"Pip, you ok?" Damien asked me, giving me a look of worry.

I bit my lip and avoided his gaze. Oh dear... He's going to hate me even more now.

"Uh, y-yes. I'm fine, but I don't think your phone is..." I winced. I hadn't meant to say it like that. And knowing Damien, he probably cared more about his phone than he cared about me. Actually, he probably cared about that log I had been sitting on earlier more than he cared about me.

"Did it come out of my pocket while we went down the hill?" He asked, looking back up the hill in case he might see it.

"No..." I could feel my face turning red with embarrassment. If I wasn't so clumsy, the phone wouldn't have fallen in the loo!

He stared at me, his worried gaze turning into a suspicious one. "Pip... what happened to my phone?" he said it slowly, which was somehow scarier than him saying it angrily.

I took a deep breath and explained quickly. "I accidentally flushed your phone down the toilet while trying to delete those pictures you took of me while I was stuck in the trashcan covered in slushi and-"

"YOU WHAT?" he growled, causing a few nearby birds to take flight. I shuddered and ducked my head, scolding myself for being such an idiot.

"I'm sorry! It just sort of... slipped!"

"Down the toilet?" He screeched.

"Yes, down the toilet!." I said with a groan.

"Look, it may have been wrong of me to take those pictures, but I'm the fucking son of Satan, Pip. What did you expect? I'm not a nice person, I'm fucking cruel. I have no problem with killing someone just out of boredom. What in your fucked up little brain thought it would be a good idea to take the Anti-Christ's phone? Don't you think?"

I felt like telling him he's wrong. That he wasn't cruel. Sure he was mean to people, and to me, but just moments ago he had hugged me as I cried. Even after I threw that fit! I reddened a bit more. I felt horrible for saying those things...

"No, I didn't. I was covered in slushi and humiliated, no thanks to you." I threw my hands up.

We locked gazes for a few seconds.

If looks could kill...

He put his head in his hands and swore angrily before looking back at me. "Whatever Pipsqueak. When we get of of this damned forest, you're NEVER touching my things agin" He growled.

"Fine." I sighed. It's not like I'd touch it anyways. I was just happy he didn't kill me. Things could have turned out a lot worse. Damien scooted closer to the fire and stuck his hands out to warm them up, still upset.

I sighed and sat down too, better to be annoyed and angry than cold and dead.

Ok Pip, time to think!

We were lost. We had no food or water with us. I guess if we got thirsty we could simply eat some snow, however gross it might be. But what about food?

I looked up at the darkening sky. Another question appearing in my mind. "Where would we sleep?

"Um... Damien?" I asked, quivering a little as it broke the silence. Damien glared up at me and I cringed a little.

"What?" he growled.

"Uh..." I nervously bit my lip. "Where will we sleep?" I asked quietly. He didn't move or answer, or even look at me for a few seconds. I wondered if he had heard me.

"You will sleep there." He said finally, pointing to a large tree. I stared at it, until I noticed a hole in it's side.

I got up and walked over to it, peeking inside. It pretty small, and we'd probably have to crouch or sit. But it was better then freezing... right? I glanced at Damien. Would there be enough room for both of us?

Wait... Were we going to have to sleep all squished up together? Maybe freezing to death wouldn't be so bad...

"We won't be able to sleep laying down" I said.

"I know." He grumbled, angrily poking at the fire with a stick. Suddenly there was a large gust of wind. I almost fell over, but managed to get my balance. The fire flicked for a second, and the branches above us swayed, the movement seemed oddly haunting. Some snow from the branches fell off and landed right on Damien's head. He cursed and glared at the trees. If we weren't lost and irritated, I probably would have chuckled.

He stood up and brushed snow off himself as another gust of wind came. It was getting darker and colder, and the wind wasn't any help at all.

And then the fire went out.

After the fire went out I walked around, gathering more wood. Damien had left saying he was going to find some food. For some reason he had taken his ski pole with him. It had only been about fifteen minutes, but I was starting to worry. What if he got lost? And what if it got dark before he came back?

I sat down by the pile of sticks I had gathered and hugged my knees in close to my chest. I whimpered as I heard a strange noise. I squeezed my eyes shut and prayed that Damien would return soon. The darkness always played tricks on my mind, making me fear every little movement and sound. I remember back in grade 9 one of my classmates had found out I was afraid of the dark. He teased me about it until my first year in high school, then he just didn't bother with me anymore. I guess he got bored.

