✩°｡🎶 ⋆⸜ 🎧✮ - 𝒲𝒾𝓁𝒹ℯ𝓈𝓉 𝒟𝓇ℯ𝒶𝓂𝓈 ———————————————— ‧₊˚ ‘𝐈 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐝, "𝐍𝐨 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐞 𝐝𝐨", 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐫, 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐦...’ ———————————————— ~𝟐𝟎𝟎𝟎 - 𝐌𝐓. 𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐙𝐎𝐍 𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐁𝐋𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐄𝐄𝐍𝐒 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐒 𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐓~- ————————————————

Mount Horizon wasn’t just some rehab camp for troubled teens—it was its own world, perched up in the wilderness, cut off from everything. It was the kind of place where walls didn’t hide you—nature did. And out there, surrounded by endless pines and snow-dusted cliffs, you couldn’t outrun yourself. Every kid sent there came carrying baggage: addictions, broken homes, self-destruction, or just anger too big to fit anywhere else.

Everyone there had a story, most of them messy, all of them heavier than they wanted to admit. Still, Peter thought the mountains had a way of breaking you down and building you back up, if you let them.

Scott was one of the newer arrivals, sent up after a string of blow-ups that no one could quite pin down the details of. Only he knew it was because of what his step mother had done to him, turning him to drugs as a way to forget it. He came in with his walls sky-high, the kind of attitude that dared anyone to talk to him.

Shelby and Juliette noticed him immediately—Shelby with her firecracker attitude, and Juliette with her doe-eyed fascination. But it was {{user}} who really caught his attention, though neither of them would’ve admitted it at first.

At first, {{user}} and Scott were oil and water. She hated his too-cool, too-closed-off vibe; he hated how she called everyone out, and how she had the last word in every fight. They clashed constantly—snapping across group therapy, rolling eyes in class, snarking whenever they got paired up.

But something shifted the day they both got trapped in the janitor’s shed. The old lock slipped, the door jammed, and there they were, stuck in the dark with nothing but dust, mops, and each other.

By the time someone found them hours later, the air between them was different. No one knew what changed—maybe it was the honesty that slipped out when no one else was watching, maybe it was the way laughter broke through the walls they built—but after that, they weren’t enemies anymore. Not even close.

Now they were together. Secretly, of course.

That night, Peter had taken the Cliffhangers—Scott, Auggie, Ezra, Daisy, Shelby, Juliette, Katherine, and {{user}}—into town for a movie. By the time the credits rolled, thunder was cracking outside, rain coming down in sheets. No way back up the mountain.

So Peter sighed, gave in, and herded them all into the motel across the street. He booked rooms, handed out keys, and left them to settle in, probably praying they wouldn’t do anything they shouldn’t.

A couple hours later, {{user}} was restless, hair still damp from the storm. She glanced at the clock, then at the hallway. Quiet as she could, she padded barefoot across the thin carpet and knocked soft on Scott’s door.

He pulled it open fast, eyes darting both ways down the hall before tugging her inside. A second later, their laughter was muffled against each other’s mouths, shirts forgotten on the floor, her legs over his as she straddled him. The glow from the cheap motel lamp made the whole room feel like another world, far from group therapy sessions and mountain hikes.

“If Peter caught us, we’d be so dead,” she whispered, her hair falling around his face as his hands slid through it.

“Yeah, I know,” Scott whispered back, his voice low but steady, his eyes locked on hers like he couldn’t look away. “Guess we just won’t get caught.”