Patricia Williamson was officially lost. She hated to admit it, but she was completely and utterly lost. Groaning in annoyance, the redhead continued to move forward in the darkened forest. She pulled her phone out of the back pocket of her dark washed jeans, checked the signal once again. No signal. None. Zero, just like it had been for the last two hours. Yes, Patricia had been wondering in the woods for two hours. She was hungry, tired, and her phone was almost out of battery. Just her luck. The only reason she was out in the wood, alone, while it was dark, was because her family made her go camping for a few days; and she got lost on her way back from looking for campfire wood. She was far past annoyed now, she was downright angry. If her parents hadn't made her go camping in the first place, she wouldn't be in this mess. Sighing, she gave up trying to find her way back; sitting on a log. If her family really wanted to find her, they would have gone looking and she would've heard them shouting her name. then again, she wasn't sure how big these woods actually were. Once she had been sitting still for a few moments, she noticed how cold she was. Shivering, she heard a twig snap and some leaves crunch just a few feet in front of her. Hoping it was one of her family members, worried sick about her. She shined her flashlight on her phone at the person, but it wasn't anyone from her family, it was a boy her age. When the light hit his face, she noticed he was bend down a little—to her level on the log—reaching his hand out to pick up a twig under her foot; their faces inches apart. After a few seconds of starring at each other, they both began to scream.

"What do you thing you were doing?!"

"Who are you?!" They both yelled simultaneously. Glaring, they both looked at each other once again; this time a few feet apart.

"Can I help you?" Patricia sneered.

"Help me?! What're you doing out in the middle of the woods?" Eddie shouted.

"I could ask you the same, couldn't I?" Patricia challenged. The light on Patricia's phone began to dim, eventually cutting off all together. "Great, just great."

"What are you doing out here?" Eddie asked again, this time a little more cautious.

"Dear, Lord, if you must know," Patricia snorted. "I was looking for fire wood and clearly," Patricia paused, waving her arms around the area the two teens were standing in, "I got lost"

"Temper much? I just asked a simple question!" Eddie exclaimed rudely. Trying to adjust her eyes to the darkness, she squinted. Eddie sighed, "Do you want to come back to my camp site? It's just me and my dad, I doubt he would mind if you stayed the night, till it gets morning, y'know…" Eddie suggested.

"I rather die out here of starvation then go back to your stupid camp site and stay the night," Patricia scoffed. That made Eddie mad. He was trying to be nice, but clearly, she wouldn't have that.

"Are you kidding me?!" Eddie shrieked, his voice echoing through the forest. "I try to be nice, offer for you to come back to camp with me, and you turn me down—in the rudest way possible might I add—because you're too stubborn to accept anything from anyone!" Eddie shouted. Ouch Patricia though, that one hurt. Noticing the saddened look on the redheads' face, he instantly felt guilty.

"I'm sorry… I didn't mean to hurt your feelings, it's just, I was trying to be nice—"

"Shut up, Weasel." She smirked.

"I'm sorry?"

"I said, shut up, Weasel."

"Weasel?"

"Oh my God! You heard me!" Eddie began walking away in a direction she hadn't been yet.

"Where are you going?" Patricia panicked.

"Back to camp?" Eddie said has if it was the most obvious thing ever.

"Without me?" Patricia asked. "It's cold out here! I can't stay out here, alone all night! I'm hungry, too! It's alright I come back with you right? I mean, you did offer—"

"Ugh! Yacker, be quite." Eddie complained about her complaining.

"Excuse you?"

"You heard me." He mocked.

"Yacker? What kind of name is that?" Patricia sneered.

"The same kind of name that 'Weasel' is," Eddie chuckled. "What am I supposed to call you anyway? I don't even know your name."

"Well, I don't know yours either."

"If I tell you mine, you have to tell me yours." Eddie offered.

"Fine." She sighed.

"Patricia Williamson."

"Eddie Miller." They both smiled. Sure, they got off on the wrong side, but they didn't hate each other; and they both knew that. A few more minutes a wandering in the cold, dark woods, they saw a little light ahead, from a fire.

"Dad, I'm back!" Eddie called.

"Ah, Edison, I was getting worried," Mr. Sweet said standing from the log he had set up in front of the warm fire. "Who is this?"

"Dad, this is Patricia Williamson, she was lost looking for wood for her family; so I offered for her to stay the night until morning." Eddie answered introducing the girl standing quite close to the American.

"Hello, miss Williamson, nice to meet you; I'm Eric Sweet." The older man introduced himself. Eddie rolled his eyes at his father's formalness.

"Nice to meet you, also, Mr. Sweet." Patricia shook his hand politely. Eddie raised his eyebrows at this; who knew Patricia could be polite.

"Are you hungry, Yacker?" Eddie asked sitting on the log and grabbing a hotdog out of the pack lying on a blanket.

"Yacker?" Mr. Sweet asked completely confused. Eddie and Patricia started laughing at his question.

"Long story, dad," Eddie chuckled. "So, hungry?" Eddie asked directing his question toward Patricia.

"Yes, actually. Thanks." Patricia said sitting down next to Eddie on the log, in front of the warm fire.

~Torispeace