i walk into the common room and place my bad down next to the roaring fire and sit on the sofa, i put my feet up and rummage around in my bag for my book. i look outside and watch as the rain evolves into sleet and a blanket of white began to cover the wet concrete. i smile to myself and skim the first few pages of my book as i here the door open.
"oh, didn't expect you to see you in here" the tall, redhead grins to himself and walks over to where i'm sitting and plops himself next to me.
"the windows in my dorm are too small to appreciate the snow." i shrug and turn back to my book.
"i'm gonna go get a coffee, do you want anything?" he offers after a while and pulls himself off of the red velvet sofa.
"can i have a hot chocolate with two sugars, whipped cream, marshmallows and a gingerbread man pleaseee." i smile and look up to him.
"alright, ill be back" a slit of pleasure forms and stretches from side to side across his pale face as he waves and exits the room.
i attempt to focus on my book but all i can think about is him. the way he parts his hair, his freckles, his smile, his arms. everything.
he is so perfect.
i find myself smiling to myself and become increasingly frustrated. he's a man carla! a really caring one.. no. stop it!! ugh. why must this happen to me.
i groan to myself and attempt to fall into the fantasy of my book, i scan the words thoroughly and force myself to take in everything the characters say.
i finally get comfy as i hear the door handle click once more and reveal the same tall, freckled boy in the frame.
"i figured you might be cold as well so i brought a jumper and a blanket for you" he walks over and hands me my hot chocolate and my gingerbread man as he tucks the fluffy grey blanket around my figure. he throws the jumper on me and i giggle and hug it tightly.
"thank youuuu" i smile and take a sip of my hot chocolate, it's exactly how i like it. i feel it travel down my bloodstream and warm my body and i cant help but feel at peace.
"how much do i owe you?" i ask after a while, not looking up from my book.
"depends what you're willing to give" i can see him smirk out of the corner of my eye and i flag him and giggle.
"im always open for a little bit of, yk" i look at him and he covers his face. i laugh and hug him.
"when and where" he whispers into my ear and i look up at him, pretending to be shocked. he laughs and hugs me tighter.
"later" i muffle into his shoulder. i slip the jumper on over me and lay back down.
"i didn't know you were into.. classics" he smirks and looks at the cover of my book , does he know this book? oh shit.
"you've read this??" i ask with a flabbergasted expression plastered on my face.
"yep, i mean, you're into that type of stuff?" he queries.
"maybe" i hide my grin with my book.
"hm, noted" he laughs at my shocked face.
for a while we just sit in silence, enjoying each others company as we do our own thing. i see him pull out a notepad and tapping his pen on the page impatiently, wracking his brains for something.
"what are you doing?" i sigh and close my book as i look up at him.
"trying to write a new song for my next album." he says with an annoyed tone. since when did he play in a band?
"wait, you're in a band?" i say, my face becoming plastered with a puzzled expression.
"oh uh, i guess" he shrugs and lets out a laugh. how did i not know??
"excuse me??" i say "and you didn't bother to tell me?" i'm quite annoyed, this is a big deal and he didn't bother to tell me!
"i didn't think you'd care." he say defensively. of course i care! this is a really big deal.
"monty!" i whine "this is a really big deal, of course i want to know." i feel a bit offended, does he really think i don't care about him?
"well, it's called the Redheaded Freaks if you wanna search it up." he mumbles quietly and jots a few things down on his notepad.
"wait, THE Redheaded Freaks?!" a wave of realisation hits me instantly. i knew i recognised him from somewhere.
"uhm, yeah?" he laughs and raises his eyebrows in confusion.
"i listen to them all the time!" i say excitedly
"wait, really?" he says wearily, he does not trust me one bit. "name your favourite song" he grins.
"R u mine? one hundred percent." i say with pride.
"really?" he looks shocked.
"yeah? is that surprising?" i question
"i thought you'd be more of a knee socks girl" he smiles and carries on writing. i roll my eyes and watch him for a bit.
"soooo, do i get a live performance?" i smile deceivingly.
"eh, maybe" he smiles and lifts my head up.
"only if you give me and little something." his smile widens as he tilts his head slightly.
"ugh, i guess i owe you." i agree and pull him into me and a few seconds later he's on top of me and we are full on making-out, i struggle for breathe but continue, it feels like forever but, it feels.. right. eventually, i pull away and smile.
"god, you're good" i mumble into his chest and giggle.
"you liked that huh?" he smirks.
"shut it you" i press my finger against his lips and push him off of me lightly. i can feel someone staring at me so i look up towards the door and, there it is, a tall blonde boy staring straight at me disapprovingly. teddy huxley.
i quickly turn to monty and we quickly go our own ways and pretend to do our own things.
"i knew it!" the boy strides over to me and hits me with a newspaper sock on the head.
"i cant wait to tell ever-"
"if you tell anyone i'll tell people about your secret make-out sessions with billy~" i tease
"you wouldn't dare" his face goes white.
"pfffft you've got yourself in some shit mate-"
"shut it ginger" he glares at monty before turning back to me and folding his arms dramatically.
"i won't tell if you don't." i pull out my arm and hold it in front of him, he reluctantly agrees and shakes it.
"well, ill leave you two to it." he winks and walks out of the room, pleased with himself.
"oh you little shit, get back here!" i run after him only to be pulled back by monty.
"leave it, how about we take a de-tour to my room?" he suggests flirtatiously as i roll my eyes and make my way to his dorm.
