Willow is Winnie's cousin, her parents died last year and she was sent to live with the Fosters. This takes place when Winnie is fifteen and Willow is seventeen, and is probably more likely to follow the movie than the book, as that's what I remember better.

For Willow's clothes imagine her in anything from Free People, specifically the Aurore eyelet dress, the lace apron maxi, and the valley dress. her style is similar to Winnie's but she's much more liberal and doesn't care about her reputation.

Willow's faceclaim: Sarah Hyland

Disclaimer: I do not own Tuck Everlasting or any of the characters you recognize. The lines from the movie/book belong to their lawful owner.

"Winnie, wait up dammit!" Willow shouted, running through the brambles after her cousin. She had her dress hiked up, and that helped some, but her long dark hair was still getting tangled in the tree branches.

Winnie continued to run, oblivious to her cousin's yelling. Winnie's boots were obviously more suited to running through the woods, while Willow's flats weren't quite doing the job.

Finally, Willow caught up to her cousin, gasping for breath.

"They never would have sent you away, you know." Willow said, squeezing Winnie's arm. "I wouldn't have let them separate us."

Even though Winnie knew this was true, she still started crying, fat tears squeezing out of her eyes and running down her face. "I know, it's just...they're so horrible, Willow! To me, to you-"

"They took me in, didn't they?!" Willow said, her voice loud and firm. "They took me in when they could have put me out on the street. Sure they made me get a job, they have me make my own clothes and they won't send me to school but that's all my own doing, Winnie, because I refuse to find a husband. They just want the best for you, Win, they don't want you to end up like me."

"You're not half bad," Winnie said, laughing through tears.

"I'm going to be an old maid, Winnie, that's pretty bad." Willow laughed, hooking arms with Winnie and continuing through the forest.

"I'm so thirsty," Winnie complained. Willow thought it was better to shut her up and not say anything back, than to complain right back at her. Suddenly, they stumbled into a clearing. There was a boy about Willow's age, his shirt half done up and his hair long and unruly.

"Now I'm thirsty, too." Willow mumbled, cracking a smile. Really though, he was too young for her. Not in age, but he was innocent, you could tell. He didn't know how the world worked, how people fell and people hurt. Surely he wasn't a man of high society, but put them in a courthouse and they'd vote for the same laws, push for the same segregation and the same homeostasis that cursed the country. He was just a boy, and Willow needed a man.

He sure was fun to look at, though, and maybe he'd be good for Winnie.

"How...how long have you been standing there?" The boy asked suddenly, looking up at the two girls. Willow stood in front of Winnie a bit, as if trying to defend her.

"Not long at all," Winnie said bravely, stepping forward. "I was only walking past, and I..."

'oh great,' Willow thought. 'She likes him, now he'll never leave.'

"Well you shouldn't be in these parts of the woods, it's best you turn around and go home. Well, go on now, get!" He shook his hand, and Winnie looked at him with dismay.

"Excuse me, but she owns these woods." Willow said, placing a hand gently on Winnie's arm.

"You own these woods?" The boy said, his mouth agape. "What's your name?"

"Winifred," Winnie said, and Willow felt the urge to hit her. When you come across a stranger in the woods, no matter how cute, you don't give him your name. "Winifred Foster."

"I'm Willow Foster, her cousin." Willow said with a sigh.

"Fosters? Well I'll be. Well, Winnie Foster, like I was saying, you need to turn around and go home now. It's getting dark."

"It just so happens that I was on my way home," Winnie said, curiosity and disdain in her voice. "Before you made your rude suggestion, and I would happily be on my way...if only I knew which way that was."

"In other words, you're lost?"

"Not exactly," Willow cut in, sure she could find her way back without the help of this pompous little boy.

"I'll point you home," He smiled at Winnie.

"I'd be much obliged. But I want a drink first." Winnie started to move towards the spring, and the boy blocked it.

"No! You don't want that water, uh, it's poisoned."

"I just saw you drink from it!" Winnie whined. The girl was fifteen, but sometimes her childish side still came out stronger than her rationality did.

"Winnie," Willow sighed; if the boy didn't want her to drink the water, then leave it be! It's not like they were dying of dehydration or something.

"Well, now I'm feeling sick."

"Please," Winnie said. "I'm dry as dust."

"I said leave it alone!"

Winnie defied him once more, walking towards him, and he grabbed her firmly.

"Hey!" Willow exclaimed. "Her father will have you arrested."

She pulled Winnie from his arms.

"You're not going to go and tell him are you?" The boy asked, grabbing Winnie and pulling her away from Willow.

Willow turned, eager to get her cousin back from the boy, but she was grabbed around the waist by a man on a horse.

"Miles!" The boy exclaimed, his childhood coming out just as quickly as Winnie's did. "I had it under control."

"No, you didn't Jess." Miles said.

"You can't do this, she's a Foster!"

"You know what Tuck said, no exceptions." Miles trotted off, Willow in front of him, being held tight by his arms and the steady beating of the horse. Behind her, she could hear the boy running, pulling Winnie behind him, yelling no over and over again.

When Willow imagined being kidnapped, this was not how it played out.