Newt...

But you nodded, trying to keep a calm face even though you were terrified of what could happen if you didn’t get through to Gally.

After Jeff patched you up, thankfully, your leg felt a hell of a lot better, but you still had a bit of a limp. But when entering the roughed up Homestead, Gally wasn’t there. You scowled, it’s almost like he knew you were going to try and talk to sense into him.

Trying to find the tall boy proved to be difficult in the dark, but in the distance you could see a tiny light near the gardens. Walking closer to the light, you could make out a figure sitting down on the ground next to the torch.

You frowned when you saw Gally staring blankly at the small foundation that you two built that day, it torn apart, pieces of wood and splinters littering the ground.

Grievers must’ve gotten to it...

“Shouldn’t you be asleep?”

You were startled when Gally spoke, you thought he couldn’t see you. “You’re asking me that?” You quickly recovered.

You heard Gally chuckle weakly, then standing up and turning to face you. “What do you want, Y/N?” He sighed, looking like he was already dreading what you were going to say next.

“You can’t...banish Thomas and Teresa, Gally.” You said, making Gally roll his eyes and exhale an annoyed breath.

“Here we go again...” He shook his head. “You can’t change my mind. Everyone here knows I’m right. Thomas is the cause of all this. And you know it too, the look on your face gives it all away.”

“Gally, the second rule of the Glade is to never harm another Glader. What happened to that, huh?”

Gally smirked, walking closer to you. “Thomas isn’t a Glader. You heard Alby, same as everyone else.”

“Even if he was one of them, he got sent up here, same as us. And you’re forgetting, that I think I know him. What if I was one of them too?”

Gally scowled. “You’re not. Nothing went wrong when you got here, just when Thomas came up.”

You sighed in frustration, the conversation was going nowhere. “Gal, please. Don’t do this.” You begged, feeling unwanted tears welling up in your eyes.

Gally’s face softened, but he gently shook his head. “I’m doing this to protect you, to protect everyone. Everything will go back to the way it was after they leave.”

“What if they don’t? What if things shouldn’t go back to the way it was?”

“Everyone’s in danger with him here. I can’t let anyone else get hurt because of that shank, especially not you.”

“Gally...” You whispered.

“I can’t let you get hurt again, Y/N.” Even in the dark, you could see the oncoming blush that dusted Gally’s face. “I don’t know what I’d do if you died.”

You didn’t have any response. You failed... “There’s nothing I can do to convince you, huh...”

The tears in your eyes finally spilled when Gally reached up to caress your face, it was gentle and he looked at you with a soft gaze, but you couldn’t help but feel it was condescending in a way.

You gently removed Gally’s hand with a frown, you immediately noticed his bruised knuckles. You weakly smiled as you ran your thumb over the bruising. “I’m sorry...” Gally whispered, then pulled his hand away. “You should, uh, get some sleep.”

You nodded and turned away without another word, harshly wiping away your fallen tears.

Newt and Minho’s faces dropped simultaneously as soon as they saw the defeated look on your face. “No luck, then?” Newt frowned.

You shook your head. “I tried...”

Newt nodded his head gently and sighed. “Yeah, well...we’ll figure it out in the morning. Let’s all just...take a breather until then, yeah?”

“Knew that shank wouldn’t change his slinthead mind...” Minho huffed.

“Minho.” Newt snapped slightly. “Let’s all just get some sleep.” He said, gently patting Minho on the shoulder before walking away.

Suffice to say that you didn’t get a great night’s sleep that night, tossing and turning, not being able to calm you nerves enough to relax. Eventually, your heavy eyelids closed and before you knew it, the sun came up.

You started to get up and ready, dreading whatever the day would bring.

The anxiousness that you felt as soon as you woke up intensified as you didn’t see Gally around, and that definitely couldn’t be good. Throughout the day, you kept checking in with Newt, and Thomas was still passed out unfortunately.

You made sure you let him know that you were on their side. You didn’t want Thomas and Teresa to be banished just as much as Newt and Minho.

It was awful, knowing there was nothing you could say to change Gally’s mind. You really hoped whatever plan that was made wouldn’t hurt him, you still cared for him.

As the day neared the time the Maze doors would start to close, you quickly noticed Gally and a few other Gladers walking towards the doors, carrying tall poles of wood.

Oh no, what the hell was he planning?

You quickly went to find Newt, who was at the Slammers with Minho and Chuck. You smiled in relief when you saw Thomas was awake. “Hey, when did you wake up?” Thomas didn’t reply, he just kept staring at the ground, along with Teresa. In fact, everyone at the cell were silent and avoiding eye contact. “Guys?”

Newt quickly cleared his throat. “He woke up not too long ago. We’ve been talking, trying to come up with some sort of plan.”

“Wait.” Thomas interrupted. “Y/N, are you with us?”

“Uh, yeah, of course.” You stuttered.

“I have no idea how this is gonna go today. If Gally gets in our way of leaving...will you still help us?”

“Thomas, if I didn’t want to help you, I wouldn’t be here. I would be over there helping Gally doing whatever the hell he’s doing. Okay?” You sighed.

He nodded, frowning. “We have to try and get through to him.”

“We’ve already tried, well, Y/N has.” Minho scowled.

“Well, we can try again, Minho.” Thomas snapped, then shook his head. “We have to try...”

“Okay, then.” Newt subtly rolled his eyes. “What’s the plan?”

After discussing what all of you would do if you didn’t get through to Gally, you were tasked with helping Chuck load up on supplies. “Do you think we can do this, like, actually get out of this place?” Chuck asked timidly.

