The Lands Where We Meet

"If we get caught, I'm selling you out." I whispered to my cousin trying not get hit by any branches.

Malcolm just laughed. "Gee love you too Charlie. We are almost there." He said being careful not to step into any dirt or mud.

You must be confused. Well I'm Mimi Johnson. Yea I know he called me Charlie but that's an inside joke. And the weirdo I'm with is my cousin Malcolm Smith. Yes we are cousins, though people think we are twins. We even act like it. We just don't look the same. I have green eyes, he has brown, I am short, he is tall, you get the idea.

Right now we are on private property to see the deer rub. Malcolm has been going on and on about it saying that the deer was a big buck. I got to tell ya it was beautiful. Pine trees all in a row, going for miles, then pond with ducks and fish. I wish I had this land, the ideas i could do with it were endless.

We walked for what seemed like hours, in between the fence to our property and the pine trees. I started to think Malcolm got us lost again. I heard leafs and twigs crunch, and it didn't sound like ours.

"Um Malcolm are you sure the owner is not here? Cause I think I heard something." I said inching closer to him. Yes I am kind of a coward, but better safe then sorry I sometimes say. Okay I don't really say that but still.

"You chickening out now. And yes I always know when they are here." He said still walking not noticing the eyes following.

"Are you stalking them? Well I knew you were weird but now I think your mental." I laughed forgetting about the noise.

"Okay now we have to be quiet. We take a turn here." Malcolm said pointing to a big trail in the pine woods.

"Hey did you know that guy razor are better then chick razors?" I said randomly.

Malcolm who is used to this asked. "And how do you know this may I ask?"

"Well I was in the shower-"

"Something I don't want to image in my mind." Malcolm interrupted.

"-and I reached out to get my razor and found it gone so I just grabbed the dudes razor and it was so smooth." I didn't notice the interruption.

"Why did I ask?" Malcolm sighed, shaking his head.

"Because curiosity. We all have it, it just didn't kill us yet." I said looking in the pine trees.

"Oh right, I almost forgot about that. Thanks for reminding me." He said eyes the ground for deer prints. "Hm theres wolf prints. I didn't know we had them here." He said looking around.

"Hold on I want to take a picture of this." I said taking out my camera.

When I turned I froze.

"Um Malcolm. What is that?" I whispered. Malcolm sighed and turned. He looked shocked when he saw the same thing I did.

It was a huge wolf. It'f fur was grayish, with specks of white on it's chest, snot and tail. He was very pretty actually.

"He sure is pretty." Few out of my mouth, not even thinking.

Malcolm looked at me like I was crazy, which I think I am.

"We are standing in front of a man eating wolf and all you can say is 'he sure is pretty'? I knew you weren't that bright but damn how nuts are you?" Malcolm hissed at me.

I pouted, putting on a sad face, with my eyes looking near tears. "I'm so sorry. But you didn't have to be so mean." Then I just ran. Hell if he was going to call me stupid then I'll just leave his sorry ass there. Bastard.