Elizabeth

"'Um yeah... Not so sure why that was funny...' She said to herself."
"Why are you narrating?" Her friend replied.
"'Hmmm...' Thought her other friend as she tried to decide on a reasonable response.'"
"What do mean other friend?" Her friend looked puzzled. "I thought it was just you and I?"
"Oh," She said. "I didn't realize that that was how we were supposed to word it."
"Well, you're the main character," Her friend replied, the fire between them crackling. "And I'm the "friend"."
She fell silent, thinking. The log she was sitting on was damp.
"'Wait, we're on FIRE?!' Shouted the fabulous, flawless, and sassy, heroine who was soo confused and worried that she would catch flame," She said finally.
"A campfire, genius," Her golden-blonde friend snickered. "In a fire-pit. We're safe."
"'Oh, we're camping,' Thought our lovely heroine as she tried to think of a story she could tell her friend over the whirling flames."
"For now..."
"'Oh, why thank you for such a compliment, why I am a genius!' Replied our gorgeous hero."
"Are you trying to narrate our life, girl?" She added.
"Maybe..." She glanced away, mocking guilt. "Know any good stories?"
"Cause what you're saying that won't effect the reality and we are defenetly safe!" She huffed not feeling so sure of herself.
Her friend laughed heartily at her friends dismay. A darken expanse of trees surrounded them.
"No, but I think you might have a good ghost story or two up your sleeves, you are a writer after all," The girl responded to her friend.
"I'm not one for writing horror," She replied, rubbing her chin in thought. "But I suppose I could give it a try."
"I'd like that very much." She said.
"Alright... Hold on," Her friend smiled.
"It is the dead of night," Her friend began.