*ichabods POV*

"Mrs.Mills, are you ready yet?"

Shouted Ichabod, as politely as he could to her.

They were on their way to their very first cook-out- well his anyway.

He looked out the drivers side of the window, and saw Abbie half walking half jogging towards the vehicle; somehow both tying her hair back and putting on her boots at the same time.

Ichabod- being the gentleman he is- leaned across the car and opened the door for her.

She smiled at him, which also made him smile a little bit.

"Thanks Crane." She said to him.

"Anytime Miss Mills."

He saw her start the car and the next thing you know, there on the road; on there way to the cook-out.

*Abbies POV*

She couldn't hide it, but she loved when he did that.

Those little things that drove her crazy.

The "The pleasures all mine, Miss.Mills"

And the concern look he always gets in his eyes when I do something clumsy or trip over my own feet when walking.

It's grown on me, to be honest.

I just hope he likes the cook-out, mostly because I doubt that they had these types of things back when he was born- 300 years ago..

I've always wondered about that actually.

Like, would you ever get any old people symptoms like Old Timers (even though he has a photographic memory) or like, back cramps or something.

"Has anything changed about a cook-out in the last years I was underground"

His British voice filled the car, and also caught her off guard- which was not good considering she was the one driving.

"What was that?" She said, a little bit too loudly.

"How are these cook-outs going to be like that Irving invited us to?"

"Well.. It's pretty self explanatory once you get there."

She said, as they pulled into Irving's place. His daughter was there to greet them both.

"Hey guys!"

"Hey Macy!" I said

"Hello Macy!" Ichabod replied

"Yeah, my dad told me to tell you guys that the cook-outs in the back!"

Her arm twitched a little when she said 'back', but I pretended not to notice it..

Was it from her accident?

"Okay, thanks Macy!" We said.

They turned around and walked to the back- and then there it was. She felt a rush of air on her back. Then the next thing you know- Macys blown back into- THROUGH their garage. And the demons on top of her.

Then the screaming begins.

And it wasn't all from Macy's mouth.

*Ichabods POV*

Yes. I kinda knew something was going to go wrong; I thought to myself as Abbie and I ran to her in panic.

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Hey guys(: I'm trying to make the chapters longer! And YES I KNOW THIS CHAPTER WAS BORING. I have a really good idea for the next one! There's going to be a lot more action! And btw, isn't his daughters name Macy?? Not sure 😂

Have a good day/night/afternoon(:

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