He Convinced Me To Love Him

chapter one

I look outside, trying to see any signs of someone coming to save us. But alas, nothing but snow, ice, and a little bit of sunlight peaking out from behind the clouds. I sigh and sit down in front of the door to the target. It's been 5 days since the freak snow storm that trapped me here with my least favorite person on the planet, Brad Wells. I don't know if he hates me, but that's beside the point.

"Green. Are you sure you don't want to share my mattress with me? It's getting way cold in here." Brad says, trying to get me to sleep with him once again.

"No thanks. I don't need your jock germs on me." I say. God, how I miss going to school and being able to avoid him.

"Oh. Okay." he says. He sounds hurt. I sigh and walk over to him.

"I'm sorry. That was way more rude than I intended." I say. He looks at me and shrugs.

"I get it, man. It's rough being stuck here with all this sexy." he says, flexing his muscles. I roll my eyes.

"Anyway. Do we have a game plan for getting out of here?" I ask, changing the subject.

"I've tried all of the exits. The doors seem to be frozen shut." Brad says. I sigh and flop onto the floor.

"Why of all people did I have to be stuck with you?" I grunt.

"I don't know. I don't mind it, though." he says.

"What are you talking about? We've hated each other for years."

"No. You've hated me for years. I've offered my friendship." he says, starting to get annoyed.

"Whatever. I'm going to try and sleep." I say. I stand up and walk back over to the window and climb into my makeshift bed. Target has mattresses and blankets so we made due with what we had.

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I wake up a few hours later, cold as could be. I sigh and get up, grabbing my flashlight. I walk to a part of the store where I usually get my clothes from and find a sweatshirt. I rip the tag off and throw it on. I walk back to my bed and lay back down. I look over at Brad and notice that he's now in a tent. I'm so stupid. Why didn't I think of that? I go back to the sports section and find the perfect kind of tent. I set it up in front of the window and move all of my things in. I sigh, unzipping the window. I stare at Brad's tent, wondering why I actually hated him. I mean, he's not a bad dude. And then it hits me.

I might have been denying that I have feelings for him since he's straight.