Winter Secrets

Car problems

Ranboo's POV-------

I look down at Tubbo, wrapped around my torso, and smiled. I couldn't believe that he was here, my favorite person, wrapped around my waist. "Hey, Tubbo?". "hmm? he said, his face still buried in my hoodie. "As much as I would hate to move right now, we should probably go find your suitcase". 

"No."

"Tubbo..." 

"I'm quite comfy where I'm at, thank you very much. you're going to have to carry me if you want me to go anywhere!" he said stubbornly. I roll my eyes at him and say "fine. it'll be faster anyway". I bend over and scoop him up into my arms and started walking to the baggage claim. "H-hey! put me down!". "Nope! you said I would have to carry you if I wanted to go anywhere, so that's what I'm doing" "I was kidding! I was kidding!". "Stop squirming! do you want me to drop you??". "Just put me down!" he squeaked. "ok, fine, we're here already anyways" I put him down laughing. 

"Which one is yours?" I asked, watching the bags go around and around. "um, it's a dark green rolly bag". I snatch up the bag as it comes around and pull up the handle to pull it. "ranboo, give it to me, I can pull it. You don't have to" ."It's fine Tubbo! you're my guest!" I say smiling. 

Walking out of the airport I pulled out my keys from my pocket and saw the car light up two rows over. Looking over at Tubbo I saw that he was shivering. I stoped and turned to him " hey could you hand me your bookbag for a sec?" confused he complies. I set down his bag by my foot and quickly pull my hoodie over my head and put it over his, traping his arms to his side. Surprised, Tubbo looks at me and says, "Ranboo, we're about to get ran over by an old lady". Confused I look around and sure enough there's a little old lady in a huge red truck swerving all around the road, loud music blasting. 

We quickly move out of the way, not wanting to become speed bumps and sprint the rest of the way to my car. when we got there a family of five was quickly trying to gather their suitcases and children. working around the chaotic family we put his stuff in the trunk and close it.

Just as I started walking over to the drivers side of the car, one of the tiny little gremlins knocked into me, causing me to stick my hands out so I don't break my face on the car. I caught my self and was about to applaud my amazing abilities when I realized a very crucial detail. Tubbo was pressed against the back of the car, beet red. My face flushes as I realize that my face was three inches from his.