You were quiet for a moment. It’s not like you were a pessimist, but you definitely not an optimist. You had no idea what to tell Chuck. “Uh...”

“I get it.” He said, smiling weakly. “I don’t know if it’s even a good idea to have hope anyway...”

You frowned, turning to Chuck and placing a hand on his shoulder. “It’s never wrong to have hope, bud. I’m not going to say we’ll get through this without any trouble, I don’t want to lie to you. But if anyone can get us out of the Maze, it’s Thomas.”

Chuck nodded, forcing another smile. “Thanks, Y/N. You should probably go now. I’ve got this.”

You patted his shoulder and started walking out towards the Maze doors, seeing everyone already gathered around, Teresa being held by a former Runner and Thomas “unconscious.”

“This is such a waste.” You heard Gally say as you walked up.

“Gally.” You spoke up, gaining Gally’s attention. “You don’t have to do this.”

“She’s right. It doesn’t feel right, man.” Winston added, causing you to throw a grateful smile his way.

“Yeah, what if Thomas is right? Maybe he can lead us home.” Jeff said.

“We are home. Okay? I don’t wanna have to cross anymore names off that wall.” Gally said.

“You really think banishing us is gonna solve anything?” Teresa asked, looking around desperately.

“No. But this isn’t a banishing...it’s an offering.”

You furrowed your brows, taking a cautious step towards Gally. “What do you mean?” You tried not to say angrily.

“What?” Teresa said, quickly being tied up to the post by the former Runner. “Wait! Gally, what are you doing?”

“You really think I’m gonna let Thomas back into the Maze after what he’s done? Look around you! Look at our Glade. This is the only way. And when the Grievers get what they came here for, everything goes back to the way it was.”

During Gally’s rant, Newt and Minho nodded to you and at each other, signaling that it was almost time...

“Are you listening to this? Why are you all just standing there, he’s crazy.” Teresa said, immediately eliciting a hush from Gally. “If you stay here, the Grievers are going to come back. They’re gonna come back and they’re gonna keep coming back until you’re all dead.”

“Shut up! Tie him up!” Gally ordered, quickly scowling when his allies hesitated.

“Gally, please! Don’t do this!”

“Shut up, Y/N!” He snapped, then turned back to the two Gladers beside Thomas. “Do you hear me? I said tie him up!”

And then, everything seemed to happen all at once.

Thomas suddenly jumped up and quickly forced away the two Gladers, Newt helping him by knocking one of them out. Teresa kicked the Runner in the nuts, Frypan quickly cutting her loose from her bonds.

Gally went to reach for his machete, but he quickly froze when he felt another blade be placed at his shoulder. He slowly turned to see you on the other side of your own machete, you looking at him with great sadness and disappointment in your eyes.

“You too, huh?” Gally whispered, only loud enough for you to hear.

“I’m sorry...” You whispered back so quietly that you just hoped he could read lips. You slowly walked around Gally to join the little group rallied beside Thomas, standing next to Teresa.

“You’re full of surprises, aren’t you?” Gally directed to Thomas.

“You don’t have to come with us, but we are leaving.” Thomas said, keeping his spear up defensively. “Anyone else who wants to come, now’s your last chance!” He said to the other Gladers behind Gally.

“Don’t listen to him, he’s just trying to scare you.” Gally said.

“No, I’m not trying to scare you, you’re already scared. Alright, I’m scared. But I’d rather risk my life out there then spending the rest of it in here. We don’t belong here. This place isn’t our home. We were put here. We were trapped here. At least out there, we have a choice.” Thomas paused, “We can make it out of here. I know that.”

Slowly, Winston started to cross over, causing Gally to wear a look of shock and disappointment. Then, Jeff crossed over, quietly uttering an apology to Gally as he passed. A few more Gladers joined, only leaving a handful of boys behind Gally.

“It’s over.” Thomas said.

“Gal,” You voiced softly, “come with us. Please.”

Gally looked at you with a soft gaze, you could almost see the inner turmoil in his eyes. His bottom lip trembled slightly, and you thought, just for a second, that he was going to walk to you. But his gaze turned cold once more, tearing his gaze away from you.

“Good luck against the Grievers.” Gally said, his voice wavering.

And with that, everyone on Thomas’ team turned to run into the Maze. But you gave Gally one final look, quietly saying goodbye, until Teresa called out for you. Then you took off after the group.

You tried not to tear up as you followed Thomas and Minho leading the group through the Maze. You couldn’t even have the time to process that you were actually in the Maze for the first time. All the running and focusing on not tripping kept your mind occupied, plus the pain that intensified in your leg made it tough. A part of you wished you stayed behind just so you didn’t have to deal with all this painful running.

Yeah...you were never cut out to be a Runner.

Thomas yelling out encouragements and Teresa making sure to run with you definitely helped out your motivation to keep going. And soon, you were almost there. Passing through large open sections of the Maze, running through the rusty Blades, you were finally there.

Thomas peeked around the corner. “Is there a Griever?” Chuck asked when he saw his almost panicked face.

“Yeah.” Thomas whispered.

“Shit.”

“You take this Chuck, stay behind us.” Minho said, handing over the key.

“It’s okay.” Teresa said reassuringly. “Just stick with me and Y/N.”

“Once we’re through, it’ll activate and the door will open. We stay close. We stick together. We get through this. We get out now, or we die trying.” Thomas encouraged. You only then felt the nerves of what you all were about to do. “Ready?” Thomas asked.

