Krii7y Oneshots :)

[The Long and Winding Road]

The long and winding road
That leads to your door
Will never disappear
I've seen that road before
It always leads me here
Lead me to your door

"Hey, dude, you alright?" I yell to the bundle of laughter on the ground.

"Yeah. All good, man." he smiles brightly, looking up at me. I offer a helping hand, which he takes with gratitude, "Just slipped is all."

"Mmm, classic case of black ice. You gotta watch out for that." I state, watching him straighten out his blond hair. "You're not from around here, are you?"

"No sir."

"Then what are you-"

"Just visiting some friends." the stranger claims, brushing the snow from his pants. "Uh, I'm John."

"Oh, right. I'm Jaren." I say, shaking his hand. The snowfall around us is getting strong, which isn't good. "We should probably go somewhere else."

"Yeah, is it always like this in Canada?" John asks, walking alongside me.

"Yup. Pretty much." I state. I tilt my head up to look at the sky, sticking my tongue out to catch a couple snowflakes. "You get used to it after a while."

Oh, how I wish I saved myself the pain.

The wild and windy night
That the rain washed away
Has left a pool of tears
Crying for the day
Why leave me standing here?
Let me know the way

  "I can't believe he's getting married." John smiles, watching himself in the mirror. "I'm happy for Craig, I really am, but I am not ready to give a speech."

  Jaren laughs, "You don't have to, y'know. You're not his best man."

  "Ouch."

  "Sorry, sore subject." Jaren apologizes, standing next to John. He looks at his friend, he looks rather attractive in his black suit. "Lemme fix that." he says as John turns to him.

  He reaches up to John's bow tie, gently shifting it into a better position. Jaren smiles softly when he gets closer to John, the nerves getting the better of him. "There. All better." he states, placing his hands on John's shoulders, admiring his work. He lets out panicked breath, quickly removing his hands from his friend. "Shit, sorry."

  John chuckles, creating small butterflies within Jaren, "About what? Fixing my attire?" he jokes, gesturing to himself.

  "Well, no I... for the-"

  "I'm kidding, you're fine." John sighs comfortably, "I liked your hands there anyway."

  He grins widely as Jaren places his hands there once again, this time standing together in comfortable silence, genuinely enjoying each other's company.

  John leans in, entrapping Jaren into a small kiss, leaving him mesmerized.

  Jaren closes his eyes, loving the feel of John's lips against his, truly wanting the kiss to last forever.

  Regrettably, the two pull apart, leaving Jaren's cheeks a dusted red color. John makes his way to the door, stopping to look behind at Jaren. "Guess what?" he asks, suddenly really giddy.