It's a cold winter day and you're laying on your bed in your room. You're not surprised with yourself. It's too cold to go anywhere. Everyone insists on staying inside and you're not going to argue with it.
The heater in your room isn't doing much and you begin to wonder about its purpose. Does it even have one? The same goes with the multiple blankets that are covering you- they don't seem to have much of a purpose at all.
Your phone buzzes on your nightstand beside you and you groggily crane your neck to the side, your eyes falling on the screen of your phone only to see a phone call from your best friend, Matt. Picking it up in your hand, you bring it to your ear.
"Hey," you sigh, closing your eyes tiredly. The temperature is really getting to you.
"Wow, don't sound so excited to talk to me," he teased, adding a soft laugh to the end of his words.
You grin and sit up a little bit, raking your fingers through your hair. "What are you up to?"
You could almost see him shrugging nonchalantly on the other end of the phone. "Actually, I'm walking through the front door. And now I'm walking up the stairs. And now I'm walking down the hall. And now I'm walking into your room."
You're about to retaliate and ask him what he's doing at your house and why he left when it was stated on the news that no one should go outside, but you're not surprised. He often shows up at your house without warning and vise-versa.
Your bedroom door opens and you hang up your phone, seeing the tan boy with dark blonde hair enter. He's wearing a black sweatshirt and jeans with a red beanie on his head. You can see the snowflakes still sticking to the material of his hat and you giggle underneath your breath.
"Isn't it a little cold to be showing up to my house without letting me know first?" you tease, sitting up in an upright position.
He sends you a playful scowl with his dark brown eyes. He then takes off his beanie and puts it on your dresser, walking over to your bed only to sit on the edge. "I had nothing to do."
After being friends with him for so long, you know that he can't be alone for too long. He likes being with people and you know it's because he likes making them laugh. Often, you discover that you're the first option. He ditches his other friends and sees what you're doing before he asks them. You assume it's because you live close by.
Your eyes wander down to his hands that he has folded together tightly. You reach for them, placing one of your hands on top of his two. They're freezing.
"Matt!" you groan, looking up at him sympathetically. "This is why they said to stay inside! That's what the term 'travel ban' means."
You move your hands up to his face, your fingertips immediately feeling how cold his cheeks are. You move your thumbs back and forth, trying anything to supply him with some type of warmth.
"Was risking your safety really worth this?" you push a laugh although you're truly concerned for your friend. Obviously he doesn't have frostbite or hypothermia or anything, but you know he could catch a cold or the flu or something.
He shrugged carelessly and you depart yourself from him, pulling the covers off of yourself and heading for your door.
"Where are you going?" he laughed.
Turning around as you place your hand on your doorknob, you notice he is now standing up too. "I'm getting you some coffee or something."
Without waiting for his opposing statement, you head down the hallway and down your staircase, heading for the kitchen in a slight rush. You know he's following you but you don't care because you want to help him. You always do.
