So, I'm just trying this out... :) I know I have a few unfinished "projects" on here, but this one seemed fun after I recently watched the 1980's Friday the 13th.

Camp Crystal Lake. The yellow letters popped out of the eye-catching wooden sign on the side of a New England back road that was surrounded on both sides by a collection of trees.

The area had been condemned for many years upon the accidental drowning of a young boy, though after a solid decade a man by the name of Steve Christy decided to give it a shot and reopen a traditional summer camp. He had several weeks leading up to the opening day to train a group of young people in need of summer jobs.

"This should be a fun summer." Esme curled her legs up by her chest in the passenger seat and stared across the way at Carlisle. She let one arm dangle out the window and linked her free hand with his. "We'll get a chance to entertain a bunch of kids."

Carlisle sighed and then chuckled, knowing his female-counterpart always had an extra dose of 'happy' when speaking of children. "It'll give you some good practice before you graduate with that teaching degree next semester." He winked and Esme smiled wide at him.

"And I'm sure it won't hurt you either," she said with a grin. "I'm sure you'll be treating some children once you're out of med school."

"You won't get sick of me being in school for so long, will you?" he asked, half-kidding.

Esme knew Carlisle was a little insecure about how she would feel about working while he continued to pursue his education. She didn't understand why, as she assured him over and over again that she was proud of him for both living out his dream and for being so determined academically.

"Well," she said, drawing out the word in a teasing fashion, "If you give me free annual exams then I think we can work it out."

Carlisle snickered. "Annual? I was kind of thinking weekly... or bi-weekly." He raised his eyebrows with a grin and then refocused as he went around a sharp bend in the road past an old cemetery.

Esme laughed with him for a moment, and then focused on a few of the faded gravestones. Her thoughts drifted to a story that the two of them had heard prior to making the trip out to the country.

"Do you think this place is safe?" she asked, "I mean..." Esme hesitated, not wanting to sound silly, "The locals at that gas station we stopped at called it Camp Blood."

Carlisle's face became more serious for a moment and he nodded. "Yeah..." He looked at her cautiously and then shook his head.

"What?" she asked.

"Well the old man on the bike back there," he explained, "Ralph..." Carlisle glanced in the rearview mirror, causing Esme to look over her shoulder. "He told me that the place is, well, cursed. There was a kid who drowned and some unexplained murders here one summer."

"That's awful," Esme said, shaking her head.

"Yeah... they never caught the person who was responsible," Carlisle went on, "They tried to reopen this place last year and someone set a few of the cabins on fire."

"What?" There was more alarm in her voice, and then his face twisted into a grin and he began to chuckle. Esme smacked his shoulder lightly and shook her head. "You're kidding... right?"

He continued to laugh and then flashed her a guilty stare, "I'm sorry... yes, I was kidding."

"About all of it?"

Carlisle shrugged, "Most of it."

"What part is true?" Esme asked him. She narrowed her eyes, "Seriously."

He discontinued his teasing and shrugged. "A decade or two ago there was an accidental drowning," he explained, "From what I've been told."

"That really is terrible."

Carlisle nodded, "Yeah. I think they tried to move on from the incident, and that's why the camp has been closed for so long."

"Understandable." Esme nodded.

He shrugged sympathetically and then squeezed her hand, "It was an accident... it was a long time ago."

"I know."

"And they didn't have someone as mindful as you watching the children," Carlisle concluded, "So, we're going to make sure this time things are done right." He grinned, "You're going to give these kids the best summer of their lives."

Esme smiled at him and he winked again.

"I bet the boys will all have a crush on ya."

"Oh stop." She giggled shyly and shook her head.

Carlisle kissed her hand. "It'll be a great summer."

"And then med school for you... and student teaching for me."

"And then the rest of our lives," he told her with a nod, "Together."

"That's the plan."

Carlisle glanced at the straightaway in front of them, and then leaned across the way to give her a kiss.

"I wonder what the others will be like," Esme said, "The other people we'll be working with."

"Only time will tell."

"You're not going to fall for some city girl in short-shorts and leave me are you?"

Carlisle laughed out loud and gave her a look as if to say 'are you crazy?'. "What did I just to you?"

Esme laughed with him, "That we're about to-"

"Start our life together... forever if you'll have me."

"Is that a marriage proposal?" she teased.

"The second I get the money it will be."

Esme scrunched her nose, but continued to laugh lightly. "That could be awhile given the going rate of medical school."

"I'll cheap out on books in one of the upcoming semesters."

"How will you study?" She continued on their lighthearted teasing.

Carlisle shrugged. "Google." He eyed Esme nonchalantly, making her laugh.

"I suppose we should just make it through the summer first," she said.

He nodded, "The smaller goals lead you to the bigger ones."

Esme sighed happily and gazed back out the window. Another Camp Crystal Lake sign flashed by as the car cruised over the dully paved roads. "One more mile," she said aloud, raising her eyebrows.

"I wonder what's waiting for us at Crystal Lake."