Okay, this is technically two stories, because I wrote one and didn't really like it so I wrote another one, but then I reread the first one and it really wasn't that bad, but I couldn't decide which to post...So I decided on both. By the way, the first story is the second that I wrote, the second story is the first that I wrote.

"I spy with my little eye something that is…green." Horace said. He looked at Will expectantly.

"Is it my cloak?" Will asked in an irritated voice. They were lost in the forest, trying to find something familiar, probably going to die if they didn't, but Horace still thought it was a good idea to play I Spy.

"No, Will. Just because someone mentions the color green, that doesn't automatically mean they're looking at your cloak."

"Well, the past three times you've done my cloak, so it seemed like the best answer."

"Well, you're walking in front of me, so of course I'll see your cloak."

"Well you're stupid."

"Well you're a fun-sucker."

Will turned around and raised one eyebrow at Horace. "You do realize that this is a serious situation?"

"What?"

"Really? We're lost in the woods, Horace!"

Horace looked around. "No we're not."

"Yes we are! We've been wandering the woods for hours because of that fact!"

"Really? I thought we were just walking."

Will closed his eyes. "Yes, because everyone goes walking for hours through unfamiliar woods just because they feel like it!" He said sarcastically.

"But I've known where we were this entire time."

Will looked at Horace sharply. "What?"

"I've known where we were this entire time," Horace said in a louder tone.

"Then why didn't you say something?"

"Because, I though you knew where we were too."

"You know what would be disturbing?" Will said to Horace. They were skipping stones on a lake, or rather, Will was skipping stones and Horace was throwing rocks.

"What?" Horace tried to throw his stone flatter, but it still just sank.

"Getting a paper cut on your eye."

Horace winced. "Why would you even bring that up?"

"I dunno. It just occurred to me," Will said as he threw another stone, which skipped a few times before sinking to the bottom of the lake.

Horace shook his head. "I don't want to be thinking about things happening to my eyes while I'm trying to focus on skipping stones."

"You aren't skipping stones, Horace. You're throwing rocks."

"Exactly why I need to focus." Horace said as he threw another rock, which promptly sank and landed on a turtle that just so happened to be swimming past at that exact moment. He didn't notice, of course.

Will rolled his eyes and threw a stone that skipped four times before it finally sank. Will cast a meaningful look at Horace. "You don't need focus to skip stones. You need talent.

"Well maybe I'd have some talent if you didn't keep distracting me with creepy eye…things."

"Well maybe I'd stop distracting you if you had some talent."