Wait, Your Alive? (Thomesa/Minewt)

How?

Hello there! Thank you for all the feedback on last chapter! I might be a little late between updates because of Christmas stuff but I'll try to update at least every 5 days! Also, that image is because I just saw The Scorch Trials and I thought they were going to kiss on the cliff. When they didn't I was like "oh" and had that crazy/happy looking expression basically xD Anyway, onto the story! :)

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       Thomas took a couple steps back, holding his- probably now red- cheek. He let out a sound that was nearly silent and tilted his head slightly so he could make eye contact with Newt.
       "What was that for?!" He asked, very confused and a little angry.
       "That, Tommy, was for not aiming straight, shuckface." Newt replied. He didn't sound angry- in fact, he sounded sarcastic and really sassy.
       "What do you mean?" Thomas asked but he knew what Newt had meant.
       "You missed my head and hit my shoulder you slinthead." This time he smirked and Thomas could tell he was starting to smile too.
       "Newt!" They both turned to see the other Gladers running towards them, Minho at the front. When they had reached Thomas and Newt, they were panting.
       "How?" Minho breathed, just barely audible.
       "I'm immune. WICKED tricked us, again," Newt said grimly, frowning.           "They aren't around anymore though, me and Teresa took care of that." Thomas looked down at Teresa. She was awake but not speaking, that was the strange thing. She usually held many opinions. Maybe it was because she was tired from running or what they had done. He couldn't help but feel slightly scared, had Teresa hurt herself so badly that she could no longer speak?
       "How is she alive?" Minho gestured towards her. He didn't look like he hated her anymore which surprised Thomas.
       "Her leg was the only thing affected, but you saw an illusion WICKED made."
"Why isn't she talking?" Frypan asked, mirroring Thomas' thoughts. Newt shook his head.
       "I'm not sure, hasn't spoken since we met Chancellor Paige." He slapped hid hand over his mouth and his eyes widened. Thomas couldn't help but gasp, he heard other the other Gladers do the same.
       "When the hell did you meet her?!" Gally took a step forward but fell back when he received a glare from Minho. Newt sighed.
       "I'll be honest with you guys, we... We met her while we were escaping something I have no name for. She helped us but asked Teresa here to talk to her privately. Hasn't talked since." Thomas was now staring at Teresa, wondering what she and Chancellor Paige talked about. He also pondered how Ava could be alive. Still staring at Teresa, he noticed how she was spacing out. Her tar black hair swayed gently in the breeze and her burning, blue eyes were watching the clouds. He figured she was seeing figures and shapes.
       "Okay, well you two shanks need some rest. We'll find hammocks or sleepin' bags for you." With that, Minho left to probably calm the people Thomas had totally forgot were there. He left to find something for Newt and Teresa to sleep on.

Minho's POV

       They were here. Minho never could have imagined this happening on the same day Thomas and Brenda were no long a 'thing'. He smiled to himself and walked into the forest, hoping to calm himself. But... Newt and Teresa were back! Sure, he had problems with Teresa in the past, but risking her life for Thomas made him forgive her. Minho ended up in front of a log with a plan carved into it.
      "Alright," He said quietly. "Plan Thomesa is a go."

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What do you think? XD I found this okay, a little shorter but I'm busy with some stuff as at the top. Anyhow, thanks for reading! c: