Things in the Wilderness had recently come to a plateau. No one was happy to be here per se, but at least everyone was getting along at the moment.

…Mostly.

“I seriously don’t give a fuck what you think, Shauna, I didn’t take your goddamn hunting knife!” You grumble lowly, back to the tree you both hide behind a short walk away from the cabin, blanketed in the heated whispers of petty argument.

The brunette glares with a gaze sharp enough to cut glass, but the effect is made soft by her deep brown irises. Like a cornered dog that doesn’t want to bite but willing if it has too. “Tai said you were in the attic last before it went missing, so you had to have taken it.”

“You’re so infuriating, I didn’t take the knife!” You gesture wildly with your hands, frustration on full display. “Maybe Nat took it for hunting or some shit. It’ll turn up!”

“Well why were you in the attic anyways?” Shauna mutters, arms crossed. “You need to stay out of my stuff.”

“I wasn’t in your goddamn stuff!” The snap of a twig and rustle of bushes from behind you both causes the argument to come to a pause.

“Shauna!” The tinny voice of Misty rings through the air, calling for the brunette hidden behind the tree with you.

“Oh great, just what we fuckin’ need, Misty Quigley sticking her nose where it do—“ Your snippy sentence is cut off by the feeling of warm, rough lips.

Oh my god.

Shauna is kissing you.

You freeze, unsure whether to punch her, kiss her back, or run away. So naturally, you push her despite the butterflies in your belly.

“What the fuck?! You can’t ju-“

“Shut the fuck up!” And suddenly her mouth is on yours again.

This time, after a moment of half-hearted struggle, you settle for kissing her back; body relaxing back against the tree bark and hands awkwardly fumbling to grasp her shoulders.

Shauna doesn’t seem to know what to do with her limbs either, seeing as her hands hover in the air just above your waist like she’s unsure whether or not to find purchase there; but eventually she settles.