…you slip up, just once…
There was nothing but mist, as far as Scooter could see in any direction. Distant, dark shapes that vanished as soon as he got close.
He couldn’t even see the ground under his feet; there was nothing but white in any direction.
“Andy!”
His voice echoed, bounced back at him from a hundred different directions at once, reverberating until Scooter fell to his knees, arms shielding his head from sound that attacked him like ghosts.
When the sound faded, there was still nothing.
No one answered.
He staggered to his feet. Picked a direction at random and walked, hands out to feel his way through the fog.
…when Andy runs off on you…
Nick. Golden blond and pretty, his lip curled in disgust. Looking down on Scooter like Scooter was nothing but trash. Like he though
