Well, this is my first Maze Runner fanfiction... hopefully this turns out okay. Or as okay as weirdness can get...

The Basics: Everything in the Glade was normal until Thomas and Teresa showed up. Of course, after that, everything went crazy and then they had to escape the Glade. However, the Griever Hole did not lead them to WICKED, it lead them to the real world (like the world we live in today). The Gladers found out that they had bank accounts for some reason, and they got themselves homes. Now they have to figure out how to live in the "real world". They've been here a week but they haven't really gotten that much stuff figured out... oh, and Chuck and Alby are still alive, too. Who knew?

Warning: There is a fair bit of OOCness. If that's not your cup of tea, then I would suggest leaving and never coming back. It just gets more bizarre from here.

Enjoy!

"Teresa invited us to a... mall with her. Are we going?" Thomas asked Minho, who he was sharing an apartment with.

Minho didn't give him a direct answer, and instead said, "I don't get it. A week ago we were in the Glade, working our butts off, and then you two show up and everything goes completely crazy. We then jump into the shucking Griever Hole and end up in a portal to the "real world". I'm still getting over the shock of the whole thing and Teresa wants to take us shopping?" he shook his head.

"I'm accepting her invitation. Teresa says we need to learn to be "real-world people"."

"Teresa says we need to learn to be real-world people," Minho said mockingly. "Honestly, what's the point of asking me if you're going to ignore my input?"

Thomas ignored him.

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About an hour later, Teresa pulled up in a bright red SUV and was impatiently honking on the horn for them to get outside.

Minho opened the window and yelled, "Slim it! We're coming!"

Thomas and Minho went outside and climbed into the car, Teresa forcing a much-too-willing Newt out of shotgun for Thomas to sit there. Gally was in the way back, and Alby was in the middle. Newt claimed one of the other middle seats, and since Minho didn't like the idea of being squished, he climbed in the back with Gally.

"Why is Gally here?" he complained.

"Because, just like you, Newt, Alby, Thomas, and I, we need to get clothes. We can't go around wearing the same articles of clothing for the rest of our lives, as I'm sure you've seen that next to nobody, besides the occasional hobo, does that." Teresa responded. "You can sit in the middle if you have a problem with sitting next to him."

"But that's too crowded..." Minho whined.

"I'm just as happy as you about this arrangement, I promise you." Gally said. "Teresa forced me to do this. She's really good at convincing. Unfortunately."

"How does this girl do this? Honestly..." Minho shook his head.

"I'm good at knowing what I want and getting what I want." Teresa said proudly. "I'll do whatever it takes."

"Have fun in shotgun, Tommy," Newt looked genuinely relieved to be out of the front seat. "If you haven't bloody wet yourself by the time we get there, I congratulate you."

"Why?" Thomas hadn't been in a car yet- he'd been walking everywhere. He had a vague memory of being in a car, but there were no emotions he could associate with it. "Is riding in a car scary?" he buckled his seatbelt.

"It shouldn't be, but with Tere-" Newt began, but Teresa interrupted him.

"Enjoy the ride!" she said cheerfully, slamming on the gas pedal. The car jerked forward quickly and Thomas cringed.

Teresa got to the end of the parking lot, screeched to a halt by stomping on the brake pedal, and put on a turn signal. Thomas cringed again.

"Ya, see, Tommy?" Newt had his eyes shut tightly, clinging to the seatbelt.

"Honestly, Teresa's the most shucking awful driver there is," Gally said, as Teresa made a sharp left turn. "I haven't heard any of the cars make the screeching noises like she's causing to come from this one!"

"Pay closer attention, then!" Teresa said cheerfully again, the car quickly gaining speed. "My driver's ed class had plenty of screeching cars. Shuck! Red light!" she slammed on the brakes, and the car skidded to a halt, narrowly avoiding crashing into the car in front of them.

Thomas shrieked in fright and looked around desperately for something to hold on to.

"Stop being such a baby!" Teresa laughed, pushing Thomas playfully.

"Teresa," Thomas shut his eyes tightly as the light changed from red to green and Teresa stomped on the gas pedal again. "I know you've been to driver's ed, but are you a fully licensed driver yet?"

"Yes."

"Where did you get your license from?"

"A place."

"Was this a place that was authorized to be giving out licenses?"

Teresa looked at him and shrugged. "Probably not."

"KEEP YOUR EYES ON THE SHUCKING ROAD, GIRL!" Alby screamed.

Teresa looked back at the road, eyes widening, spun the wheel, and they narrowly avoided a very much unwanted off-road adventure.

"WHY DID YOU GET YOUR LICENSE THEN?!" Thomas shouted.

