"Fuck" I groan as I look out the window. Me and my boyfriend of three years, Aaron, had taken a trip up to Whistler for a weekend of biking, eating, and general relaxing in the sun. But B.C. being B.C., the weather decided to shift on our weekend plans. Despite the forecasts of "beautiful blue skies all weekend!", it was raining. And not just like a light shower. That I could deal with. This was a full on downpour. So here we were, in our cabin, stuck until the rain stopped.
"Well?" he called from the kitchen. "Well what?" I say, flopping back on to the couch, "I can't control the weather."
"Woah, really? No shit Sherlock." He says, still fucking around in the kitchen. What is he doing?
"Fuck off Watson," I reply, flipping off his general direction. I hear the click of the stove lighting, and then he comes out to flop on the couch next to me.
"Well, I assumed that since it's raining, you'd want to spend the day curled up on the couch with a good book and a large mug of hot chocolate,"he says. "I've already started a pot of hot chocolate, mixed some cinnamon sugar, pulled out some marshmallows and crushed some candy canes Well shit. That's exactly what I wanted, except...
"Candy canes? You know I don't like mint."
"They're for me, dumbass" he says
Oh, riiight
"Fuck you, asshole" I say, rolling my eyes. "I'm going to go get my books"
I get up, and go to the bedroom. God damn it. I've done it again. Im going to be the ruin of something I want to never end. I never know when to stop, and it'll be the death of me. When I come back holding the Graceling trilogy(Fire, Graceling and Bitterblue by Kristen Cashore, my favourite series since who knows how long), he's there holding two mugs of hot chocolate, one with a shit ton of cinnamon sugar, the other with candy canes, and both with a bunch of mini marshmallows. He's too good. I wrap a blanket around myself, grab it, and sprawl out on the sofa, leaning against the armrest. He takes the other side, holding his own book.
"Hey, Aaron?"
"Yeah?"
"Thanks."
