Minho-Newt||The Maze Runner

(Hi, thanks again for reading this, means a lot. These characters are not mine, they belong to James Dashner.)

"Tis klnk isf sop goodn wen mour smaring, yah goinng tooo eat mours?" Minho sits there, his mouth full of food as he talks, gravy sliding down to corners of his mouth.
Disgusting.

"What? Didn't bloody catch that mate! Has anyone taught you not to eat with your mouth full," I gag, covering my mouth with my hand, trying not to look at Minho.

There is almost no one left around us, most people left after Gally, of course his little gang followed suit, eyeing Minho as they left. I knew this wouldn't go unnoticed. Stupid shuck-face.

"Sorry," he swollows the remaining food in his mouth, then takes a gulp from his cup. " what I said shank was, 'This......klunk....... is....... sooooo...... good...... when....... your......starving,......you......going.......to.......eat.....yourssss?' Is that clear enough for you?" He smirks once again, placing his cup back on the table, eyeing up my plate.

"Ha. Ha. I'm not five Minho," I growl, frustrated. "but, boody hell your annoying!"
"Aww thanksss, dude." He replies with light sarcasm in his voice, his eyes still darting back and forth from my plate.

"Ah, fine, you have it; you sure you can eat that much?" I ask, pointing down at my almost full plate. His eyes go wide, one hand moves one to his hip.

"Of course. I'm not five Newt!" He jokes, trying his best to copy me, to be honest, I'm appalled at how bad his British accent is.
"Slim it, that was bloody awful, don't do that again. Ever."

He licks his lips before pushing his plate out in front of him, taking mine with his other hand.
"Well pardon me," he squeaks, sounding like a posh brat. "it's not my fault if your so easy to take the klunk out of; with your weird accent and words."

"Well pardon me," I giggle, trying to copy his rubbish verson of me. "it's not my fault if I'm unique and amazing, but your not."

"Good that. I'm not shucking agreeing that your amazing, just the unique part. No ones as amazing as me, dude."

"No, nobody would agree with that, do you Chuck?" I turn to my right to find no one there, where the shuck did he go. And when? I then look all around us again, not one Glader in site. Minho's a slow eater.

"Oh, he went ages ago, forgot to say." Minho replies from behind me, a little muffed by food.

(A/N- thanks again for reading, sorry that was rubbish :/. Please vote if you liked it, tell ya friends! :) thanks.)