First Snow.

You wanna come in? (Chapter 3)

Thankfully, the roads were still slightly manageable and we all made it to my house safely. I drowsily lifted my head up as Chan moved his arm out of my way and I peered out of the window to see Minho parking my car next to the van. It's weird to see someone else drive my car since the only other people who've driven it are Hazel, once when I was a bit too intoxicated and Nathan a few times when his car was having issues. I live in a small brick house with a red front door and black shutters. The house is quaint, nothing fancy. The porch was my favorite though. It was massive and wrapped around into a patio on the side of the house. My favorite way to wind down is to drink a cup of tea or coffee on the porch while it rains, slowly kicking my feet in the rocking chair. My house was surrounded by trees of all different types although most of them were dead due to the ice and snow. There's one big tree in the front yard that slightly shields my home from the long, winding driveway. The ivy climbing up the front of my home gave it a nice whimsical feel. My cat, on the other hand, liked to think of it as her hunting ground and frequently brought me her kills as little presents. No thanks, buddy. You can keep your decapitated field mice. I managed to get the house for a resonable price since the previous owner happened to be a friend of the family and well it's out in the middle of fucking nowhere. What some would call B.F.E. Living in Kentucky does have the perks of privacy if you're looking for it. I've lived in this house for about seven years now with my long term boyfriend Nathan. I can't believe it's been that long already.

Nathan is tall, definitely taller than the guys bringing me home, as he's about 6 feet and 2 inches. He has short, shaggy, light-brown hair and his eyes are a dark, bluish-green color. His stature is skinny but also slightly muscular and athletic from all the hiking and kayaking he does on a regular basis. Nathan's been away on a fishing trip with his friends for the past four days. He should be home in another week and a half. I was invited but I couldn't go because of work and honestly, I didn't really want to. Fishing with a group of country guys isn't really my scene. Nathan isn't so much of the country type but his friends sure are. He's just the outdoorsy type. I, on the other hand, I'm more of homebody type. Sweat, bug bites, and scuffed knees aren't usually on my itinerary. However, I do love going into town every other weekend for the nightlife where I dance a little too much and drink a little too much. I always wake up with a hangover the next day and binge eat Chinese food before my work week starts all over again. Wash, rinse, and repeat with the bestfriend, Hazel. Hazel is short but not as short as me. She's 5ft 4 and 1/2in and I'm 5ft 3in so there's not a noticeable difference. Hazel has dark brown, doe eyes and is built like a goddess. Her hair is long, black, and wavy down to her elbows in length. Her skin is the color of the golden hour and she's a bit more edgy than me with tattoo sleeves and a septum piercing. I've known Hazel my entire life but we didn't really get close until around the time Nathan and I started dating in high school. We became friends because of a fist fight in the school hallway. Not us, of course. I'm not the type to fight unless I have to. However, my middle school bully was finally getting it handed to her and Hazel and I were both standing on the side-lines smiling. An enemy of my enemy is my best friend, or however that saying goes. Do I condone violence? No, but when a girl who sits behind you in school mooing at you and calling you a fat cow gets punched in the face it's a happy day in my book.

Chan gently pat me on the shoulder of my back, causing me to turn and face him. "Well, we're here sleeping beauty." He spoke gently. "Are you feeling any better?" I smiled while wiping the sleepy from my eyes. "Yeah, thanks. It's really just a mild headache now. I should be fine." I responded. "I almost didn't want to wake up. I was sleeping so well." I chuckled while stretching out my body. "Yeah, I could tell from the loud snoring and excessive drool covering my pants." Chan said biting the inside of his cheeks. "Huh?" I asked petrified. "I'm so sorry." My eyes grew wide and I reached out my sweater paws to wipe at his lap. Chan quickly grabbed me by the wrists. "Whoa, careful where you're putting your hands, Bee!" He said as I looked up at him confused. "I'm sorry. I was just joking." He laughed. "Probably wasn't the best time to mess with you while you're still half asleep." I looked away from him and down at my hands which were hovering above his groin. Oh my God. I was rubbing his crotch. Someone kill me now.... Fuck, I'm still staring right at it, aren't I? I quickly looked up mortified at Chan, my face once again flushed. "I am SO sorry. I didn't mean-- I didn't think--" I stumbled over my words. Chan placed my hands back onto my lap and laughed at me playfully. "Relax. It's alright." He chuckled, lightening the mood. "You're kind of hilarious, you know that?" Chan responded still holding onto my wrists. I slowly slid my hands out from under his. I couldn't even look up at him in that moment. "Uh, thanks... I guess." I responded to him confused on whether or not that was a taunt or compliment. "Wow!" Felix sighed from the front of my bus averting our attention. "Is this your house, Bee?" Felix asked. "Yep! It's mine." I replied. "It's not much but I love it." I said while gripping the top of the seat in front of me where Minho was once sat. "Are you kidding? It's beautiful! It's like it's right out of a story book." Felix responded with his eyes glazed over like he was drifting into dreamland. "Thanks, Felix. I thought the same thing." I said smiling at him. "Well guys, thanks again for everything." I said ready to head inside. "Really! It was really nice getting to know all of you. I better go get my keys from Minho and let you all be on your way." I weaved around the row of seats in front of me and grabbed the handle to unlatch it. I carefully stepped out onto the snow covered ground, breathing in a sigh of relief. The guys said their goodbyes to me for the last time. It was kind of bittersweet I thought as I was actually enjoying their company. I put down my last wave and turned around when I heard a crunch in the snow behind me. A firm hand grabbed me underneath my arm. I was a bit taken aback at first, thinking I was about to be held hostage again.