Everyone nodded, shakily preparing their weapons. “Let’s go!” Tomas yelled, quickly running and leading the charge of teenagers to the exit.

You clutched your machete tightly, the Griever immediately noticing everyone and charging at the group. As ugly as ever, you thought.

You stayed by Chuck and Teresa as the boys took the first brunt of the attack. Quickly, the group were down a couple Gladers. The monster bounded forward, spreading it’s long legs. Teresa made swift work of the leg in front of her, slicing it with her machete.

You suddenly saw the key flying through the air, Chuck immediately running after it. “Watch the edge!” You shouted as he ran after the key.

You quickly ran to Chuck in a panic as half of his body was dangling over the edge of the stone bridge, quickly pulling him up with the help of Teresa.

And as the boys pushed the Griever off the edge, another two quickly climbed up over the edge where you were standing with Teresa and Chuck.

You quickly pushed Chuck ahead of you and Teresa, calling out for help. The three of you ran to the door, the key beeping rapidly as the stone walls moved. “It worked!” Chuck cheered.

“Go!” Thomas called out.

You, Teresa, and Chuck ran into the Griever Hole, soon finding out the last exit was shut. “There’s gotta be a way out!”

Suddenly, a red light illuminated the shallow tunnel, a sequence of numbers from one to eight waiting to be placed in a certain order. “There’s a code! Eight numbers!” You yelled to Thomas.

Soon, Minho started calling out a pattern of numbers, Teresa quickly entering them into the screen. “Seven, one, five, two, six, four-”

“Minho!”

You looked on in horror as a Griever suddenly fell from the sky, landing right on top of Minho. You ran out of the Griever Hole, throwing your machete right at the grotesque creature, giving Minho a chance to place his spear in the monster’s mouth as it screeched in pain.

But it was too strong, Jeff lunged forward, stabbing the Griever with his wooden spear, allowing Minho to escape. But at a deadly cost. “Jeff!” You cried as a Griever took hold of Jeff by his abdomen, it’s teeth digging into his flesh and dragging him back.

Newt quickly pulled you back into the Griever Hole, where Teresa was still trying different combinations. Minho quickly gave the last four numbers, and thankfully, it finally worked.

The three stone walls soon closed, crushing all the Grievers. Then, the last door closed, leaving you all in pitch black darkness until the exit door opened. You all entered through the door to find yourselves in a long hallway, lights along the ceiling all lighting up one by one.

The air wasn’t cold, but it was cool enough to give you goosebumps all over your arms. A definite change from all the outside heat you had to endure everyday.

You all looked both ways, and the halls seemed to go on and on. But the group had to choose which way to go, and conveniently, you all walked down the hall enough to see a door.

“Exit.” The sign above the door read.

“Seriously?” Frypan voiced everyone else’s thoughts.

Walking through the door, the group noticed very quickly how everything seemed to be destroyed. Dead bodies were all around, lights broken and flickering, discarded guns laying about, and shattered glass everywhere.

“What happened here?” You thought aloud.

Everyone looked around the place, seeing even more dead bodies, some in armor and some wearing lab coats. All presumably killed by bullet wounds.

“Hello. My name is Dr. Ava Paige.” The group suddenly heard echo around the room, everyone crowded around the computer screen that the message was playing on. “I’m the director of operations of the World Catastrophe Killzone Department.”

W.C.K.D...

“If you’re watching this, that means you’ve successfully completed the Maze trials. I wish I could be there in person to congratulate you,” A sudden blaring siren could be heard from the video. “but circumstances seem to have prevented it.”

Everyone in the background of the video were panicking as the sirens continued to blare.

“I’m sure by now you must all be very confused. Angry. Frightened. I can only assure you that everything that’s happened to you, everything that we’ve done to you, it was all done for a reason. You won’t remember, but the sun has scorched our world. Billions of lives lost to fire, famine, suffering on a global scale. The fallout was unimaginable. What came after was worse. We called it the Flare. A deadly virus that attacks the brain. It is violent. Unpredictable. Incurable. Or so we thought.”

“In time, a new generation emerged that could survive the virus. Suddenly, there was a reason to hope for a cure. But finding it would not be easy. The young would have to be tested, even sacrificed inside harsh environments where their brain activity could be studied. All in an effort to understand what makes them different. What makes you different. You may not realize it, but you’re very important. Unfortunately, your trials have only just begun.”

You furrowed your brows in confusion as multiple people in uniforms piled into the room outside of the doctor’s office, shooting down multiple workers.

“As you’ll no doubt soon discover, not everyone agrees with our methods. Progress is slow, people are scared. It may be too late for us, for me, but not for you. The outside world awaits. Remember. Wicked is good.”

The doctor put a pistol to her head, quickly pulling the trigger as the armored up soldiers began to shoot through the glass windows of her office.

The group surrounding the computer screen all backed away, looking back to the office where a body was laying. You all slowly walked towards it until another blaring siren was heard, two automatic doors suddenly opening.  

The group looked to the tunnel leading out of the room, to the outside world. “Is it over?” Chuck broke the silence.

“She said we’re important...” Newt said. “What’re we supposed to do now?”

“I don’t know...” Thomas whispered. “Let’s just get out of here.”

The group went to walk to the exit, but was suddenly stopped by a familiar voice. “No.”

You gasped when you all turned to see Gally. “Gally?” You foolishly smiled, motioning to walk to him.

“Don’t.” Teresa stopped you, putting a hand on your arm. “He’s been stung.”

