Disclaimer: TinySprite owns nothing of Sigma 6, which is owned by Hasbro. Only the plot is hers.

Prompt: Go

Note, this also takes place in my vampire AU.

Part 1 of 3

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There was a bad feeling in the air.

Exactly what kind of bad feeling though, Scott wasn't certain of but he had the sensation that it would make itself known soon.

A hand suddenly lightly pushing at his shoulder startled him, but not as much as what was immediately said to him, "So Scott, when are we going to see your place?"

Feeling his stomach drop, the sixteen year old turned to look at Zephyr, one of his few friends at the high school. Not long after the soda incident, he'd been paired up with her as a partner for a science project and they'd actually become friends...somehow.

She'd introduced him to her other two friends, G-Man (who was actually named George) and TJ, and Scott had managed to become friends with them too. He honestly still wasn't too clear on how it all had happened, but it was nice to have friends his own age.

But now...

Scott gulped a little, asking her, "Uh, why do you want to go to my place?"

From his position at Zephyr's side, TJ raised an eyebrow at him, "Dude, don't you remember? We signed up as a group for that robotics tournament and we need somewhere to work at. We're only allowed to use the school's labs during school hours and we can't keep the project here either."

G-Man chimed in then, "Yeah and since mine and Zephyr's places are too small and TJ's got his baby sister running around at his place, yours is the only one left! So, what's for dinner?"

Ignoring the perpetually hungry boy's second statement, Scott shook his head, "Wait what? When was this all decided?"

That got him odd looks from the other three, with Zephyr telling him, "Uh, we were just talking about it Scott. Weren't you paying attention?"

He reddened a little, "Sorry Zephyr, I guess I zoned out," he'd been trying to think of a way to get out of chicken feeding chores again, "but uh, my place is no good either."

G-Man whined, "Why not? Is it really haunted? Because, you know, that wouldn't bother us any. Really!"

Scott stared at him, "What are you talking about?"

TJ gave Scott an apologetic smile, "Sorry man, but there's a lot of rumors about where you live. I think the most current one is the haunted house down on Maple Street."

The redhead looked around at them in confusion, "I don't live there."

Zephyr gently poked his shoulder to get his attention back, "Then where do you live Scott?"

There was honest curiosity in her eyes, which only made him more embarrassed, "D-does it really matter? We can't do the project there anyway, I don't have the space either."

G-Man let out a dramatic sigh, "Aww! And I wanted to go to Scott's place!"

The blond boy immediately brightened and looked at Zephyr, "So does this mean we go to yours? You've got that garage space that we could clean out and your mom makes the best sandwiches!"

Scott let out his own soft sigh, though it was one of relief. That was one disaster averted...or so he thought.