When I opened my eyes, it was pitch black except for the dim moonlight peeking through the branches above. The sudden sound of a twig snapping made me whip my head around and let out a squeak. My mind started jumping to conclusions. What if it was a bear? Or a wolf come to eat me.

SNAP!

I jumped and shrieked loudly, shaking like a leaf as scared tears started to spill down my cheeks.

"H-Hello?" I called, mind conjuring up images of bloodthirsty wolves. "I-I'm not very tasty! J-Just skin and bones!" I whimpered.

"Pipsqueak, the fuck are you talking about?" Damien asked, tapping me on the shoulder from behind. I screamed and turned around sharply, about to hit whatever was behind me, but Damien grabbed my wrist and put a finger to my lips.

"Shh, shh! Calm down, it's just me." he said in a hushed voice. I started to relax and when he was sure I wouldn't attack him, he released me. I let out a relieved sigh.

Most people would do the opposite of relax if the anti-Christ suddenly popped up behind them.

"You okay? What's wrong?" He asked, staring at me with concern. I looked away, not wanting to admit anything that might hint at my fear of darkness.

"I-I-I'm fine!" I stuttered, still refusing to look at him.

"Don't lie. You're shaking. And I can tell it's not from the fucking cold." He said, sounding a little annoyed. "Now tell me what's wrong."

"N-Nothing." I said, finally looking at him. He looked unimpressed and impatient, so I gulped and added "You just... scared me is all." I said with a nervous laugh. He rolled his eyes and walked towards the tree we'd be sleeping in. Hesitantly, I followed.

"So... uh... Did you find anything to eat?" I asked, trying to create conversation. All I got was a grumbled response, so I took that as a no.

"Get it." he said, pointing to the hole. I paused but obediently crouched down and shuffled in. I tried to get comfortable as I waited for Damien to crawl in. Instead, I heard and saw his feet walking until he reached the log. I couldn't see what he was doing, but I could hear him sit on it and move around.

"Um..." I said, slowly peeking my head out of the hole. "Damien, aren't you coming in too?"

He was lying down on the log and didn't lift his head. "No. There's not enough room. Just go to sleep."

I didn't move for a few seconds. Then finally, I crawled out of the hole and started kicking at the hole, trying to make it bigger. My weak kicks didn't do much, but I was going to try anyways. Damien turned over and looked at me.

"Pip, the fuck are you doing? It's big enough for you already." he mumbled tiredly. "Just get back inside and shut the fuck up."

I stopped my kicking, breathing hard from my efforts. "But..." I paused, taking a few tired breaths. "I need to make room for you too."

Damien blinked, staring at me with a blank expression. He rolled his eyes and sat up, wincing from lying on the hard log, and stood up. He walked over and put a hand on my shoulder.

"It's fine, you don't have to do that. Just sleep, alright?" he mumbled. Letting go and turning to head back to the log. I grabbed his wrist and he stopped, looking at me, waiting for me to say something. I pulled him closer to the hole and crouched down again, pulling him down with me. I pressed my back against the back of the hole and sat down on my bum, trying to make as much room as possible.

"Get in."

With a sigh, he listened. He got on his hands and knees and crawled in awkwardly. Once he finally managed to squeeze in I was thankful it was too dark to see my face. The two of us were squished together awkwardly, Damien pressed between my legs. I bit my lip and turned my head to the side. My head was a little lower than his chin, but I was thankful our faces weren't shoved close together. It took a few seconds to adjust and try to get as comfortable as possible in the tight space, and a silence followed afterwards, only broken by our breathing. It was darker in here than it was outside, there was no moon to provide any light. I tried to suppress a whimper. I heard Damien chuckle and I tried to look up at him. He was looking down at me with what I think was an amused smile (it was too dark to really tell).

"You afraid of the dark?" he asked. My face turned pink and I was glad it was too dark for him to notice.

"N-No!" I whispered, trying to hide the shaking in my voice. He didn't say anything else and I looked down again, squeezing my eyes shut tight.

Don't think of the dark, don't think about it, don't do it...

I whimpered and, without thinking, wrapped my arms around Damien. I buried my face in his shoulder and quivered. He didn't make me move. He just ran a hand through my hair and rested his chin on top of my head.