You soon noticed that Teresa was right...he was stung. Black and purple veins protruded all over him, just like how Ben was those few days ago. Only difference was, Gally was holding a gun.

You could already feel the tears building up as you saw Gally visibly shaking, his eyes  dark from the Griever venom. “We can’t leave.” Gally said, his hand shaking and tears pooling at his eyes.

“We did. Gally, we’re out. We’re free.” Thomas said calmly, holding up his hands slightly.

“Free?” Gally chuckled bitterly. “You think we’re free out there? No. No, there’s no escape from this place.” He lifted the gun, pointing it at Thomas, tears rolling down his face.

“Gally...” You voiced, Gally looking to you, but you didn’t recognize him as the boy you once knew. “Please, put down the gun. This isn’t you...it’s the Griever venom.” You tried taking a step towards him, but he immediately pointed the gun at you, causing you to hold in a breath.

Teresa quickly pulled you back next to her as Thomas tried speaking to Gally again. “Gally, listen to me. You’re not thinking straight. You’re not. We can help you. Just put down the gun.”

“I belong to the Maze.” Gally sobbed.

“Please, just put down the gun, Gal.”

“We all do.” Gally squeezed the trigger, a single shot ringing out. At the same moment, Minho threw his his spear and it landed right into Gally’s chest.

You screamed as Gally gasped for air, quickly falling to the floor. Not even hesitating as you ran to Gally, kneeling beside his fallen figure. “No, no, no, no, no.” You cried, cradling his face in your hands.

“Y/N...” He choked out, blood seeping out his mouth.

“No, please...” You sobbed, clinging onto his shoulder, desperately looking him over to see if there was any way to help him.

“I’m sorry...” Gally whispered, weakly lifting his hand to caress your cheek.

“No. No. You’re, you’re gonna be okay. You’re gonna be fine.” You attempted to say, your tears causing your voice to waver enough that your words came out mumbled.

By this time, Chuck had already fallen to the floor, him catching the stray bullet that was meant for Thomas. But all you were focused on was the dying boy in your arms.

“I wish...that we had,” Gally coughed, “more time...” The hand on your face dropping to your hand, squeezing gently.

You were too much of a sobbing mess to even form a coherent sentence.

“I wanted to build you that hut...live in it with you one day...”

“Gally...”

“I wish I told you how I felt sooner...” He cried softly as he struggled to breathe.

“Me too...” You managed to voice.

Gally had no more left to say, and he was slowly drifting off. So he did want he had wanted to do ever since you came up in the Box, and there was no venom or force powerful enough to make him forget it.

He brought his hand to the back of your neck, gently pulling you down to make your lips hover above his. Before he fully leaned in to kiss you, he whispered, “I love you.”

You tried not to sob as he kissed you with as much passion as he could. In the back of your mind, knowing this was the first and last time you’d be able to be so intimate with the boy you cared about so dearly.

“Hey, Chuck, come on!” Thomas yelled, finally gaining your attention.

Chuck laid there, unmoving, eyes glossed over, and blood seeping through his shirt.

No...not you too...

“Come on, wake up...” Thomas sobbed. “Damn it! We made it, come on. Goddamn it! Damn it!” He wailed.

Suddenly, the final exit doors opened, causing sunlight to burn through the room. Same looking soldiers running in and quickly ordering the Gladers outside. Three of them having to forcibly remove and drag Thomas out and away from Chuck’s corpse.

You shook your head violently, clutching onto Gally as a couple soldiers made their way over to you. “No! No! Get away!” You hissed.

The soldiers quickly grabbed onto you harshly, pulling you away from Gally. You tried to fight, but the physical and emotional anguish you just endured made you weak. “No, please! We can’t leave him!” You screeched, trying to claw your way back to the boy. “Gally!” You wailed, the boy getting farther away and soon completely out of view as the soldiers ran.

You suddenly felt scorching heat and light blinding your eyesight. Once adjusted, you realized you were in the middle of the desert, being dragged to a helicopter by the soldiers.

You were thrown inside the helicopter, next to a still crying Thomas. Teresa threw her arms around you and pulled you close to her as you tried to stifle your sobs.

Grief quickly changed to confusion and shock as the helicopter lifted into the air, one of the soldiers taking off his helmet to greet the group. “Don’t worry. You’re safe now.”

As the helicopter rose, the group looked out the windows with wide eyes to see the Maze in its entirety. It looked so huge, even from the sky...

“Relax, kids. Everything’s gonna change.”

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Yikes and bites - *Insert a screaming Michael Scott GIF here* 

Haha, the way I totally didn’t tear up writing this...haha not me, nope. Listening to “Gassed” from the Midsommer OST isn’t good for me. So, I’m skipping the Scorch Trials cause I just don’t wanna do it. Hopefully the timeskip I’m planning won’t be too jarring for readers. Fingers crossed. Until then...

Having Fun While Phrogging - Alec (I See You 2019) 18+

I’m so nervous about this election dude, so I wrote this to help ease my nerves I guess. Warning: Smut at the end

NSFW...DON”T JUDGE ME>

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Phrogging was exhilarating, for obvious reasons. The thrill of breaking into a house at the perfect time, living in someone else’s house right under their nose...the thrill of possibly being caught.

While it was a hobby that keep you on your toes constantly, it was also a way of life for some people. Specially you.

You had been couch hopping for a few months before finding out about phrogging. You instantly fell in love with the idea. It definitely was more appealing than being a burden to some friend’s couch.

