Newt's POV:
The man came back, and he said the next few things were notes and smaller things.I noticed they had guards lined up on the back wall.
"First, do any of you have questions?"
Frypan's hand shot up
"Yes, um,"
He consulted his clipboard
"Siggy, or, as you like to be called, Frypan?"
"Am I older than Minho? And Newt?"
"You mean A7, and A5?"
Frypan looked confused
"Huh? I mean Newt and Minho."
He pointed at us
"Right there."
The man nodded
"Ah, yes. A7 and A5. Yes, you are slightly older than them."
Frypan jumped up and turned to Minho
"I told you!"
Minho rolled his eyes. The man started answering other questions, and I turned to Minho, and whispered
"What was that?"
Minho sighed
"Well, when he found out about. . . 'us', he called it 'young love' and I said that I could be older than him, but I guess I was wrong."
"Bloody hell, he needs to let things go."
The man had stopped answering questions, and addressed the guards
"For future reference, I was told to tell you not to separate A7 and A5, or as you could say Minho and Newt. It was found that A7 doesn't like it very much."
Minho grumbled under his breath, and I just laughed. Maybe the flare wouldn't affect us. . .
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It's okay until it isn't
FanfictionMinho and Newt have been friends and lovers for a long time, and everything was okay. Until it wasn't. After the maze, they both start sinking into grief and sadness. The one question they ask each other over and over is: "Are you okay?" They alway...
