Ross's pov -8 years later-
I walk through the woods, alone. Dad and I agree I'm old enough to live on my own, being 19. I find a small clearing and sit down. The clouds are intoxicating. I see a shadow and turn around. A guy around my age and about an inch taller than me is standing there. I start to pull out my knife. "Woah, relax, I'm gonna give you a moment," He says, holding up his hands. I study him. He not really tan or pale. He's ginger with a small beard. He wears mostly black with a...a gold. Z. Necklace. I laugh and hug him. He hugs back and laughs with me. "Wolf! How did you get here?" I ask, still hugging him. "I moved out of Father's house, and eventually came here. Then, I saw you sitting there, and knew it was you, because of the bandages and the rabbit," He replies, laughing at the last part. Yeah, I still have that old thing. "I haven't seen you in 8 years!" I practically cry out. "Do you need help?" A voice says behind us. I turn around and pull out my knife. A girl probably, 18, stands there. She looks kind of like a magician of sorts. "You can put that away," She says, rolling her eyes. She then points to Max's shoulder, which he has a deep cut, still bleeding. "Max!" I yell. "What?" "Your damn shoulder!" I say, still yelling, actually. "Let me help. I'm a medic. My name's Clementine," Clementine says. I reluctantly nod, not putting my knife away. She pulls off his jacket and shirt to see the cut better. "This is gonna hurt," Clementine warns and lights a match. She then turns to me," Hold him down." I comply and she starts to burn the cut. "I don't even have to clean it, I guess you already did that," and he just nods. "Ok, there's that," I say when she finishes. She then rubs an ointment on the wound and bandages it. "Clem! Get away from them!" Someone yells and across the clearing are two more girls. "No!" She yells back and hands Max his clothing. The girls run over and I immediately recognize them. I smile, showing my teeth," Guess Clem did a good job fixing you up or you'd be dead." She glares and the other girl finally understands. "Hey, where's my knife, bitch?" She asks. "That wasn't smart," Max suddenly says, grabbing her and holding her own knife to her throat. "Ross, get their weapons," He orders and I comply, taking two knives off the unknown girl, and twin pistols and a knife off Clem. Max lets go of the one girl and she goes to her friend. "Names?" I ask. They don't answer. Max pulls out his hatchet. "Hey! He asked you something!" He growls, eyes red. Clem sighs, "That's Melanie, and Maxie." So Melanie's the one who I fought and Maxie's the one my Dad almost killed. I hand Clem back her weapons, but keep the other two's. "Thanks," She says and holsters her guns. "Why the fuck are you with them?" Maxie asks, looking pissed. "Max was injured, so I helped him out," She replies, shrugging. "Well, let's go," Melanie says and Max starts to laugh. "Give 'em their weapons," He says, still laughing. I hand them out and Max waves his hand. "Bye," Clem says, and they leave. "Well, that was not something I expected," I say. "Yeah," He replies, then walks over to me and hugs me again. I hug back and bury my face in his chest. He sits down and pulls me into his lap, so we don't break the hug. "I really missed you, but now I'm not letting you leave again," He say. I pull my head up to look at him. "What do you mean?" I ask. His face gets all red and he looks nervous.
Max's pov
He sits up better, still on my lap, and leans until his lips are right by my ear. "I think I know what you mean," He whispers. I grab his face and kiss him. He kisses back and his arms go around my neck while mine go to his waist. We pull apart for a breath and I laugh. "You have no idea how long I've wanted to do that," I say softly. He smiles his innocent smile.

"I think I might have a small idea," He whispers and leans forward, resting his forehead on mine. "I SHIP IT!" Someone yells and I see Clem not too far away.

(Btw guys, I'm Clem, and my two friends are Melanie and Maxie)