Minho-Newt||The Maze Runner

(A/N- Hi, should I add Thomas into this, or should it still stay before he comes?? Please let me know!!! Please. Thanks again for reading this, means a lot. These characters are not my own, they belong to James Dashner)

"Do I smell better now, shank?" Minho says, as he sits down next to me, an overfull plate of Frypans food in one hand.

"Yes, ya do. Got enough there?" I say, gawking at his load.

"What? I'm very hungry. Running is hard work ya know!"

"Good that, but Frypan let you have that much?" I put my knife and fork down, reaching for the glass of water which is placed in front of me.

"Sure did. I'm guessing he just thinks im dead amazing;" he says, flicking his non-existing hair over his shoulder. "the thought I needed more food than the rest of you." He coughs, trying to cover up a laugh.

That bloody shuck-face, such a liar, no one would believe that.

"Really? He just let you have some more?" A small voice asks from behind us. Chuck. Obviously. I turn around and look at the boy.

"No Chuck, he's bloody lyin'. Frypan would never give more, even if they are 'amazin'" I say, using my fingers to quote the word "amazing". I look back at Minho, food all over his mouth.

"Minho," I start, he looks at me, his fork still in his gob. "enlightened us, where did ya actually get all that shuck food?" He coughs; finishes his mouthful, then takes a sip of his water.

"From Frypan, like I said."

"Your lyin', I can see it in your bloody eyes." I say, pointing a finger at him.

He smiles, well smirks, and turns towards Chuck, then looks at me.
"Okay children; to tell the truth, I kinda took Gallys. He wasn't lookin' so I just took his plate and put it on mine, he wasn't eatin' it."

"What!! Why'd you bloody take his you shuck-face? If he finds out, your in deep Klunk."

"I know dude, but he ain't going to find out!" I scowl at him, why the actual shuck did he do that? He know Gallys has been on edge ever since the changing. Bloody hell.

"How's he not gunna to find out then?" I say, taking another sip of my drink.
"Because, my friend, he has already left his seat." As Minho says this, Gally walks out.

Oh, okay then.

"Weird." I say, scratching my head. "Share then." I say, snatching his plate, I feel the bench lower a bit and see chuck sit next to me. "Only if you share with me." Then he pulls the plate from me and puts it in front of him.

"Hell no dudes, I earned this. Gimme, Chuckie, please?" Minho's eyes widen and his bottom lip starts to quiver.

What a bloody slinthead!

"Not fallin' for that, dude, are we Newt?" I look at Chuck, then back at Minho. "Nope mate, not a bloody drop."
We both smirk at him.

(A/N- thanks again for reading this, sorry it wasn't that good! Please Vote/comment, it means a lot! Thanks!)