twenty four

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Anna's POV

10pm, Chris' Cabin, Friday

"I forgot how cold this place was." I shiver as I enter the living room.

"The fire is on so it should warm up soon." William says.

I cuddle into Chris who is watching TV.

"God Anna, you're freezing." Chris pulls me closer to him.

"No shit sherlock." I laugh.

"Skiing tomorrow then?" William asks as he comes and sits down.

"Hell yeah!" I respond.

"Perfect, I can't wait." Chris says.

William, Chris and I sit and watch TV for the rest of the night talking about our childhood trips up here and all that, hoping it cheers William up and forget about Noora for a little bit.

Skip to sunday.

8am, Chris' Cabin, Sunday

"I'm gonna kill you Will." I tell William.

"I couldn't just not text her, I love her." William sighs.

"Space William, space. Do you not get the principal of space?" I give him a questioning look.

"I do, thank you very much but you would do the same if it were you and Chris." William says.

"But still." I respond.

"Guys, shut it. I'm trying to drive and with you two arguing it is extremely difficult." Chris groans not taking his eyes off the road.

"Excuse us mister grumpy." William and I say both at the same time.

I roll my eyes at him and then lay back down on the three back seats, yes, the boys put me in the back which sucks balls.

5pm, Anna's Place

William, Chris and I get back to our place at 5. The trip was really nice but it's so good to be home.

"What the hell?" William shouts as he enters our apartment.

"What's wrong?" I ask as I walk in behind William.

Shock overcomes me.

"He's a dead man." I groan and walk to Nikolai's room.

"Oh no you don't." Chris grabs me by the waist.

"Have you seen this place Chris? It's a shit hole." I look at him.

"And killing the fuckhead won't resolve that." he strokes my cheek.

"Oh yes it will." William barges into Nikolai's room and Chris groans.

Chris and I follow William to Nikolai's room to find him in bed with a girl, Mari.

"Up, now." William shouts.

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