It didn’t take you long to get the hang of it. You had a pattern: find a rich person’s house, break in when they weren’t home, and stay for a few days before finding the next house. Pretty simple plan.

You were pretty much homeless, thus the phrogging. Your friend Alec was pretty much the only person that ever invited you to live with him so you didn’t have to couch hop, but again, you didn’t want to be a burden.

Once he heard that you engaged in phrogging, he wanted in. He wanted in so bad, and you had no idea why he’d want to even try the lifestyle.

He hounded you so much, and frankly, it was fucking annoying. So you obliged for once and just let him tag along for the ride. Just once.

But Alec had a condition. You had to laugh. HE had a condition? For fuck’s sake.

Alec wanted to choose the house.

You admitted that you was kinda tried of choosing which houses to temporarily live in. So, you were fine with it.

Alec chose the Harper’s.

To be honest, you hated the Harper’s. They were stuck up, so rich they didn’t know what to do with their money. Spending it all on bullshit, keeping it all to themselves. You never even heard and saw them to anything for charity in their miserable lives. Oh yeah, and the husband gave you the creeps.

You didn’t want to live at the Harper’s, even for a few days. Mostly because you were afraid of trashing the place, and that wasn’t how phrogging worked. But, oh well.

The thrill welled up quickly inside you as you waited for Mrs. Harper’s car to pull out of the driveway.

You and Alec quickly ran to the house, entering through the closing garage door. A pretty clean execution.

“Whoa, we did it!” Alec grinned at you widely.

“Yeah, we did.” You laughed breathlessly. “Well, shall we explore our new home?” You smirked.

You and Alec entered the house out of the garage, it was huge and absolutely gorgeous. “Jesus Christ, these people are fucking loaded.”

“No shit.” Alec sneered.

You walked to the large windows that took up almost half the wall, looking out to the ocean. “Look at the view! That’s so nice.” You awed.

“They don’t deserve this.” Alec mumbled, but you overheard and chuckled.

You and Alec parted ways to explore your temporary home, ascending the stairs to see just how nice the bedrooms probably were.

You furrowed your brows when you saw just how many pictures this family hung on their walls. It was off putting, mostly because your parents never did that kind of thing. Like, ever.

“Hey.”

“Ah!” You yelled, seeing Alec behind you. “You scared me!”

“Not my fault you were staring off into space. Why were you looking at these creepy photos anyways?”

You shrugged, laughing it off nervously. “I don’t know. It’s just odd.”

Alec grinned. “Right?”

The house just seemed to keep going and going, you were sure you’d get lost in a house this big. You went to the right, Alec going off by himself. You climbed yet another set of stairs, entering a bedroom. You chuckled as you saw the bed. It looked like it hadn’t been slept in for years.

You took a look around the room, seeing a little door. You opened it to see a storage/attic area. Perfect...

“Alec! I think I found our room!” You called out, walking down to find Alec already walking up the stairs. “Guest room.” You giggled, throwing yourself on the bed.

As soon as your body made contact, a layer of dust seemed to bounce off. You coughed, then chuckled at the situation. “The sheets are covered in a layer of dust!” You laughed.

“Didn’t you say we had to sleep somewhere out of sight?” Alec asked.

“Oh, yeah!” You stood up from the bed, skipping over the that little door. “At night, we shall sleep in here.” You said in an atrocious fake British accent, and opened the door.

Alec cringed at the accent, but entered the attic anyway. He looked around and sighed. “You gotta be fucking kidding me.”

You grinned. “Nope.” You frowned when you felt your stomach growl, Alec sent a questioning look your way. “Mm, I’m hungry.”

You descending the stairs and made your way to the kitchen without another word. You didn’t bother to look if Alec was following you, your body needed sustenance asap.

After making a bowl of cereal, you went back upstairs but seeing Alec was nowhere to be found. You shrugged it off, as at this time of day, it was safe to walk around without fear of getting caught. You just hoped he wouldn’t break anything.

You sat with your back to the door, eating your food and invested in some magazine that had been laying on the nightstand. You didn’t even notice Alec walking up the stairs.

You screamed when Alec yelled in your ear and shaking your shoulders. You turned and almost screamed again when you saw the creepy ass mask he was wearing. “What the hell is wrong with you?! Stop scaring me!” You whined, trying to slow your heartbeat down.

Alec wore a shit eating grin when he took off the mask, clearly amused by your panic. “Sorry.” He laughed, clearly not sorry. “You were just so distracted and it was the perfect opportunity!”

You rolled your eyes, trying to hide a smile as you would’ve done the same thing if given a chance. “Okay, okay...it was a little funny.”

Alec smiled and poked your cheek. “Right?”

You pushed Alec slightly, trying to hide the rosiness of your cheeks. “Just don’t do it again, okay?”

Alec placed his hand over his heart in fake offence. “I would do no such thing!”

You simply just smiled in response, causing Alec to smile back at you.

For a moment, you and Alec just stayed there, softly smiling at each other. You couldn’t help but glance down at his lips a few times, causing Alec to smirk and lean closer to you. “You know,” Alec started, “I’m sure things will get quite boring staying here all day with nothing to do.”

“Oh, yeah? Well, I heard that only boring people get bored.”

“Oh, so you think I’m boring?” Alec grinned.

“Absolutely.” You teased playfully.

You gasped as Alec pinned you to the bed, him hovering over you. “I’ll just have to fix that, won’t I?”

