The Maze Runner Imagines

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 "Hey...Minho...psst." Y/N seemed to sprout out of nowhere, just like she always did.

Setting down his drawing supplies and letting out a deep, slightly miffed sigh, he straightened up from where he stood hunched over the maproom table. "What do you want, Y/N?"

He tried to sound annoyed, menacing even. But he failed oh so miserably. Y/N was the one person in the Glade who shared his mischievous streak and he could always count on her delinquent smile to break him from his mind getting stuck in an endless loop about the maze.

Y/N raised one of her brows with a smirk and walked around the maproom, making Minho wait. "I have an idea."

He already knew she was going to say that. "Your ideas are always horrible."

Y/N rolled her eyes and chucked a stick across the table at Minho. "I swear this one isn't."

"Hmmm, okay." Minho crossed his arms and looked to the girl, unconvinced. "Is it going to get us in trouble?"

Y/N scoffed. "No. Well, it shouldn't."

"And...is it going to end up in you throwing me under the bus?"

"No! When have I ever done that?" She, after making her way around the table, grabbed Minho's shoulders and shook them. The unimpressed look he gave her served as a reminder. Yeah, okay, maybe she'd put the blame on Minho a couple of times for harmless things. That wasn't a big deal, more just jokes Alby was already a part of anyways. She knew he knew that.

"And for shucks sake...if this ends up in another night in the slammer." Minho warned.

Y/N pushed off of Minho and threw her arms in the air. "That was not my fault AND I'd like to think I was a reasonable cell mate. You, on the other hand!"

"Okay, I farted twice. Drop it." Minho admit his fault and regret ever bringing it up. "What's this plan of yours?"

"Okay...you know Thomas and Newt right?" Y/N asked.

"Yes, of course." Minho was baffled she would even ask that. Then again, there was no way of getting inside her brain.

"Okay, well, Newt and I were talking...and ya know, maybe he's got a little crush." Y/N spat out quickly.

Minho wasn't surprised. He'd seen how Newt's greetings had changed everyday he returned from the maze since Thomas had joined. "And this is relevant because?"

"We need to help him! He's hopeless! He'll hardly even talk to Thomas." Y/N pleaded.

"Okay, so how are we going to help him? Pull some trick on the two of them so that they end up having to interact or something?" Minho, already knowing where this was going, began to pack up his supplies in the maproom so it could be set aside for the rest of the night.

Y/N seemed to ponder for a moment. "Well, we're not going to trick them. That's kind of mean. But, we can get them to willingly be in the same place at the same time...and then we divert if they seem comfortable enough."

"Alright, not bad. Not your worst idea." Minho pat his friend on the head. Y/N scowled at him. "But you get to do the talking."

"Fine." Y/N grumbled. "C'mon. We've got work to do!"

With that Y/N took off out of the deadheads in front of Minho. For having run all day, Y/N was still filled with way too much energy. It was like she never stopped. For as baffled as he was, that was why he loved his best friend so much.

Her first victim was Chuck. The pair of runners came up on the youngest of gladers awfully fast and caught him off guard. He jumped a little but Y/N managed to have him calmed down quickly.