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Who: Annie and Mitchell
What: Hanging out at the bonfire
Where: On the beach
When: During Mavis' party
Rating: PG
Status: Complete



Annie was glad to get out of the house, and so when Mitchell thought they should go to Mavis’ party on the beach, she was all too happy for it. She got on her swim suit and then put on a pair of shorts and a tank top over it and headed out with him. The party had been nice. Very mellow and lots of fun. She’d played some games and things with the others.

The bonfire had been going for a while and she was seated next to Mitchell on a large blanket. Dusting off her hands, she picked up her drink and took a sip. It was really nice actually. The sun had set ages ago. Her legs stretched out before him, she nudged him playfully. “Not falling asleep, are you?”

Even if Mavis hadn’t been able to go out during the day today, Mitchell still would have thought that having a night time beach party would have been a good idea. It made things much nicer, temperature wise and being from Ireland, Mitchell didn’t tan well. He wasn’t pale exactly, but when he was out in the sun for long periods of time, he did tend to burn, so a beach party at night was much more enjoyable. Although, they had shown up a few hours before the sun had set to enjoy a little sun, considering his eyes didn’t seem to be affected anymore.

Unlike Annie, Mitchell had chosen to wear jeans, but he’d left his fingerless gloves and jackets at home and had chosen a simple black t-shirt instead. He was glad that she was having fun and nudged her back, smirking, “Not at all. Wide awake.” He was enjoying sitting with her and being close to her and part of him wanted to do it more, but at the same time, he was afraid she’d get hurt if he transitioned completely.

Night time beach parties were much better than getting sunburned. She hadn’t been looking forward to that at all. Even with a bunch of sunblock, she got too red for her liking. Not to mention that it was nice out. The sun just made everything hot. Now it was cool and relaxing. “Oh good. Thought you might be falling asleep over there. Fire is pretty hypnotizing though. Just watching it.” She glanced over at the bonfire and then back to him.

“We should go camping or something sometime.” If he could still go camping. She wasn’t sure how much longer he’d be able to go out during the day.

Mitchell nodded in agreement to the comment about the fire, “It is. Probably shouldn’t stare into it for too long though, might start being things.” He grinned over at her then picked up his beer bottle from where he’d made a little hole for it in the sand beside the beach towel.

His brows rose slightly at her suggestion, “Camping? I’ve never been camping before. Could be interesting. Have you ever gone?” If she was worried about him going out in the sun, it appeared, from the dreams, that the only thing the sun affected were his eyes. Otherwise he was perfectly safe going out during the day.

She laughed a little and finally tore her attention away from the crackling fire. “Did anyone bring s’mores? Because you can’t really have a bonfire without it. But I haven’t seen any.” Which was a total shame. S’mores were really good. They were probably really messy though. “Just when I was little. It’s fun if you like the outdoors. And if it doesn’t rain. It’s just nice to get away from all the crap, y’know?”

Mitchell glanced around at the other people around the bonfire then the other items surrounding them, “I’m sure there’s ingredients for s’mores somewhere around here.” He took another sip of his beer and smirked slightly, “Would we share a tent?” Why yes, Mitchell was flirting just a little bit. Over the last few weeks that Annie had been living with him, he had come to realize that he cared greatly for her. He was sure that part of that was because of the dreams, but even without the dreams, he was fairly certain that he would find her attractive; after all, who wouldn’t?

Annie looked around and got up on her knees so that she could look around properly. Oh yes there were some here and there. Her cheeks blushed a bit and she shrugged a little. “Well I don’t mind sharing a tent. As long as you stay in your own sleeping bag,” she told him teasingly. It was a little odd that she cared so much about him, but she supposed that had to do with the fact that he’d really helped her. The dreams helped too.

Glancing towards a bag nearby, he spotted all the ingredients for s’mores and since it didn’t seem like they belonged to anyone in particular, he grabbed it and set it down in front of Annie, “There you go.” He finished off his beer then reached into the bag for the pack of graham crackers and broke one off then took a bite, “I think I could make that promise.” He smirked, wondering what it’d be like to go camping with Annie.

“Why thank you.” She took the graham crackers, and chocolate and got them assembled. Then she grabbed a stick and stuck some marshmallows on so that she could hold it over the fire. He was really set on making her blush a lot. “You think? Well I hope no bears eat you in the middle of the night.” Annie stuck her tongue out at him and then put the warm gooey marshmallow between the other ingredients.

As he ate his graham cracker, he watched her assemble her s’more, “Does this mean I should look up campgrounds then?” Camping would definitely be a new experience, but Mitchell rarely turned down doing something new. That was one reason he’d auditioned for X-Factor in the first place. He reached towards the nearest cooler and got out another beer, “Have you had any new dreams?” He asked as he popped the top off the bottle.

“I think you should. It sounds like fun. I mean it could only be for a day or two. In case it rains or it’s just awful.” Annie didn’t want to get eaten by mosquitos, but she wanted to try. That would be the fun part. “Then we can go get all of our camping equipment. It’ll be fun.” Good that was settled. They would go camping and hopefully have some fun. Oh right. The dreams. She cleared her throat and looked a little sheepish. “Yeah. I confronted Owen. About what he did to me. I mean somehow I got him to see me and I tried to scare him. It didn’t work very well.”