You tried not to squirm as Alec traced his long slender fingers down your torso, making their way to the hem of your shirt and lifting it up gently. His cold fingers made you shiver, but it was nice. “You’re always so cold.” You giggled.

“Don’t worry, they’ll get warmed up soon.”

Alec leaned down, gently placing his lips on top of yours as he grazed your bra covered breast. You moaned quietly as he squeezed the fatty flesh, caressing your face gently as he continued moving his lips against yours.

You tried to relax, trying not to think about the possibility of getting caught by the owners of the home. But hey, that’s part of the fun right?

You helped Alec remove your shirt, revealing your black bra. You smirked when you saw him lick his lips at the sight of you, making you feel confident about your endowment. You lifted yourself off the bed slightly and unclipped your bra. Alec immediately taking a nipple into his mouth as soon as the under clothing was off.

Alec’s mouth made you sigh in pleasure, making your head spin as he bit you and pulled lightly.

Everything was happening so fast that you didn’t even realize the hand that was traveling down and into your jeans. You gasped as Alec gently rubbed your most sensitive spot, him smirking down at you as you squirmed in pleasure.

“You like that, huh?” He teased, you only gave him a hurried nod. “Sorry, what was that? I didn’t hear you.”

“Yes, Alec! I love it.” You cried out, not wanting him to stop.

Alec leaned down to passionately kiss you again, and you could feel him proudly smirking against you.

You sighed as Alec pushed one of his long fingers inside you, curling his fingers and hitting the right place. You moaned loudly as he pushed in and out of you, rubbing your clit at the same time with his thumb at a vigorous pace.

You gripped his bicep roughly, feeling that you needed to hold on to something as you felt yourself quickly climbing to your peak. “Fuck, Alec-” You whined, involuntarily thrusting up against his hand as the pleasure became insanely intense. “Please, don’t stop.”

Alec smiled softly as you wrapped your arms around his shoulders, grasping at his long dirty blonde hair. He watched your face intently, seeing how your eyebrows furrowed together, how you bit your lip harshly, and feeling you cling onto him like you never wanted to let him go.

Alec sped up his pace even faster, making you moan loudly as you felt your climax building and building fast due to his talented fingers.

“Alec, I’m gonna- fuck!” You cried, your eyes tearing up as intense burning heat flowed throughout your entire body. Your legs shaking as the waves of your orgasm hit you in a tidal wave of ecstasy.

Alec pulled his fingers away to not overstimulate you, him bringing up his other hand to push away some of your hair that had gotten in your face.

You goofily smiled up at him, your eyes glazed over from the intensity. You were about to lean up to kiss him, but you both suddenly heard a door slam.

You both jumped up out of the bed, quickly grabbing your discarded clothes and hiding in your designated base. A few minutes later, you finally let out a sigh in relief, thankful you didn’t get caught.

You quickly put your bra and shirt back on, eliciting a whine from Alec. “What?” You grinned.

Alec shrugged and pouted. “I didn’t even get to fuck you.”

You smiled bashfully. “Don’t worry, we have all the time in the world.”

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Tbh I felt like I had to add a GIF cause some people might confuse this Alec with another Alec from Shadowhunters (?? never saw the show so) I don’t know if I’ll add GIFs to future posts tho, maybe I will

Best Friends - Julian Spitzer (Mrs. Fletcher)

So, I watched Mrs. Fletcher recently...and omg Julian is the absolute cutest soft boy ever. I lob him bery much.

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Julian and I met in high school. We were both somewhat of outcasts and had a lot of the same bullies, so we had a lot to bond over.

Besides sharing Brendon Fletcher as our main bully, we also got along really well and had even more things in common. Same interests in music and moral and such.

The first time we met was actually when he was getting pushed around by Brendon. I saw this and intervened. I wasn’t that picked on before that, but I pissed off Brendon and damaged his fragile male ego. So in turn, I got bullied a lot more.

Julian felt bad about it, so he tried to ignore me so that I wouldn’t get bullied by association. It just made me want to be his friend even more.

Over time, we kept each other’s backs every time we got harassed. Julian didn’t really have much of a choice to not be my friend at that point. But in the end, we bonded really well and he was glad he had someone to rely on.

Now that high school was over, it was a big stress reliever for both of us. We both decided to go to community college. Julian was very intelligent and I believed he could get into any Ivy League he wanted, but he was too scarred by high school to do so.

In my case however, I didn’t really have a great GPA due to some...depressive states during school. So, community college was really my only option, but I didn’t mind it all that much. At least I got to be with Julian.

Julian and I pretty much had all the same general education classes, which made us both happy. But we were able to choose an extra curricular course, that was the only class we differed from. He chose some writing class and I chose theatre.

I teased Julian that he could totally fit the role of theatre kid, but he wanted to write more. I just had to suck it up, we couldn’t be together 24/7...unfortunately.

Being so protective of each other, I kind of developed a major crush on him over the years. It was problematic at times. I made sure Julian stayed oblivious though, I didn’t want to ruin our friendship.

For some reason, Julian and I were at a party. An off to college type party. Surprisingly, Julian was the one who suggested it, to which I laughed until I realized he was serious.

I was absentmindedly circling the brim of my red solo cup filled with cheap, bitter beer. I wasn’t really a drinker, but I felt I had to be just a little bit buzzed to survive this party full of former jocks.

I didn’t really listen as Julian was keeping up a pleasant conversation with a couple people, feeling my apathy starting to act up.

