You and Drake have been dating for a few months now and have known each other for 3 years. You both spend most of your time together, but not to much to the point both of you are sick of each other. One thing you learned about him is that he Loves the woods. He grew up in them. His whole family is from the middle of no where. You on the other hand grew up in the middle of the city. Sure parks, trees, but no wild life besides squirrels, birds, worms, ect. You had polar opposite childhoods, yet y'all got along perfectly.

Sun shines through the tree leaves casting patterns on the dirt path. Drake wanted to show you something, but you didn't know it would be in the middle of the woods, over 2 miles away from any civilization. He walks in front of you guiding the way down the winding path. He looked so excited to show you, so you didn't dare to complain. The path was bumpy with a bunch of holes. You weren't wearing the right shoes and your feet were hurting. Suddenly, you tripped causing you to twist your ankle, scrape your knees, and yelp. Drake turned around quickly and rushed over to you. He kneels down beside you and holds your ankle.

"Are ya ok?" He asks worriedly. You know you couldn't walk due to how much pain you were in. God, you hate the woods.