ProfNigma Stories #10: Schneider’s Island #1
Date: 1/22/2017,
Categories:
Celebrities,
Author: FrankSinner
... "To which part?" Spencer felt Freddie's arm on his shoulder pointing them to what they now faced: a dead end. "I meant turn around… we've hit a wall I guess," Freddie said looking at the mess in front of them. This tunnel had clearly collapsed on itself and just a mass of stone and dirt served as the ephemeral resting place for the two of them. "Gotta wonder how the others are managing…" * * * "Did I mention how much I don't like you?" Andre asked, unable to see much in front of Nate as he led the way down the far narrower pathway. "I may have picked up on some less than subtle hints," the broad shouldered young man said, as he focused the light down and ahead. "Can't exactly see much reasonin' as to why though." "You and your damn 'pat' on the back…" Andre shook his head. "Black people ain't exactly built for enclosed spaces like this." "Seriously?" Nate said with a sudden stop. "All the flack you give me about being a 'racist' or some kind of 'back woods bigot', and you're just going to pitch me that stereotype?" "Stereotype or not… that shit's true." "So, tight spaces, bodies of water, and Miracle Whip…" Nate said, with an audible smile. "The kryptonite trifecta of Andre Harris is at last clear." "No…" Andre said, with a suppressed laugh, knowing he should be annoyed but he knew that Nate was a good guy. "Just regular mayonnaise… not sure what they do ...
... different but that Miracle Whip shit is delicious." "You are a catbird, br*ther, you know that?" Nate said, knowing the 'br*ther' thing didn't come out right but he really didn't care. "Yeah… I have no idea what that is." The unlikely duo headed deeper into the tunnel, trying to keep an eye out for anything out of the ordinary, but other than a few massacred rats along the path, there wasn't much to see. "You think we should have left him alone back there?" "Who?" Nate asked, knowing full well the answer. "Beck. I kinda feel bad for him being the one on his own," Andre said, drenching his words with compassion. "Yeah, I noticed how bad you felt when you gave him your gun," the stout man said with a cynical tone. "Certainly more than I would've given him." "I can't believe," Andre said, getting preachy once again on the subject, "that after like 6 years, you two still hate each other as much as you do." "I'd hardly say its surprising, Harris. That boy is an asshole. Always has been… probably always will be. You don't just grow out of that." "Just admit its more about…" the musician tried to tiptoe over Tori as the mention of her seemed to set Nate on edge, "her… than anything that either of you think of or do around each other." "Now why'd you have to ruin the mood by bring him or Tori up?" Nate said with a mild whine in his tone. "We were having such a good time." ...