Ignite the Flare (Sequel to "Unexpected Love")

YOUR P.O.V

I walk back to compound, still a little shaken. We would be able to escape? I was so amazed, that I didn't notice Brett walking up behind me. "Hi." he says. He raps his arms around my shoulders from behind. He had been one of the first to be cured, and he seemed like even more like a normal 17 year old. "Hi there." I say back. I take him in, observing what he looked like as a non-crank. He had black hair, and he was tall. He had dark eyes, so dark in fact that his pupils were almost the same colour as his eye. He was rather well built, but not as much as Minho. "How are you?" Brett asks. I smile. "I'm good. Just helped out Mary." I respond. He flashes a smile. Then he turns all shy and he puts his hand on his neck. "I-um-I wanted to say thank you. You know, for curing me." he says. I smile at him. "It was nothing. Thanks for not killing us while we slept." I say. We laugh. "Don't worry. It was nothing. As for killing you, I wouldn't dream of it. Even as an insanely crazy crank." he says. I laugh, but his face stays serious. He leans in, and I'm too afraid to move. I notice that his scent, and how it doesn't smell like it used to. He pushes his lips against mine, and puts his hands on my lower back. I realise how strong he is, and I know I won't be able to pull away. I try anyway, and pull away as hard as I can, but his lips stay pressed to mine. I frown, and put my hands on his chest while pushing. "WHAT THE SHUCK?? WHY DOES THIS KEEP HAPPENING??" I hear Minho screaming. He runs up and pulls me away from Brett's faltered grip. He punches Brett right in the nose, and I see the blood run down his face. Brett's usually laid back face suddenly turns rage-filled. They leap at each other, and they end up on the ground. "GUYS! STOP!" I yell, but they ignore me. By now, a lot of people have gathered around. The rest of the gladers show up, and their eyes widen in shock. "Help me!" I say. The nod and jump in. Fry and Thomas grab Brett, and Winston and I grab Minho. Newt stands in the middle and tries to make some space in between them. "Stop!" He yells. They finally calm down a little, and Brett stalks off into some other corner. Minho runs to our tent, and I follow. 

"Minho." I yell. Wow. The Deja Vu. I laugh to myself, remembering how I just did this with Thomas. I see Minho shaking, facing away from me in the tent. "Minho?" I whisper. "Why the shuck does this keep happening? Why is everyone all over you? Why is everyone freaking lip raping you?" He yells. Lip raping. I silently laugh to myself again. Funny wording Minho. I sit down next to him and lean my head on his shoulder. "Minho. That stuff doesn't matter." I whisper. I look up at him and put a hand on his cheek, so that he looks at me. I look him in his dreamy eyes, and we stare into each others eyes (as clishe as that sounds). "I will alway love you, Minho. You are the one, and nobody could ever replace you." I murmur. He leans in and kisses me. Unlike the kiss I shared (or was forced to share) with Brett or Newt, this felt right. This felt sweet and warm. I rap my arms around his neck, and he grabs my waist. I am on his lap now, and we are kissing passionately. We pull away at the same time, gasping for air. "I love you." he murmurs. I smile. "I love you too." I whisper. He leans his forehead on mine, and we just sit in comfortable silence, just appreciating each other.