'Why is it so cold in here?', I thought as I buried my head under the thick blankets. I could feel the cold air creep into my skin as a shiver ran up my spine. The prickling feeling of goosebumps started to form on my arms and legs as the chill became more intense.
Ever since mom started menopause she had been turning the air down to sixty degrees Fahrenheit. IN THE MIDDLE OF WINTER!!! I swear that woman would kill me one day if my idiot brain didn't first.
"Mom can you please turn on the heat? I'm going to freeze to death!", I shouted from my bed.
"Suck it up Oliver, I pay the bills so I can control the temperature! I'll die of a heatstroke if I turn it up any more!", she shouted back to me.
I groaned as I turned over burying myself further into the blankets as I tried to search for more heat. Unfortunately, luck was not on my side as I could feel the iciness from outside seeping through my windows as well as the blasting cool air flowing out of the vents heading towards my impending doom. 'I can't take this anymore', I thought as I grabbed my phone from the nightstand where it had been charging.
I decided that enough was enough, and since I couldn't be warm, I was going to find a way to bring the warmth to me. I scrolled through my contacts and found the name I was looking for. It was easy to find since I had him on speed dial. I stared at the screen looking at the name.
Roman
My best friend of eleven years and someone who I couldn't live without. I clicked on his name and I waited for him to pick up. The phone rang all of two seconds before I heard a raspy "hello?" on the other end of the line. 'Oops! I must've woke him up.' I thought.
"Can you come over pleaseeeeeee?", I said with urgency.
"Why, what's wrong?", Roman said sounding a tad concerned.
"My mom is having another hot flash, and I think I might die of frostbite if I suffer any longer.", I said trying to sound as pitiful as possible.
I heard a deep laugh over the phone. I've always loved Romans' laugh because it was pleasing to hear. Each time I heard laughter spill from his lips, I couldn't help but chuckle along with him.
"Okay, I'm coming right over. Do you need me to bring anything?", he asked sounding amused.
"As many blankets as you can find.", I replied.
"Alright see you in a bit.", he said as he ended the call.
I turned off my phone and plugged it back in the charger. I placed it back on the nightstand and quickly buried myself under the covers once more. I patiently waited for Roman to arrive. I knew it wouldn't take long since he was my next door neighbor, but I was already wishing for him to be here. I closed my eyes listening to the snow falling as it settled on the ground. I heard the snow crunching as someone stepped on the freshly fallen flakes. I quickly got out of bed and rushed to the front door because I knew that was Roman arriving. I opened the front door to see my best friend standing before me.
Roman was tall and muscular. You could practically see his biceps straining to be released under his thick sweat shirt. I mean it makes sense that he was buff because the man refused to skip leg day. If he wasn't at the gym, you could most likely find him at my house.
I looked up to see that his pitch black hair that nearly reached his shoulders was covered in snow flakes. I giggled to myself because I thought he looked like a snow prince. Slowly my eyes trailed down to his black eyes that pierced my soul. He smiled at me as he began walking into the house. My own personal heater has finally arrived.
I followed Roman after I closed the front door and walked to my bedroom. As we entered, I immediately jumped on my bed and turned to look at him.
"Why didn't you bring any blankets?", I asked confused.
"I thought I wouldn't need to bring any since I'm warm enough to heat you throughout winter.", he responded.
I laughed as he began to crawl into my bed. He slowly wrapped his arms around me and tangled are legs together. I sighed in relief as I felt the warmth radiate off of his body. I was finally free from the wicked curse that my evil mother had inflicted upon me.
Roman began running his fingers through my short hazel hair. I nuzzled closer to him in search for more heat as I finally began to relax after the torture that I had been through.
Hi, this is my first time ever writing a story so it may not be very good. Anyways, if you stayed to read the first chapter thank you so much!
YOU ARE READING
What Are You Hiding, Roman Hart?
RomanceOliver Scout is a introverted eighteen year old who desperately clings to his childhood friend, Roman Hart. Oliver begins to notice that his friend starts to act strangely and starts appearing with bruises on his body. Roman refuses to tell him how...