“I’ll start looking into it.” Mitchell smirked as he took a swig from his new beer, “Wait, you’re saying he wasn’t scared of you? You were the ghost of his dead fiance. He should have been wetting himself.” While Owen may not have killed Annie in the real world, he really hoped the other man would get what was coming to him. “Did I tell you I dreamt about the whole Tully thing not too long ago? If George ever gets his arse out here, can I smack him upside the dead?” Honestly, how could George have listened to that guy?

“Right? He should have been, but he wasn’t. He just called me a bunch of names and said how glad he was that he had killed me. Oh.. and that .. woman thing he was seeing after I died, he was probably hurting her too.” Annie really hoped that didn’t happen here. She didn’t want to have to talk to him, much less save some woman from his brand of crazy. “You most certainly can for that. Ugh. That Tully bloke.. he nearly um.. I thought he was going to try and attack me.”

Mitchell shook his head, frowning as they talked about Owen. How anyone could treat a girl like Annie like that was beyond him, “I’m glad I punched him.” It didn’t matter that it was only in this world, because that was where he really deserved it. Owen might have killed Annie in the dreams, but in the waking world, she’d gotten out before anything like that could happen, which Mitchell was grateful for. “That guy was such a twat.” Honestly, George, come on. When she said ‘bloke’ Mitchell couldn’t help but grin, “Using some slang from dream Annie, are we?” It was cute to hear her say various british slang with her American accent and he couldn’t help but tease her..

Ugh she could live her whole life without ever seeing that man again. How a man like that was around at all, was beyond her. “I’m glad you punched him too. Kind of sad that I haven’t gotten a chance to. I’d rather avoid him though.” Hopefully ghost!Annie would be able to figure out something that would scare the Jesus out of him, or find a way to just send him to hell. He deserved it. Her nose wrinkled at the thought of Tully touching her. It had felt so real. “He was.. were you around when George was all ‘he’s my twat’? That was so funny.” Annie laughed. “Oh god, I did. Didn’t I?” she nearly facepalmed. “I really have to stop doing that. I sound ridiculous.”

Mitchell laughed at the memory of that particular argument with George, “While the topic of that argument wasn’t funny, that part certainly was. I’m glad George came to his senses.” Mitchell couldn’t understand how George had gotten caught up in the whole, finally having another werewolf around thing, because he’d felt the same way with Herrick at first. but it was clear that Tully hadn’t been good for George. “No, it’s cute. Honestly.” He wondered if Annie’s accent from the dreams would ever bleed over, “Have you dreamt about Bernie?”

Annie giggled some more and then sobered up with a nod of her head. “Me too. Tully was no good for him.” Especially since he was the one that turned George. That bastard. They had all been turned into something against their will though, that was the sad thing. “It’s cute? Oh please.” Her cheeks blushed, though they might not be able to see since it was dark out. “The boy from across the road? Yeah. I mean I know what happened. Sort of. Where everyone was mad and thinking you were.. y’know.”

Talking about Tully reminded Mitchell of just how angry he’d become when she’d told him what the other werewolf had tried to do to her and that reminded him of the accidental kiss they’d shared and unconsciously, he brought his fingers up to his lips. It was when she responded to his question that he was brought back to reality, “Yeah, that one. You’ve dreamt about the dvd that Lauren left, yeah? Apparently Bernie took that by accident instead of the dvd I told him to take and his mum saw him watching it.” Mitchell was beginning to think that only bad things happened to him, George and Annie, in the dreams.

It wasn’t like Annie had forgotten about the time that they’d accidentally kissed. Every time she thought about it, she started to blush and stammer. She tried not to think about it, especially around him. She nodded a little. “Unfortunately. I mean even though there wasn’t exactly anything to see. Except naked.. guy.” She wrinkled her nose. “Oh is that what happened? Yikes. Well that makes sense. I mean about why his mother completely flipped out. I’m sorry.”

Mitchell nodded and ran a hand through his hair, “You know what happened in the end, right? You were there when he got hit by the car, right?” He frowned slightly as he recalled what he’d wound up doing. He’d turned Bernie so that his mother wouldn’t be alone. Whether that was really the right thing to do, he didn’t know. While it was a completely different situation than with Lauren, he still felt guilty, but he would have felt worse if the kid had died.

Annie nodded a little, frowning slightly. “Yeah. I heard the commotion and then when I was coming out of the house.. people could see me.” It had been pretty surreal, and honestly she didn’t really blame Mitchell for turning Bernie. It wasn’t a good situation either way. The whole thing was pretty much a mess. “I’m sorry. It’s just a dream though. Remember that.” She reached over and grabbed his hand and gave it a squeeze.

Mitchell squeezed her hand back, returning the smile, “I know. They just feel so real though.” He could hope that things would get better in the dreams, but all things considered, he didn’t think so. After a moment, he let go of her hand and got to his feet, beer in hand, “I’m gonna go have a smoke. I’ll be back.” They might have been outside, but he didn’t want to smoke around her.

“They do, I know. I feel.. dead. It’s a really weird feeling. Sometimes I touch things just to make sure I can. Or make sure people can see me.” She really really really didn’t want to disappear or be a ghost. If that happened, she didn’t know what she’d do exactly. She didn't’ think things could get better after you died, so she figured the dreams would just get worse. “All right. I’ll be here eating s’mores and being messy.”