I gasped when I felt the lukewarm beer splash in my face. I turned to see Brendon guffawing with his friends, finding it so hilarious that he kept throwing pieces of candy at me.

“What the fuck?” Julian shouted when he felt candy being thrown at him as well.

Brendon suddenly smiled wide. “Spitzer! Y/L/N!” He kept throwing candy at us. “That one was an accident, actually. Hold on.” He threw more.

“Oh, no. I’m being attacked by a cool guy with...candy.” Julian said, making you giggle the huff when you kept getting hit by the hardened sugar.

“Couldn’t you just bully us online? It’s like, what people do now.” Julian said.

Brendon smirked and walked up to us, throwing a wink my way. “Way more fun in person.”

I felt my blood boil just by looking at his face. “You’re gonna get to college and everybody’s gonna see exactly what you are, you know that right?” I spat, Julian looking at me proudly.

Brendon had a somewhat confused expression on his face, but chuckled. “That is some deep stuff, Y/N. Real deep.”

I rolled my eyes and turned to Julian. “Let’s just get out of here.” I said, taking his hand, but Brendon stopped us.

“Don’t, wait. Sorry, okay? Like...I feel like I was a dick to you, both of you. All though high school.” Brendon said.

I scoffed, remembering all the horrible shit he did to both of us. “Yeah?” Julian said.

“Uh, I didn’t mean anything by it. I’m sorry, okay?”

“Then why the hell were you even like that, huh?” I fussed at him.

Brendon avoided our eyes and looked down. “Ah, is that your phone?” He asked Julian.

“Uh, yeah?”

“Why don’t we end on a good note, take a picture.” Brendon forcefully grabbed Julian’s phone. “Let’s take a selfie, yeah?” He started to grab both of us, bringing us closer to his body.

Julian and I both struggled against the jock’s grip. I let out a frustrated huff when I felt Brendon’s hand grope my tit slightly. I knew it probably wasn’t an accident...asshole.

Brendon lifted up the phone and flipped the camera to selfie mode. “High school forever!” He said in a high pitched tone and snapped the picture, the product being blurry due to our struggle.

The douche finally let us both go. “Can I have my phone back now?” Julian asked annoyed.

“Yeah, of course.” Brendon said, dunking the phone into my red solo cup.

“Fucking asshole!” Julian yelled, immediately taking his now beer covered phone out of the cup. “Fuck.”

“You need some rice.” Brendon teased and walked away.

I huffed angrily, storming up to Brendon despite Julian’s protests. I tapped on his shoulder harshly and he turned around, wearing a smug smirk. “Eat shit, asshole.” I said, thrusting my cup up to his face.

Brendon’s face was drenched in beer, and my cup was now empty. He wiped the beer from his eyes and looked at me with a glare, raising his fist.

I closed my eyes, waiting for the painful impact, hearing the thud of colliding skin. But I didn’t feel any pain.

I turned to see Julian with a now bruised cheek. “Cunt.” Brendon spat as he passed me.

I quickly went to Julian, who was smiling slightly, showing his slightly blood coated teeth. “I’m so sorry, Julian.” I tried not to cry.

Julian shook his head. “Don’t be. Let’s just get out of here, like you said.”

I nodded, taking Julian’s hand once more and leading him out of the packed house and to my car. “Fucking limped dick asshole, piece of shit...” I continued mumbling profanities as I gripped my steering wheel tightly, making my knuckles turn white.

From the corner of my eye, I saw Julian looking at me with an eyebrow raised. “You good?” He asked nervously.

I huffed. “Yep. Perfect.”

“Uh...sure you are.”

“Brendon is such an asshole!” I raised my voice, making Julian flinch. “...sorry.”

The rest of the drive to Julian’s house was silent, not an uncomfortable silence but not comfortable either. “I’m sorry about tonight, Jules.” I whispered.

Julian smiled weakly, rubbing my shoulder gently. “At least he punched me and not you.” He said, making me blush. Thankfully, the headlights of the car didn’t illuminate my face that much.

“So, see you at school?” I smile at him.

Julian grinned and nodded. “I will.”

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The next couple days were a blur, just preparing for the first week of college classes. I was excited, mostly for the hopefully pleasant experience of meeting nice people and helpful professors.

And of course, seeing Julian.

I wanted to carpool with him, but he insisted on taking his skateboard everywhere during the day. Thankfully, he was going to allow me to drive him to his only night class.

I walked down the decently busy halls of one of the many college buildings on campus in search of my first class of the day. Having a little pep in my step as I finally found the right hallway.

I grinned when I saw Julian standing outside the classroom, playing on his phone. “Well, hi there, classmate!” I smiled, causing Julian to jump at my sudden greeting.

“Hey.” He smiled back, reaching his hand out. “Nice to meet you!” I rolled my eyes and shook his hand, deciding to play along. “You look very familiar. Do I know you from somewhere?” He joked.

“Shut up.” I laughed, pushing his shoulder.

“Well, shall we?” Julian motioned to the almost empty classroom.

“We shall.”

And a day full classes later, I could finally relax in my car listening to music with Julian. “I didn’t think it would be so exhausting walking everywhere. The classes weren’t bad since it was just going over the syllabus, but the walking...” I huffed.

Julian chuckled. “Yeah, the walking around we’ll have to get used to.”

I turned to face Julian. “So, excited for this night class?”

Julian nodded. “Totally. Since it’s an extra curricular, I’ll probably enjoy it more.”

“Well, I’ll pick you up later then?” I asked.

“Yep.” He said, opening up the passenger side door. “Don’t be late, please.”

