A Maize Maze // Tracob

lost boy

"oh god." troye said to himself while trying to feel around the corn walls. for halloween all of troye's friends thought it would be a good idea to go to a haunted forest festival sponsored by their school. despite the scary dressed up people and long, tall, dark mazes, they somehow managed to convince troye to come with them, also.

"guys!" he shouted at the top of his lungs, how did he manage to lose them? oh yeah, the maze was huge and it's almost pitch black. he literally couldn't see a thing. "guys!" he shouted again, this time drawing out the word.

"shit!" troye screamed as he ran into something, or someone, and fell hard onto the ground.

"oh god, im so sorry." troye heard a voice above him, scaring him at first but then realizing it's only another person. "let me help you up." he offered, but troye couldn't see a hand at all.

"are you tyler's friend?" troye asked once he'd somehow felt the hand in the air around his face, grabbing it and pulling himself up. the question was a valid one, troye thought for a moment. tyler, troye's best friend, had tried setting him up with someone tonight, which made since to why he lost his group so easily, right? they must of ditched him so he could find whoever it was he was supposed to meet in the maze.

"who's tyler?" troye heard the other boy speak. well, there goes that thought process. "im jacob." troye heard him say.

"im troye." he smiled, even though he knew the other boy, jacob, couldn't see him. "do you have any idea where we are?" he felt for the wall behind him.

"not a clue." jacob replied seemingly farther away so troye walked towards the voice. "did you lose your group or did you come alone?" he asked.

"yes, i came alone, by myself, a scrawny 16 year old, to a haunted forest, and went into the dark maze, alone." troye laughed at himself before gently running into jacob's shoulder. found him.

"so im taking that as you lost your group." jacob laughed, placing both hands on troye's shoulders so they knew where each other were. "do you have a flashlight or anything?" jacob asked while dropping the grip on one of his shoulders and moving his other hand to rest on troye's elbow.

"if i had a flashlight, don't you think id be using it?"

"right." jacob turned to the one direction that neither of them had come from and pulled troye along with him. "well id ask if you brought your phone, but i don't really feel like another sarcastic answer."

"so neither of us brought phones and neither of us have flashlights and neither of us know where the hell we are." troye sighed then laughed at himself. "i guess we're not really that much of a help to each other."

"well now it's not as scary." Jacob shrugged.

"that you're with a 120 pound gay guy, what am i going to do?" troye laughed.

"i meant for you." jacob smiled, even though troye wouldn't notice when he felt troye lightly slap his shoulder. "ow! you just slapped my face!"

"what? no i didn't, that was your shoulder! right? oh my god im so sorry!" troye rushed, moving up a hand to cup jacob's cheek.

"hey, im kidding." he laughed, putting his hand over top of troye's as troye kicked him in the shin, once again, lightly.

"and i don't care where i hit you that time." troye sassed, then got quiet as he realized jacob's hand was still over his own. jacob slowly lowered both their hands down as they were still connected.

"i think if we keep walking straight, we'll find a way out." he tugged troye's hand, leading him further along the maze.

"so, how old are you?" troye asked, curious, for all he knew this man he was holding hands with could be someone's dad.