Naomii66

Minho was always thoughtful. He never forgot, never missed, and never made a mistake. And it was all good and nice – had he been less smart he wouldn't have lived the day we got together, the night we first made love or the first and only night he got drunk. I'm sure he'd be more than glad to forget that particular memory. It all happened a few weeks after Gally first showed us his moonshine. Everyone was suspicious at first and grimaced whenever they smelled the keen spoor of alcohol but after the few brave (or stupid) Glader drank more than one sip and they slowly felt better, the others started asking for a jar of it. I never liked i

"Minho, put that back!," I snapped at the black-haired Runner who stood with his back to me – still, I knew what he was doing. "Dufno fat'cha thafkin 'bou,' he answered, his voice muffled by what I guessed was whipped cream – it wasn't part of the weekly supplies normally so when Frypan found two of it in the Box he said we shouldn't waste it, instead let's try and make something delicious. He asked me to help him make a cake or something. I wasn't particularly good at cooking (one of the reasons I didn't become a cook, the other one being the fact I was somewhat of a klutz) but I was the only one he trusted not to 'accidentally'