To Run with the Grievers (Rewriting)

Chapter 4- They always

The next day I was chilling in the Deadheads with Chuck talking about random things.

Chuck is such a cool kid, the only problem is that he never shuts up.

We have been sitting here for ages and only now the silence begs to be heard.

We sit staring up the sky. It's blue cloudless beauty.
When Chuck decides he has more to say.

"What's it like..?" He begins. "Living in the Maze..."

I turn to face him. I have never actually thought about it. I always seem distant when it comes to the topics of a home.

"Just like the Glade I guess. But no responsibilities. No one to boss you around. You can walk freely and not have a care in the world. Except getting caught by the runners" I nod along with the last sentence.

"But what about the Grievers?" Chuck asks as he slowly turns to me and looks into my multi-coloured eyes.

"They don't harm me. I can just walk past the buggers and it's like I was never there. The other day when Minho, Thomas and Newt first saw me, they chased me into a dead end. I managed to get pass 'em but Minho tackled me to the ground. That's when the Griever came. It's weird though. The mainly come out at night. Anyway I managed to get Minho off me just as the Griever charged. I stood in front of the boys before putting out a hand and yelling 'STOP'. Had no idea what I was doing at the time. It just happened. The Griever stopped, whimpered and rolled away"

Chuck was staring at me in awe.

"Holy Klunk" he whispers causing me to giggle. He smiles widely before we both return our gazes to the sky. Breathing in the forest smell.

Chuck told me some of his stories. Quite funny actually.

One of them was how he rattled the toilet when there was someone in it. Lets just say it wasn't pretty. I laughed so hard on that one.

Another was when Chuck stole all the bacon, hiding it and putting a live piglet on the table instead. Frypan was in on it and the Gladers were so confused. Chuck ended up having to clean the dishes as punishment for a late lunch.

"They talk about you a lot ya know?" He smiles up towards me.

"Who?" I say blankly.

"Newt, Minho and Thomas..."

I laugh. "Oh..."

"Yeah, Alby think they 'ave gone mental and are seeing things so now they talk about it when no one is around"

I nod at his statement. "Well what do they say?"

"How gorgeous you are. How they want to see you again. How they wonder how you can survive out there. How they think you are doing and what they think you are doin' at that moment..." He says listing them off on his fingers.

I laugh again.

"That's kinda cool" I giggle.

"What? Having guys talk about you all the time?"

"Well yeah. I'm pretty sure there are other girls out there dying to be in my position right now".

"They always talk about you..."

"All of them?"

"Well mainly Mihno and Newt. Thomas is always in a daze and occasionally nods along to what the guys are sayin'"

I wonder what he is thinking about...

"What about you?" I ask him, now turning to face him.

"Huh?"

"How is it living in the Glade?"

Curiosity got the best of me. I have been trying not to ask this question and see for myself but it is harder than it is made out to be.

"It's hard I guess. I mean it's home but it took me a lot just to call it that. So many rules and stuff. No fun. I guess living in the Maze seems better than in this dump." He says quietly. I smile weakly at him.

"I would take you with me but you would get in trouble with Alby not to mention Newt, Minho and Thomas. You have too many friends here. Too many people that rely on you. I know it may not seem it but you do. You have a lot of people that care 'bout ya. Including little old me". I giggle and he grins the biggest smile I have ever seen.

"Adelaide, I have all these brothers here in the Glade but I ain't got a sister-"

"Yes Chuck, I will be you sister" I snigger and wrap my arms around his shoulder, pulling him in for a bear hug.

He doesn't hesitate to hug back and we sit there for what seems like an eternity.

"Wanna go tell the boys?"

Chuck's POV

I run out of the forest saying one last goodbye to Adelaide then making my way to where the three boys are sitting and eating lunch.

"Hey Chuck where were you?" Thomas asks while shoving a piece of bacon down his throat.

"So you talk to him and not us?" Minho snaps playfully and slaps a hand on his chest in mock hurt.

I roll my eyes. "He has a point in doing it Minho. You never shut up about Adelaide"

Minho glares at me. "It ain't just me slinthead"

"Right, right, sorry, sorry". I drop down in the spare seat next to Thomas and start digging in the bacon and eggs the guys saved for me.

"So..." Newt says and I look up from my feast to look at him.

All the boys are staring at me with blank expressions. Except for Thomas who is also pigging out.

"Hmm?" I say against my mouth full of food, causing bacon to fly all over Newt.

I giggle as he frantically tries to get them all off before glaring daggers at me.

"Where were you today Chuck?" Minho asks ignoring Newt.

"I was in the Deadheads-"

"Why?" Minho says and the boys frown at me.

"I was getting there..." I glare at him before clearing my throat. "I was talking to Adelaide and guess what!?"

The boys look at me excitedly. Except for Thomas who is still stuffing his face.

"She is my sister!" I cheer and Newt spits out his water, Minho chokes on his own saliva and Thomas, well he is still being a pig.

Cannibal.

"Ok, ok, let me explain. Here at the Glade we are all boys right? And I classify all guys here as my brothers even if they aren't so I thought 'why not ask Adelaide to be my sister' and she said... Yes!"

I jump up of the table while doing a victory dance.

"So is she still here?"

Yes.

"Nope she went back. Said she had to do something"

I know it's not good to lie but they will hog herrrrr.

I love Adelaide and I don't want these guys takin' her away for their desperate hormones or love life.

She is my sister after all.