"So my mom said I could stay here all day," I tell him, sitting down. He has the first Hunger Games pulled up so he starts that. We just chill and watch the Hunger Games and eat the cake. It's a good morning. Now we didn't have to go to school because the snow. It normally doesn't fall this fast so it was fun. We move from cake to like an endless supply of popcorn the ceiling dude provides.
Slowly, people come in and out of the living area but they never join us. Oh well, more popcorn for us. Me and Peter are slowly sitting closer and closer together as well. After the movie series is finished, we decide to go outside and play.
"Hey, where do you think Mr. Stark is?" I ask.
"Oh, I know exactly where he is," Peter laughs.
"Ooh, ominous," I remark following down a hallway and a few sets of stairs. We make it to a lab and lo and behold, Mr. Stark is there. Peter enters the code and lets us in. On the way down, we decide to take the annoying route.
"Mr. Stark, Mr. Stark, Mr. Stark, Mr. Stark," we chant.
"What?" he shouts.
"Do you have sleds and gloves?" Peter asks.
"In the 63rd storage cabinet. Take anyone who wants to go and keep your phones on you. AND NO HANKY PANKY BUISNESS," Mr. Starks says. Peter and I laugh at the last part, but leave nonetheless. We get the things but head to the roof instead of a park. We put on the gloves and start building snowpeople and whatever else we can think of.
We eventually move to the edge of the roof, our feet dangling off the edge.
"Hey, I've been meaning to ask you this," he starts. "But are we like together?"
"If you want to be," I smile.
"I do," he says.
"Then we are, boyfriend," I smile even bigger.
"That's wonderful, girlfriend," he smiles. "Can I kiss you?"
"Of course."
So after that whole thing, we look out into the city.
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