An Evening, A Night

"They aren't real!" I yell at my best friend Clary as she continuously boasts about some weird creepypasta romance, lovey dovey, fan fiction that she found on a free web novel site.

"But, but..." Clary tries to deny my logic but it isn't working out well for her.

"But nothing. They can not be real. No matter how many fan fictions there are out there. Besides, do you really think that psychopathic murderers are just going to suddenly fall in love with you?" I ask her incredulously and I see a light blush cover her cheeks and neck. I shake my head in her direction as Tom, Nick and Jake are laughing at her from around the campfire.

"How do you know...?" Clary tries to dignify her actions, and I know that fan fiction can be misleading to some more innocent people, but she can not seriously want to go out into the woods to try and find one of her precious creepypasta's!

No, just no. That is most definitely one of her craziest ideas yet. Besides the fact that even though her beloved creepypasta's don't exist, there are probably still psychopaths out in the woods, just waiting for someone to wander into their clutches.

"I have read enough of the creepypasta stories to know..." I tell her, nodding at her shocked face. Who does she take me as? I am a horror aficionado. "If they did exist, at least there would be some actual proof. Besides the point that these fan fictions are putting these insane ideas into peoples heads that creepy child stalkers and cannibals are awesome to date and fall in love with! We are impressionable people!" I cry out, breathing deeply because of my rant. Clary simply sits there in dead silence and I am pretty sure everyone can tell that the guys are trying their best not to die laughing at us.

Clary looks up at me, a hurt expression on her face and showing in her liquid chocolate brown eyes. I know I shouldn't have freaked out on her for something like this, but her ideals are ridiculous, and the thought of a psycho even remotely thinking about letting you live is almost insanity. Also, she was wanting to go out into the woods to try and find Slenderman, or Jeff the Killer, or any of those other whosie-whatsits. She is pretty much asking to be raped and murdered in cold blood.

"Okay, okay, hahaha, okay." Nick says, making no sense at all as he is trying to speak through his laughter.

"What are you trying to say?" I ask him, raising my one eyebrow, wondering why he is even bothering to get in the middle of Clary and my small dispute.

After a few more minutes of the guys howling laughter filling the night sky, they finally calm down. Well, I guess they sort of calm down.

"So, what was that you were trying to say earlier?" Clary asks, her hands on her hips as she gives her twin brother the glare down of a lifetime.

"You guys are a riot." Jake states, clearly on the same train of thought as Nick.

"Exactly. One of you is a Horror nutcase and the other is a total sappy romantic. You guys are best friends but bring anything Horror or romance related and you'll battle it out like gladiators in the ring." Tom states while Nick and Jake show their support by nodding their heads. Clary and I both give them withering looks while crossing our arms over our chests. Nick and Tom cackle evilly but Jake sighs and wraps his arm around his girlfriend and kisses her on the temple.

"EW. No lovey dovey crap with my sister while I'm here!" Nick shouts while covering his eyes like he is terrified of the sight of a small yet simple gesture of affection.

Clary smiles evilly in her brother's direction before she turns to her boyfriend and starts kissing him. I roll my eyes, partially disgusted by their unnecessarily showy moment and partially happy for my two friends.

"Oh get over it Nick. You and Evie are just as bad." I tell him while rolling my eyes in his direction. I then stand and stretch my arms towards the sky. "I need to pee." I state bluntly. Everyone rolls their eyes at me.

"Then go...?" Tom says questioningly.

"That was the plan, Stan." I mutter before stalking off in the direction of the tent thing that holds the portable camping toilet.

My friends and I do this quite often. Whenever we all have a break in University or work at the same time we are always planning trips into the woods for camping.

I see the tall tent we set up not too far into the woods that holds the portable toilet for our business. I march right up to it and open the door, not bothering to look around. After I am finished I march out of the hut and start towards the glow of the fire.

Off to my right, deeper into the forest I hear a twig snap. My head quickly turns towards the sound as if on instinct, my feet coming to a quick stop. A twisting, uneasy feeling settling into the pit of my stomach. I see a flash of black hair disappearing into the distance. I try to get a better look at what, or whoever that was from my standing place but I can't. It isn't physically possible to strain my eyes that much to see off into the distance like that. Especially not at night in this environment.

I sigh heavily, realizing it was probably just another camper from somewhere else in the woods and that I was making this out to be a heck of a lot more than it really is. Maybe my friends are right, maybe I AM too obsessed with horror.

I attempt to shake off the weird gut feeling and start my trek back to my friends and our fire. Once I reach the burning pit I see that only Tom is still sitting by the fire.

"Where'd the rest of the gang go?" I ask him as I glance around. "I didn't think I took that long." I add, dragging out the a in that to emphasize my point while attempting to rid myself of the rest of that gut feeling. Maybe a little normal was all I needed.

Tom laughs at me while shaking his head back and forth, his kind of long white blond hair shaking with his heads movements.

"You didn't take long, but Clary was getting tired and you know Nick doesn't trust Jake with Clary." Tom muses and I snort.

"Oh yeah, Nick and his whole 'twin' thing." I mutter, using my fingers to put quotations around the twin in my words. Clary is a healthy twenty-two year old woman, and it’s not like Jake is some random person either. We have all been friends for a very long time. Nick needs to get over his whole overprotective brother thing.

"Yeah" Tom chuckles lightly at my pinched face before lightly adding. "If Evie were here, she'd calm him down." And before he even finishes his sentence I am nodding my head.

"Yeah, I miss Evie. But she is having a brilliant time over in England and she is super lucky to have even been accepted into that year-long exchange program." I sort of babble while Tom nods his head through my whole speech, agreeing with every word that I am saying.

"She'll be back in, what, six months?" Tom inquires and I smile. Happy that my best friend would be coming home and I would be able to finally see her in person instead of through sucky webcam's and discord meets.

"Yeah. Nick should be ecstatic when she comes home." I grin, finishing my sentence before a huge yawn escapes Tom. His mouth opens so wide that I start to wonder if a black hole has come to earth.

"Woah, I think I might head in for the night." Tom says and I just raise my eyebrow at him questioningly.

"So you're just going to leave your poor, defenseless friend out here all alone?" I ask him mockingly and he snorts at me.

"Yeah, poor and defenseless my ass." Tom mutters under his breath, almost like he doesn't want me to hear him. "No, I'm leaving my strong, capable, insomniac friend to watch the fire until it burns down to the coals. Then maybe she'll go curl up on a bench in the trailer while everyone else sleeps." He tells me in the same mocking tone I used with him. I let out a large huff of breath while rolling my eyes at my friend. Boy, I seem to be doing that a lot lately.

"Okay, you run along now and get some sleep." I tell Tom, shooing him off with a few flicks of my wrist. Tom snickers before patting my head and then heading off to the trailer.