strawberry daiquiri

twelve

ryan wandered down the street, wondering why he was here and where he was going. the night was black and there were no stars.

he smelled something sickly sweet, and decided to head in that direction.

he came across a building, dimly lit on the inside, and walked in.

it was some kind of restaurant. shane was sitting at a table, waiting for him.

ryan sat down.

"i'm lying to you," shane said.

"about what?"

"everything."

ryan stared at shane, not knowing what to say.

"i already ordered for you," shane said.

"okay."

the waiter came to the table. it wasn't a person.

it set a blood-red drink down in front of ryan.

"drink it," said the waiter.

ryan shook his head.

"don't drink it," said shane.

ryan nodded.

"don't drink it," said the waiter.

ryan shook his head.

"drink it," said shane.

ryan stared at shane. he grabbed the glass and put it to his lips...