"WELL MAYBE IF YOU WEREN'T SUCH AN @$$ THEN WE WOULDN'T BE FIGHTING!" You screamed at your boyfriend, Nova. It was Christmas Eve and he had just totally destroyed the dinner you were going to have AND the Christmas tree.
"WELL MAYBE IF YOU WEREN't SUCH A B**** THEN WE WOULDN'T BE FIGHTING!" He screamed back. That made you gasp and tears flood your eyes. "No, (Y/N), I didn't mean it!"
"Yeah, right!" You yelled, tears falling rapidly down your face. You put on your boots, coat, gloves, and scarf and ran out the door. James ran after you.
"(Y/N) WAIT!" He screamed, his voice echoing all over. Snow fell harshly and you could barely see. Suddenly, all you could see were two headlights.
You clsoed your eyes, ready fro the inpact of the car, but it never came. Instead you fell softly into the cold snow. You looked up to see James, tears stremaing down his already read cheeks, hovering above you. He had no coat on or anything.
"J-James?" You asked.
"You're alright," He whispered, sniffling. "I got you."
He helped you up and held you in a tight embrace. The snow fell harsher, and you both were shivering in the freezing temperatures. He brought you both inside.
"I'm so sorry about the food, and the tree," Nova cried.
"James, it's OK," You sighed. "I'd rather all that messed up than our relationship." You told him. He smiled and cuddled up to you for warmth.
"I almost lost you," He cried into your shoulder.
"Never," You replied back, hugging him. "Now, can we fix the tree and dinner?"
