For My friends

How We Met

                                                                                         ~~Fin's POV~~

It was a dark and stormy night in the mountains. Snow was falling with a mixture of rain so i couldn't go hunt. I grab some deer meat from my last hunt and munch on it. Sometimes I wish I had some company. I hear pounding on my cabin door sounding like a human. There is no people out here. I grab my small pistol and walk slowly towards the door. A man about my age with brown hair and brown eyes.

"What the hell" I mumble. There is no people here. I'm supposed to be alone.  I shrug, put my pistol down and let the freezing man in.

"Thank you so much man, I was about to die out there" the person said gasping for air. I completely ignore him as I look at what he was wearing. A football jersey and shorts. 

"What are you wearing" I said with a laugh. He looked like he belonged in California.

"My football jersey, you got a problem with that dude" he said all defensively. "I bet you don't even know what football is." 

I looked shocked at him and a little bit angry. Who was he to say something like that when I let him not freeze to death.

"I know what football is dummy, but why the hell are you wearing it in the middle of Alaska" I yelled. I felt bad for yelling at him, he seemed like a great guy but i just got angry.

"I got lost" he shrugged. 

                                                                             ~~Mitchell's POV~~

"Come on Patrick" I yelled from the living room. "We need to get to Alaska now." My family is in Alaska so Patrick, my step brother is coming with me.

"Shut up dude, i'm packing art supplies" he yells. Feisty one isn't he. When hes done packing i grab both of our suit cases and throw them into the car.

                                                                               ~~~TIME SKIP~~~

Patrick and I arrive in Alaska finally and we grab a cab.

"Where to" the driver asks.

"Here" I say as i show him the location. He nods as we head on our way. 

We were driving as many mountains pasts us. This didn't seem right. The cab stops as the driver gets out and throws our suit cases in the snow. 

"out, now" he demands holding a gun. What the crap?!? Patrick and I do as he says. He gets in the cab and speeds away.

"Come on, we have to find shelter" I say as Patrick nods. We grab out suit cases and walk for what seemed like hours until we saw a wooden cabin. 

I tell Patrick to wait here as I check out the house. I knock quietly on the door.

                                                                       ~~Fin's POV~~

There was another knock on my door. I dont bother grabbing my pistol and open the door to see a man with a suit case. 

I motion for him to come in as he smiles widely and puts his suit case next to my bed. He runs out and gets someone else. What is this a party? 

"I'm Patrick and this is my Step brother Mitchell" the one with shaggy brown hair said. I fake smile. What the hell am I going to do now?

A/N Thank you so much for reading part 1! I worked so hard on this and if MOOY, COWY, and QUACKER is reading this then my goal is complete! Anyways i know this is a weird fan fiction but it will get somewhat normal soon xD......IF I AM NORMAL MUHHAHAHAHA!!!! Anyways good bye my fellow cookie crumbs!

~Cookie out~