3: 3rd Person POV

As Megara pulled up to the gates that separated the road from Blackwood Pines, something moved in the corner of her eye. She stared out the window at it.

"What the heck is that?" The creature stared up at her. She stared back. It twitched before hurrying away from the blue and teal truck. As Megara watched it run off, she realized that it bore a striking resemblance to Josh. Her eyes widened.

"Josh! Josh, wait!" She pushed open the door and stepped out of the car, only to feel a weight fall on her body. She gasped for the air she lost, and looked up at the face.

"Shhh! Don't move!" They whisper- yelled. She looked at the face a bit longer.

"Mike?" She breathed.

"Shh!" She looked at Josh, who had turned around to look toward the truck. "Don't. Move. A. Muscle." Mike whispered in her face, causing it to warm up. Meg stared at the figure for a long period before it continued on it's way, leaving Mike and Meg on the ground, now covered in snow.

"Could you… get… off me now?" Megara struggled to get her words out. He lifted off her and she gasped. "God. You are a lot heavier than you look." She sat up and put her hands behind her head to help her.

"Sorry. That was a Wendego."

"Really? It looked an awful lot like…" She looked back at the footprints of the Wendigo.

"Yeah." She looked back at him, and let her hands fall into her lap.

"You mean…?"

Mike nodded. "That was Josh."

Megara looked down and breathed out. "So he's… dead."

"Well, yes and no. He's technically dead, but he's still living, if you can make sense of that."

"Oh." A shiver flew up her spine. "Jesus, it's freezing." Mike stood her up and picked up the coat she'd had in her arms before he'd tackled her. He put it around her shoulders and she zipped it up. "Thanks."

"No problem." They smiled at each other. He took her hand and began to lead her to the gates, and she began to ask questions.

"Why are you here, Mike? Are the others back, too?"

"Yeah. We just couldn't give up the tradition, and the Washingtons said they didn't mind it, so here we are."

"Cool. You know, what is Jessica gonna think when I tell her about that?" She pointed over her shoulder at the spot where they'd been moments before. Mike laughed.

"You always know how to make things worse, don't you?"

"It's a specialty. Sally Screw- Up- Your- Life."

"Oh, Hardy Har -Har."

"You're welcome!" Meg smiled stupidly as Mike looked at the gate.

"Can you climb in that? Gate's still broken." He gestured to her tight jacket, and skinny jeans. "How do you pull that off?" He said it in a whisper, so she didn't hear.

"Don't you worry about me." She waved him off. She playfully flicked her hair in his face, gave a coy little smile, and sashayed herself over to the wall. Mike smiled a "Ho- ly Crap" sort of smile.

She gripped the stone and pulled herself up, Mike watching her. "You know, you're pretty hot when you're climbing."

"Yeah right." She reached for the top of the wall and pulled herself the rest of the way.

"But, ya know what? I'm tellin' Jess that you said i'm hot." She said as she leaned over the wall and hopped down on the other side. She took off like a bullet once her feet hit the snow, making sure she'd be to the cabin before Mike. He was chasing her as fast as he could, but he hadn't been won pretty much every track meet at school.

(Yeah, Mike is in the story! Some other people other than some random lady we know NOTHING about is here! WOOOoooo…! *continues wooing until out of breathe* *coughs*)

P.S. Worst at descriptions of "romantic playfulness" so DEAL WITH IT!