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Blizzards and buffoons {11}

I looked out the large widow from inside the spacious living room of my lodge to see an intensifying blizzard. I knew it was bad out there but not that bad; you could not see three feet in front of you. Ignored to pass the time I did what any typical teenage girl would do; change into my fuzzy ninja turtles pyjamas, make myself a nice warm cup of peppermint tea and curl up by the fire with a good book, mine just happened to be pride and prejudice.

After reading not even a page and a half, I heard a fait sound outside, but simply ignored it with the belief it was the wind or a  maybe a fallen tree branch. Until I heard it again.

Positive I heard something I rushed over to the door to open it, unsure why anyone in their right mind would be outside in a storm like this let-alone so far away from any sign of town or the other lodges as my lodge was.

I attempted to open the door slowly, but was unsuccessful; the wind took control of it, bursting it open to allow a thick wall of snow to pound me in the face.

After recovering I did a quick sweep of the area for any signs of life but did not see a soul. I began to close the insanely heavy door that the wind seemed to be pushing it hardest on, but stopped when I heard another noise. I poked my head out the door to inspect further, but saw nothing except a thick wall of snow. I waited until I felt as if my limbs were about to fall off from frostbite to close the door again, but I heard the sound again only this time it was less muffled by the wind and snow. "Wait" a dry voice whispered.

Absolutely positive I heard something I ran outside in my fluffy bunny slippers to where I had heard the voice. I continued to walk, shielding my face from the harsh elements with my lower arm, until I saw a small shadow. I had to focus my eyes in order to see the person who was crouched over on their knees. They were waring all black and was facing down, making it so I was unable to see their face, but it was obviously a he; due to his tall and broad features I could barely see. I looked down to to see he had a snowboard his in hand. What type of buffoon go's snowboarding in a blizzard?

I crouched down on my knees to examine the stranger closer. His entire face was covered with thick, black cotton material. All I could see due to the thick snow falling in around us was his eyes which were cover by ski googles that had become cloudy.

Finally conscious of how truly cold I was, I helped to pull the stranger in black up to his feet. I slung his arm around my shoulder and carefully helped him back to my lodge.

Once inside I helped him to the large padded bench in the main entrance where most of the shoes where kept and sat him down. Still unaware who the stranger was, courtesy of his thick and very cover outfit, I began to carefully take off their boots. After doing so, I came to the conclusion that their feet were nearly frozen solid and knew there was only two solution for it, considering the fact that the power was out; one, prop his feet by the fire and PRAY they do not fall off of frostbite, or option two which would take much less time to warm him up, but would make me fell very uncomfortable.

I helped the stranger take off his outer layers of clothing. When I made my way to his head to take off his googles and mask he slowly shifted in his seat and shook his head, looking like an old toy doll that could barley rotate it's head. I knew that he wished for me to keep the covering on his head intact and I did not deny him his right to choose.

I walked the masked man towards the couch, his arm around my shoulder, and placed him directly in front of the fire in hopes that I would not need to resort to option two to warm him up.

We waited for some time in silence, gazing at the fire. I sat wounding what he was thinking and to distract myself from what I knew I needed to do; option two.

I slowly got down on my knees and lifted his still frozen feet. Boiling water would take to long, considering the power was out, and I already tried rapping his feet up. I decided to go with the dreaded option two which was the only thing I could think would warm him up.

I carefully undressed his feet that I had covered with any and all thick and fuzzy material I could find. His bare feet looked purple against the light of the fire and sent a shiver up my spine when I first touched them. I shuffled  closer to him, still on my knees, and gently pressed his ice cold feet on my warm bare belly, underneath my fuzzy pyjama shirt.

After an hour or so of his feet resting on my tummy I felt as though I was going to freeze; my insides felt cold to the core and I was unconscious that I was shivering intensely. I finally took his feet from my stomach and placed them into fuzzy boot-slippers. His feet were finally warm.

Noticing I was finished he patted his hand on the spot next to him on the couch. I slowly stood up, unsure how fast I could move due to my stiff muscles that had not moved much in the past hour, and sat beside him on the large leather couch.

He most likely realized how much I was shivering; he slowly and carefully graded onto the side of my head farthest from him and payed it down on his shoulder very carefully.

I knew exactly what he was doing, I scooted in closer in order to have most of my upper body resting on his. He than proceeded to place the blanket over me that I had placed over him not so long ago. I couldn't help but chuckle at the fact that the rolls had been reversed.
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I woke up with the sun streaming brightly into my eyes and a kink in my neck.

My eyes were still blurry thanks to the fact that I left my contacts in overnight. I could not barely see where I was. I quickly popped my contacts out and rolled over to the other side of what I thought was my bed up until I fell off 'my bed' and landed on the fuzzy carpet.

Realizing that I did not fall far enough to had been on my bed I looked up to see and an empty couch.

It took me a moment to remember the fact that I had fallen asleep on the couch with the masked stranger.

I quickly stood up and looked around for the missing mystery man in black, but saw no one. I ran around the house in search of the man, but only came across a small note laying on the kitchen table.

Without my contacts in I had to hold the note as far away as I possibly could to read it.

I'm sorry for leaving so early but I have to go meet some friends....
Thank you so much for helping me, I don't know how I could every repay you.
Hope to see more of you in the future...
-W

Who the hell is W?  I couldn't help but ask myself as I folded up the note, placed it carefully in my pocket, and walked to my room while ranting to myself about the fact the I had stuck some random guys feet up my shirt.