Day 1: Battery operated. (Liam Dunbar)

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You told yourself you'd only be going out for a few hours. Told your parents that you'd be back before eight.

You had to collect data on fireflies for a school project, thus having to go out at night. So, with your school book and some pens in your backpack and a battery operated flashlight in hand you headed out into the woods.

Things were fine for a while, happily taking down the necessary information on the flying bugs until you noticed you'd wandered off the path and into an unfamiliar part of the woods. Nothing was recognisable, and although trees typically looked like any other tree you really don't think you've ever seen the trees you were currently surrounded by.

You tried to remain calm, but still found yourself panicking when you failed to find the path you were previously on. Rethinking your decision, you figured bringing a friend would have been a better idea, but it was too late now. You were here. You got yourself lost, so you were going to have to get yourself unlost.

With your flashlight creating a dimly lit orange glow, you ventured further into the woods; weaving through trees and around bushes. The fireflies had disappeared, making it even harder for you to find your way back.

You fished your phone out of your pocket, suddenly remembering you had the device. In an attempt to call your parents, no signal flashed on the screen. You sighed, your anxiety only growing as you stuffed the rectangular object back into your pocket and kept walking.

You were really lost now. The quietness of the surrounding area would be soothing on any other day but right now it was too quiet. It made you uneasy, more hyperaware of the sounds you made with each step, the hooting of nearby birds.

Just when you thought your situation couldn't get any worse, your flashlight began to falter. The light was disappearing and reappearing again, only to disappear once more. You hit the light against your hand a couple of times in desperation to get it work again, but to no avail it refused to turn back on.

"You've got to be kidding me," You muttered.

Now, with no light at all you were forced to carry on in pitch darkness. Looking up, you squinted into the darkness in front of you. Once your eyes adjusted, you made cautious steps in the direction you hoped would lead you back towards home.

You would have had to of been walking for at least ten more minutes when suddenly you got your foot caught in a tree root, sending you tumbling to the ground and down a steep drop.

Somewhere along the way down you bumped your head on a hard object, leaving you bleary eyed and dizzy for a brief period before you finally passed out.

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When you regained consciousness some time later, it took you a moment to realise that you were being carried by someone. Their strong arms were cradling you to their body, holding you securely bridal style to ensure they didn't drop you.

You glanced up at the person, your throbbing head making it hard to focus but you manage to notice it was a boy.

"Hey," He spoke gently, looking down at you with a small smile while he continued to walk.

You frowned at him, eyebrows drawn in tightly, "Who are you?"

"Liam," He simply answered. "Found you at the bottom of a ditch. You must've hit your head, and I didn't want to leave you out here on your own."

"Where are we going?"

"You wandered pretty far into the woods, the exit is at least a twenty minute walk away. I have a friend who lives out here, only a couple of minutes away. He'll fix you up and we can catch a ride back into town with him. He won't mind."

You must have looked uneasy, because Liam's face well sightly.

"Do you trust me?" He asked.

"Certainly not," You replied quickly.

"Why not?"

"You could be some axe murderer for all I know."

He laughed slightly, chest vibrating and making your head bounce slightly in which you closed your eyes in pain.

"I think I would have killed you by now."

"Feels like you have already," You mumbled, moving one of your hands to your head to press against the bump on your head.

"Hey, relax, okay? We'll get your head fixed up then my friend will drive you straight home."

You nodded gently, relaxing into Liam's hold. You let your eyes slip closed, though refused your body from sleeping. You put your trust into this boy as he continued to carry you further into the woods until he was approaching a house.

"We're here." He spoke suddenly, causing you to open your eyes. You glanced over at the house in front of you, and you raised your eyebrows.

"Derek Hale's house?" You questioned, and Liam looked down at you in surprise.

"You know him?"

"I know of him," You corrected. "I'm friends with Scott."

The look of surprise on Liam's face only grew, "I am too. I'm surprised we haven't met before."

You nodded, but before you could speak any more the front door of the house was opening and none other than Derek Hale himself was walking out onto the porch.

"Liam," Derek mumbled. "What are you doing here?"

"I have a friend," The boy carrying you mumbled. "She's hurt."

"I know, I can smell the blood," Derek mumbled. He looked hesitant for a moment, but eventually sighed. "Come on, then. Bring her inside."

Liam carried you up onto the porch and inside, depositing you on the couch where Derek at pointed to. You sat quietly, watching as Derek gathered up a couple of things before making his way toward you.

It wasn't a long process, fixing up the gnash on your head. With a wet towel Derek ridded your head of the blood, then observed it for a moment before he declared that it wasn't at all bad.

You were relieved, letting out a slight sigh before thanking Derek.

He nodded at you, "Not a problem. So, shall we head out now? I bet your parents are worried."

Although a drive home would be quicker, you could do with the fresh air. Plus, if Liam was willing to walk back with you, you really would have loved to spend some more time with him.

"Can we walk back?" You asked Liam.

The boy looked taken aback for a moment before he nodded, "Um, yeah. Sure, of course."

You smiled at him before turning back to Derek, "Thanks again for fixing me up, even if all you did was wipe away some blood. You just saved me a lot of explaining to my parents."

Derek smiled lightly, sending you a nod before he walked Liam and yourself to the front door. After saying your goodbyes, Liam and you were walked back into the forest. Before you managed to get far you realised that your flashlights batteries were still out.

"Oh, we don't have a light..."

Liam smiled then, holding out your flashlight, "I found a couple more batteries for it."

"Thank you," You said, taking the light from him and switching it on. The same dim orange glow lit up the path as the two of you continued walking further and further into the forest until you were back where you started.

The fireflies were back. Like little stars they floated around Liam and yourself, some following you until you reached the end of the forest.

From there it was another five minute walk, but it all ended too quickly. Liam and you were talking about your favourite movies when you finally arrived at our house, the conversation dying down once you reached the front door.

Turning to face Liam, you pushed yourself up on your tippy toes and allowed yourself to press a kiss to his cheek, "Thank you."

He grinned down at you, a blush evident on his cheeks, "I'll see you around?"

"Definitely." You replied.

Although you had a lot of explaining to do and your parents were mad that you didn't call your happy mood didn't once falter. Who knew getting lost in the woods could lead to something—someone—so wonderful.