My Dirty Little Secret

Secret Thirty-Two: 'Physical Contact'

"Mr. Spears," the familiar brunette spoke to the teacher. He was fidgeting in the doorway, trying to ask a question of some sort. The teacher stared, like he always did, coldly.

"What do you want?" he asked.

"I have a favor to ask of you," he began, "you see, Madame Red has been complaining about this old storage room, apparently there is a rumor that it is haunted and she wants me to take care of it."

"So take care of it," he said, going back to his work.

"Please come with me!" Grell begged, he didn't want to go alone, these things always bothered him. Supernatural had ruined his life when it came to ghosts and such. Curse Ronald for making him sit through 5 seasons straight. Curse you. Curse you.

William sighed, not wanting to do this. He still had things to do to prepare for Monday's lesson. He couldn't just abandon his work. He also had no intention of helping Grell but it would be more annoying to have him sit there and keep asking. After deciding that going with him would be the least troublesome, William nodded.

"You'll go? Really? Thank you so much!" Grell clapped his hands happily and waited by the door for William to finish his work.

William grabbed his coat, along with everything else he had brought to school and didn't want to have left behind over the weekend, and walked out into the cold with Grell. He had hoped, that after this little event, he might be able to leave and go home. 

But not everything goes according to plan like that.

The school secretary wasn't wearing anything warm at all, William wondered why that was. He didn't seem like the type to be okay out in the cold. Was that red jacket the only coat he owned? If that was the case, then of course he wouldn't want to wear it, it would give him away too easily.

They reached the old storage building, William didn't see anything wrong with it, it looked like any other old storage building. Why did people find this scary? Grell on the other hand, was shivering, partially from fear and partially because it was pretty damn cold.

"Should we go inside?" Grell asked hoping that William would say it wasn't necessary and they could leave. William, however, was always interested in doing the job properly, so he took the key Grell was holding and opened the door. They both walked in, just to check and make sure everything was okay. As soon as they stepped one foot into the storage building, a wind blew the door shut. Now, this building was about the size of a garage, but the doors had no doorknobs on the inside. Grell and William both jumped at the sound of the door shutting, for they knew, they'd be stuck here until someone found them. Chances were slim of that, because no one knew they were coming here in the first place.

Grell scrambled for his phone in his pocket, he didn't have a lot of battery left, and there wasn't any service because of the snow that was supposed to come later. William checked his own phone, same thing.

"We're so screwed," Grell said hugging himself, trying to warm up in some way. William almost felt bad for him, almost, until he realized it was his own fault.

They both sat down on the floor next to each other. Grell was super tempted to snuggle up to William, since he looked so warm, but he didn't, because the guy hated his guts. Maybe something would happen in the next...who knows how long...that would bring them a bit closer together?

"The temperature is going to drop dramatically tonight, it is possible you might die from the cold," William stated.

"Gee, thanks Mr. Spears. I really needed that pep-talk," Grell's teeth chattered in annoyance. William took of his coat and wrapped it around the shivering brunette. Grell accepted it gratefully, but was very confused at why he was being so nice. William stood up and began searching the storage building for some sort of blanket, food, or anything useful. After finding two, rather large, blankets, he returned to his spot next to Grell, and wrapped him up in one of them, taking the other for himself.