Alright. Spending Spring Break of their Senior Year on a road trip to get away from Westerville and Lima and see something new had a different meaning to Blaine than it did Sam. A road trip to Hershey Park. Maybe over to Chicago to play tourists? You know? That sort of road trip. With hotels that had running water and electricity. Sam, on the other hand? Sam suggested they do something he’d been wanting to do forever. Since they spent a weekend creeping themselves out binge watching youtube videos of guys sneaking into abandoned buildings or places they claimed to be haunted.
A map already pinpointed with places he wanted to go see, ones he researched for weeks was shoved into Blaine’s hand one day at lunch. Sam couldn’t stand still as he threw his sales pitch, weight shifting from side to side and his eyes lit up with a fire that Blaine never could resist being drawn towards. Sam’s excitement about anything was always infectious. By the end of his spiel–Blaine was expecting him to be bouncing off the walls and furniture if he didn’t calm down. Who could say no to that? No one. Especially not him. Within minutes of stuttered pleas and a drawn out ‘but rollercoasters’ that Sam just rolled his eyes at because nothing Blaine countered with could compare to ‘Ghost towns, Blaine. Ghost. TOWNS.’ Blaine tossed in the towel and agreed right as a list of supplies they needed was shoved in his hand and Sam zipped off, a human streak of lightning filled with adrenaline and anticipation.
Good luck to Ms. Peterson. Sam’s American History class was in for a treat.
Okay, that was the beginning. Now, let’s skip ahead to the present. Cause having a moment where he regretted ever saying yes to Sam in his life wasn’t something Blaine pictured until the words ‘girl slaughtered her family in the basement’ hit his ears. Dust billowed around his shoes as the former Warbler came to a sudden stop. His camera fell to hit against his chest as his hand pressed flat against a wall covered in yellowed, dirty wallpaper that once had to be cream with mauve colored roses. “Woah. Woah. Hold up. What did you just say?”
“That’s something you tell someone before they’re..you know? On the steps leading down to the basement in question, SAM.” A bloodbath happened down there? In the creepy, horror movie basement they could barely see into from the kitchen? “We’ve been to three different towns so far. I’ll admit, the school wasn’t the most awesome of places I’ve ever been in the ‘Wow. I really don’t want to die at the hands of a weird family of hillbillies that made this their town and have been following us this entire time.’ list. This, though? This tops the cake.” Not that he had anything else on this “list”. But that’s besides the point! Springing something that heavy right out of the blue? Not cool.
A half-hearted glare was shot up at him from the corner of Blaine’s eyes as he shook his head and clicked on his flashlight. “You owe me big time for this one.” Here comes the under the breath grumble aimed at Sam’s back, complete with smirking pout. “Ifwedon’tdie.”
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