“Me? Late? Never?” I giggled.

As I entered my home, I thought about about taking a nap. But then if I did, I knew I’d sleep in late. Getting homework done early it is.

A few more hours pass and it was probably time to pick up Julian. I got back in my car and drove to his place, to see him already sitting on his porch. “Wow, you’re on time.” He teased.

“Oh, hush. I know how much you hate being late to things.”

“You’re so thoughtful.” He smiled, buckling his seatbelts.

“Have fun.” I told him as he got out of the car when we got to the college parking lot.

“I’ll try.” He smiled again, closing the door and heading inside the building.

I decided to go to a Starbucks to pass the time, since the class was only half an hour. I also didn’t feel like going home, plus it’ll save gas.

I looked at my phone to check the time. Eh, I could probably head back over just in case the class gets out early. It didn’t, but I waited in the parking lot anyway. Just playing on my phone, trying to distract myself. It caused me to jump when the passenger side door opened suddenly. “Oh! It’s just you.” I laughed.

Julian got in the car with a bashful smile. “It me.” He giggled.

“What’s got you all smiley?” I asked.

“Uh...” He started, “There was this...gorgeous woman in my class.”

My curious smile quickly fell, turning into a slight frown. “Oh, really?” I tried to sound happy.

“It’s uh, Mrs. Fletcher.”

The awkward silence was suddenly filled by my obnoxious laughter, making Julian frown. “Brendon’s mom? Isn’t she like, 50?”

“I don’t know...” Julian mumbled.

“Julian, you can’t be serious. Right?” Julian said nothing, thus making a silent confirmation that he was being serious. “Oh...” I frowned, suddenly feeling an ache in my chest. “Well...I’m happy for you then.”

...I guess.

As if it couldn’t get any worse, Julian would go on and on about this Mrs. Fletcher every day. Which was annoying since I was with him almost every day. It took a lot for me to not yell at him to shut up, but wouldn’t do that to him...I hope.

It hurt a lot, knowing that Julian was into another girl...well, woman. All the times he talked about her, I wished it was about me instead.

It made me feel selfish for feeling that way. Mrs. Fletcher was probably a nice woman, compared to her son at least. But I keep thinking of ways to murd- “Y/N?”

I was snapped out of my thoughts by Julian. “Sorry, what?” I asked.

“You weren’t here.” He said, looking concerned.

I smiled weakly. “I’m here. I’m here.”

Julian didn’t look convinced, but shook his head. “Well, as I was saying, Eve isn’t 50. She’s 45. But she looks like she’s in her goddamn 20′s.”

“She’s probably made of plastic...” I mumbled out accidently.

“Hey!” Julian shouted, laughing off his slight offense.

“Sorry. It’s just...we’re supposed to be studying.” I sigh.

Julian held up his hands up in fake surrender. “You’re right. You’re right.” He looked back to his notes. “But one more thing-”

“Oh my god, Julian! I don’t wanna hear about Mrs. Fletcher and her perfect personality, perfect body, and her perfect everything! I’m fucking sick of hearing you go on and on about how much you like her and how you feel a connection!”

Julian looked at me with a shocked and hurt expression, making me sigh and rub my hands over my face. “Why?” He asked quietly.

“I...” I stuttered, sighing and standing up from the bed to gather up all my textbooks, quickly leaving his room before he even got a chance to ask why I was leaving.

I heard Julian run after me, but I made it to the door, promptly tripping over my own feet before I even made it to my car. My textbooks flew everywhere as I rolled over on my back with a groan, mostly hurt from embarrassment.

“Y/N! Are you okay?” Julian quickly ran and kneeled beside me. “Please, tell me you’re okay.”

I sighed. “Yeah...yeah, I’m okay.” I sat up to meet Julian’s concerned puppy dog eyes.

“Why did you just leave like that, huh? What’s the matter with you?”

I closed my eyes, not wanting to pour out all my hidden feelings for this pretty boy. But I knew he wasn’t going to let me ignore him. “I like you, okay?” I said suddenly. “I hate listening to you talk about Eve cause I’m jealous. I want you to feel that way about me, not some woman who’s more than twice your age.

Julian stayed silent, making me sigh. “I do want you to be happy, Jules. And if that’s with Eve then...I just have to learn to accept it.” I paused. “I should go.” I whispered, lifting myself off the concrete.

Julian stayed crouched to the ground as I gathered my fallen textbooks and opened my car door to toss them in the backseat. “Y/N, wait.” I heard Julian say from behind me.

I reluctantly turned around to face him. “What is it, Jul-”

I was cut off by Julian placing his lips onto mine. My eyes widened, shocked about what was taking place. Julian pulled away, too fast.

“I’ve like you for such a long time, Y/N. Ever since you saved me from Brendon three years ago. I was into Eve because...well, I didn’t think you felt that way about me.”

My mouth hung open in shock, not knowing what to say. “I had no idea you felt that way about me either...obviously.” I chuckled nervously.

Julian smiled, tenderly rubbing my cheek with his thumb. He leaned in again, but I pulled back. “What about Eve?” I asked.

“I don’t care about her anymore. You’ve always been my number one.”

I smiled and blushed. We both leaned in at the same time, our lips colliding in a passionate kiss that was now filled with understanding and longing.

It took a lot of willpower to pull away from Julian, wanting to stay like this forever. “So, do you wanna be my boyfriend?” I asked timidly.

“Absolutely...girlfriend.”

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A bit of a stray from my previous post, jesus 😅