Dear Sophie

First Name Basis

I stared at the cabin in wonder as the boy shook out his dirty blonde hair. It had brick walls and a chimney, and a small balcony on the roof. The cabin looked like something directly out of Snow White, minus the dwarves. A small thud landed at my feet.

I looked down to find my bag, then looked back up to see the boy smiling at me. "What?" I asked, now incredibly self-conscious as I placed my bag back on my shoulders, "Do I have a twig in my hair?" He snorted and leaned over, brushing wet leaves off of my jacket.

"More like an entire forest." The boy leaned back and nodded his head in the direction of the cabin, "What do you think? It's mine, ya know." I raised my eyebrows sarcastically.

"Oh really? Well that's good because I was starting to think that we'd stumbled upon a witches cabin. Glad that that's sorted." he rolled his eyes as we started to walk up the stone pathway towards his home.

"No, really. What do you think?" We reached the front door, which was made of oak. A small circular window peeked out at the top of the door.

I contemplated his question as he grabbed a chain from around his neck. A black key was strung on it, and he used it to open the door. The boy gave me a questioning look, waiting for an answer. "It's very..." I struggled for the right word,"...fairytale." I managed to finish. To my amazement, the boy laughed.

We stepped inside the cabin and the first thing that I noticed was how spacious it was. There were multiple doors leading into God-knows-where, and few windows. The boy slipped out of his jacket and took my bag again.

He led me into one of the rooms (which turned out to be a bedroom with an attached bathroom) and set my bag down in a wooden rocking chair. "Okay. We met about an hour ago, and for some reason, I still don't know your name."

I turned away from one of the windows to find him leaning against the door frame. "Well we were a bit busy, trying to outrun a werewolf and all." I walked over to the queen sized bed, which was in the center of the room, and sat down with a huff. He raised an eyebrow at me.

"So..? Your name is..." I rolled my eyes and sighed. When I still hadn't answered (because I was debating if I should give him my actual name, or my alias) he detached himself from the door frame and crossed the room in a single stride, stopping a few feet away from me.

The boy stuck out his hand and grinned. I cautiously shook his hand, and his smile grew, until dimples appeared in his cheeks.

"Hi. I'd like to start over, my name's Adam." He ran his hand through his hair, and looked at me as if he was asking for approval. When I didn't laugh or scream and run away, he continued, "So... I'm 18 years old, and I hunt mythical creatures for a living. The pay is awful and I hardly ever get thanked, which sucks brutally. My father is MIA and my mother is a lawyer. She thinks that I enrolled into the military."

He sat down next to me on the bed, his weight causing the old springs to creak. We sat there in an incredibly awkward silence until he stood up again,"So what about you? I was kind of hoping that this would be a taking turns type of thing. Not an 'I speak and you sit there silently judging me' thing."

I snorted at his comment, but looked down at my hands nervously. I had decided that I could trust him, but that meant the whole truth. Which I was so not ready to share. So I would only give him a piece of the massive jigsaw puzzle which was my life.

"Hi, Adam." I slowly picked myself off of the bed, looking back up at him when I was standing up. "My name's Sophie, and I'm 17 years old. Both of my parents were hunters, so I was raised into the life. They're gone, now..." I trailed off, accidentally leaving the conversation in the worst lull possible. It was awkward for a few minutes, we were both standing there, looking at anywhere but each other, then I heard a small whisper.

"I'm sorry. About your parents." I looked back up at Adam and gave him a sad smile. I needed to change the subject. This was becoming way to depressing.

"So, Adam." He smiled at my use of his name, "How do you have a secret meadow inside of a secret part of the woods? Care to explain?" He smiled and walked over to the door, placing one of his hands on the frame.

"Get cleaned up and meet me in my meadow in half an hour. I'll explain everything then, Sophie." Adam walked out of the room and closed the door, leaving me alone to make myself a presentable human being.

I snorted at that thought. "As if that could ever happen." I muttered to myself. And with that cheery statement, I grabbed my backpack and walked into the bathroom.

A/N: Hello! What do you think so far?