Margret was frozen in her place, her heart was bursting out of her chest. He was here. She was close enough to feel his warm breath on her skin. What was happening? His icy eyes were like frozen puddles, melting before her warm hazel eyes.
"so... I was wondering if you could help me plow out the sidewalks. I've been at it since Saturday! " said Thomas with a chuckle. Margret was speechless. All should could whisper was, "I know". "Huh? " he said, "Is that a yes or no? "
"Yes! " she said enthusiastically. "I mean... Sure". He looked down to the ground and smiled. He was just so adorable. Under her breath, Margret muttered, "beautiful". He didn't hear Margret, but Thomas didn't need to hear her to think the same thing.
Thomas led lovestruck Margret to his garage, where he had a bright red snow shovel waiting for her. "Uh, here", he said, "you can use this". He handed her the red shovel. Margret reached out to take the shovel, her hands cold and weak. She couldn't perceive anything going on around her. She took the shovel from him, nervously. He looked at her confused, but he shook it off. "let's start down on Maple street", Thomas said. "That's five blocks away! We'll freeze! ". "Don't worry Marge, I'll keep you warm", Thomas reasurred her. She loved how he called her Marge.
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Frozen Heart
RomanceMargret is your average 15 year old, who has an undying love for neighbor boy, Thomas. How will Margret make her daydreams become reality?