"I wanted to be able to drive as quickly as possible. All the other places I looked into took six months to a year. This course only took five days, isn't that great?"

"THERE WAS PROBABLY A REASON FOR THAT!" Minho screamed as Teresa braked for another red light.

"Eh, probably." Teresa shrugged. "Oh well!"

Thomas was lurched forward when Teresa braked. His seatbelt locked and he stopped moving forward. "Honestly, this thing is a lifesaver." he breathed.

"I'm tellin' ya." Newt was still in the position he had been in a couple minutes ago. Thomas joined him in clinging onto the seatbelt, but kept his eyes open.

The light changed to green, and Teresa drove down a road that led to a highway. She started to speed up.

"Oh, no shucking way!" Minho yelled. "I'm not getting on a highway with this lunatic!"

"Too late, shank!" Teresa was still much too cheerful, based on the emotions of her passengers. "We have to go on the highway to get to the mall."

"Then I'll wear the same clothes for the rest of my life. Honestly, anything's better than this."

"You've been wearing the same clothes for a week. That's gross. You need new stuff." Teresa looked back at him. The car started gaining speed much quicker now.

"EYES ON THE ROAD!" Alby screamed.

Teresa turned her head back to view the highway, and she quickly switched lanes to avoid crashing into the car in front of them. The car behind them in their new lane slammed the brakes and the screeching sound was heard. Then came an angry honk.

"Drivers. So rude." Teresa shook her head. "And Gally, there's your screeching sound."

"Yeah, the car screeched because they had to brake for your impromptu lane switch!" Gally yelled at her. "And they were honking at you because car horns are supposed to be safety devices! They were warning you!"

"Apparently, Gallys are rude too." Teresa turned up the car radio.

Conveniently (or inconveniently, depending on how you looked at it), "Staying Alive" by the Bee-Gees was playing.

"WE'RE TRYING!" Alby sobbed to the radio. "WE REALLY ARE!"

"Slim it, Alby." Teresa rolled her eyes. "You realize the radio can't hear you, right?"

"Uh-huh!" he whimpered.

"You're driving the man insane! Just from your bloody driving skills!" Newt said angrily and anxiously to Teresa. "How much longer until we get to the mall?"

"Ten minutes or so." Teresa shrugged. She pushed on the brake pedal again. "Traffic!"

So, the next five minutes of traffic consisted of Teresa constantly inching forward, switching from the gas to the brake every five seconds, screeching each time she braked. Thomas was getting sick of the noise and quite frankly, he was getting carsick. "Teresa, how much longer?"

"You guys are so impatient." Teresa huffed.

"Says the girl who pulled up to our apartment building and immediately started honking the horn without calling us or coming in to get us or anything." Minho said, as Teresa braked again.

"I'm never getting into a car with you again." Gally promised Teresa.

"You can't walk on the highway. So yeah, you are."

"Um, no, I'm not. I'll get a cab or a bus. Or I'll hitchhike. Or I'll steal a motorcycle or a car and try to drive myself home. I may not have a license and I may not have even gone to any driver's ed classes, but I'd try. Or I'll just live at the mall, even. Honestly, anything would be better than this." Gally complained.

"Rude." Teresa huffed.

A couple minutes later, they got off the highway and pulled into the mall's parking lot.

"Whew, there's a spot!" Teresa said. "Malls are usually wicked busy."

Thomas, Minho, Gally, and Alby closed their eyes and clung onto their seatbelts. Newt continued doing what he was doing.

"Whoops. Oops! Whoops..." Teresa finally shut off the car. "Well, that was not my most successful parking experience, but we're here!"

There were scratches and dents on the cars on both sides, but none of the boys bothered to tell Teresa she was probably going to be known to have scratched the cars and would be blamed for it and would probably have to pay for the car's repairs. They all ran out of the car, Newt and Thomas began kissing the ground, Minho and Gally began running to the mall's entrance, and Alby began sobbing with relief and just sprinted into the mall.

"Where is he going?" Teresa rolled her eyes. "And why are the two of you kissing the ground? People's feet have been there, cars drive over it... just... ugh."

"I don't care if it's gross-" Thomas kissed the ground again. "I'm just glad to be alive!"

"Couldn't have said it better myself." Newt said.

Teresa pulled the boys off the ground. "Let's go shopping, you shanks. And go find Alby- wherever he went."

"I'm never getting into a car with you again. I agree with Gally." Thomas said, as they walked over to the mall.

"You'll get into the car with me again, I know you will."

"That's bloody doubtful." Newt said.

"I know you will..." Teresa said in a sing-song voice.

"Doubtful!"

"I know you will...!"

Hopefully that turned out okay... feedback is appreciated! :)