Who. Dahlia, Jenny, and Mike. Where. Dahlia's parents' lakeside cabin. What. AU: Last Haunted House on the Hill. Dahlia and Jenny sneak off to her parents' cabin in the woods, but unfortunately for them, they're miles from civilization and, of course, there's no cellphone service. They're also not the only ones in the woods. When. Halloween night. Rating. High. Probably really high, depending.
"You're gonna love this place, Jenn!" They'd been on the road for upwards of four hours now, and the only thing for miles were the thick curtains of trees on either side of the two lane road. She took the curves faster than she should have, but her Cadillac handled them with ease. They were just half an hour away from the dirt road that would eventually lead them down to the three-story, lakeside cabin her parents owned. As far as they knew, she and Jenny were on their way to their freshman orientation. Rather than spend a weekend with a bunch of sloppy college students, they decided to instead make the trip out to the cabin and spend some ... quality time together. Besides, they would have plenty of opportunities to meet the other college freshmen. How many chances would they get to do something like this?
"Seriously, it's beautiful. It sits right on the lake, and the closest house is, like, ten miles away." Usually, Dahlia complained about the lack of cellphone reception or the fact that there wasn't even dial up internet available, but it wouldn't be an issue with Jenny there. Something told her that they'd find ways to occupy their time. "It'll probably be too cold to swim, but I was thinking we could start up a fire, maybe make some s'mores. I made the best playlist for the weekend." Slowly, almost tentatively, her fingers snaked their way across to Jenny's and interlocked with them, momentarily shooting the blonde a sideways grin. Dahlia wasn't sure which was more thrilling - the fact that she got to spend an entire weekend alone with Jenny or the fact that they weren't supposed to be there to begin with.
Either way, it was bound to be one hell of a weekend.
Between the two of them, they brought enough snacks to feed a small army and enough booze (well, that was all Dahlia's) to quench the thirst of an even bigger one. "And it's off season, which means there won't be anyone around to bother us."
By the time they reached the dirt road, the sun was beginning to set low on the horizon, splashing the water with a glaze of gold and red. Even Dahlia, who was every bit the city girl she'd been raised to be, always thought it was damn near perfect out here. It was no wonder that her parents came out so often.
It didn't take much longer for Dahlia's phone to give a little beep of distress when it lost its signal, so she simply switched it off and tossed it in the glove compartment. It wasn't like it'd be much use, anyway. "If you want to make a call, you've gotta drive back out to the main road. Every now and then you'll be able to, like, get one bar in the cabin, but it's not very often, and even then it doesn't last more than a few seconds. I guess it makes it more authentic or some shit," she snorted, pushing her pink glasses higher up on her delicate nose.
Fifteen minutes later, and the two of them were rolling to a stop in front of the cabin. "This is it," Dahlia mused as she slid out of the driver's side. There was just barely enough daylight left to make out the shape of the cabin. It was totally dark inside, without so much as a single light to offer any assistance, but that was only momentary. All it would take was a few flips of some switches, and the place would be flooded with light. "Pretty, right? I told you." Dahlia hefted her many bags onto her shoulders and dug into her pocket for the keys.