Preference: When he gave you your nickname
Newt gave you your nickname as soon as he saw you. You were coming out the box, frightened as you looked around at the boys crowding around you. “It’s alright love,” As he spoke, you looked up at him zoning out what everyone was saying. You found comfort in his soft chocolate eyes. His figure was tall and lanky, but sure was fit, as you culd notice while you scanned the boy from hed to toe. He extended his hand to you, reaching into the box and pulling you up. It was in that moment that you realized that you trusted him. It wasn’t a decision. It was instinct. You just did.
Minho gave you your nickname after bumping into you. He was running back from the maze, and decided that he would want to go the Box to see the new Greenie befor ehe hit the showers. Thus, he made a short right turn swinging around the corner of the East Door. You knocked into him, sending him sprawling with a huff, both of you rolling a few times down the small hill before slowing down to a stop. “WHAT THE SHUCK?! I WILL KILL YOU SHANK, JUST YOU WAIT AND YOUR PRETTY ASS WILL BE GRIEVER FOOD!” He yelled, rubbing his palms against his face, without even seeing who he was talkign about. Scared by the sudden aggresiveness, you leaped to your feet. As his last sentence registered in your brain, a small smirk found its way onto your face. “I have no idea what you just said, but I do agree, I have a pretty ass.” He froze mid sit up, his eyes widening at the feminine voice. He looked up at you, his cheecks glowing a bright red, and muttered a small, “shuck.” Then, quickly, he gained his composure, and smirked. “You do.” You darted again for the maze doors, this time with a muscular Asian boy on your tail.
Thomas gave you your nickname when he found you crying in the Deadheads. You were confused. Sure, the guys seemed pretty nice, most of them at least. But you couldn’t remember anything. You just knew that you shouldn’t be here, its not normal. You had to get out. Who were you? What happened to you? And, what is going to happen to you? Would you be stuck here for the rest of your lives?
As you questioned yourself, tears started streaming down your cheeks, and soon you broke out in small sobs. A hand patted your shoulder, startling you, and someone slid down on the floor next to you while you flinched. It was Thomas. He wiped your tears and whispered, “Hey, pretty girls shouldn’t cry.”
You talked for a while, feeling relief flooding you as you realized that you weren’t the only one that had felt that way. “Common pretty girl, lets go back to the Homestead.”
Gally gave you your nickname when making fun of you, but it stuck. “Aww, common, princess doesn’t want a bubu?” Gally mockingly fluttered his lashes and puffed his cheeks, pouting. Your angered flared, and you tightened your fists, knuckles turning white. Who did this shank think he was? You were just accepted as part of the builders, and you refused to work on the really simple projects. You knew you were way better than that, and you wanted to show them. “No,” you hissed past your gritted teeth, “princess here wants to beat your ass with her building skills.”