Imagine,
Just imagine a simple scene. You are sitting outside laying in the cold fall weather, all alone just thinking. Your in the dark under one umbrella to keep the wind out, and one flashlight producing a small amount of light. Your just laying down there, thinking. Thinking about the past, now, and whats ahead of you. Your freezing, cold goosebumps rising on your icy pale skin. The breeze rushing through your hair chilling your scalp.
But you hear footsteps, a boy, Harry. He lays next you and says: "What are you doing here on this wonderful freezing night?" He laughs and bumps your shoulder. "Aren't you cold?"
You smile slightly. Then nod. "Very."
He hands you his sweatshirt, still filled with his warmth and you smile. "Thanks."
He gets closer, looking you in the eye. "Anytime."
You have a long, deep conversation until you see you should go home.
You put your head down slowly and make a sad face. "I have to go." He makes a sad face back that makes you laugh, you stand up and grab your things but he grabs you, fast but easy. You feel his warm hands walk up to your face until hes holding you still and comes closer, its perfect. You give a long kiss then slowly come back and stare into his green sharp eyes. And with a small grin for him he walks away, forgetting his sweatshirt on purpose.
