Miller Spencer knows that it's normal to love your best friend.
Ace has been his best friend since forever. So, of course, it's completely natural to want to kiss him. It is typical to get jealous when you see him with someone else. It is absolutel...
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"Some say the world will end in fire,
Some say in ice."
I think I finally found an answer to Robert Frost's dilemma.
My world would end when someone I trusted would push me over the cliff and into the freezing water and I would spend half an hour trying to make sure my teeth don't crumble from the violent chattering and my bones wouldn't shatter from the intense shivering.
"If I d-d-die h-here, j-just t-tell my pa-parents I l-l-love t-" I spluttered as I hugged myself, trying desperately to find any semblance of warmth as icicles seemed to cover my skin.
"Shut up, Milo," Ace said and rolled his eyes, moving a little closer to me as we walked towards the car. "It's just a little bit of water."
My teeth chattered even more at his words and I glared at him. "How the f-f-fuck are y-ou n-not co-cold? Y-you're a m-monster Ar-Ar-ch-ch-"
"This can take a while," he muttered and I nudged his elbow roughly, annoyed. He grinned at me, somehow immune to the inhuman cold.
Most of his skin had dried from the sun rays, leaving only his hair still drenched. It hadn't taken us as long to get back up as I had feared, and the deserted road had made it easier. This was one of the times that I was actually glad that Haywood only had around two thousand people living in its forgotten womb.
"I think your clothes are making it worse for you. You should remove them," he said and shrugged.
I remained quiet for a while and decided to deflect my embarrassment by making use of my questionable humour. "When I w-walk n-naked outside people t-throw st-stuff-"
"Haha funny," he said with a straight face and sighed. He walked closer to me and placed an arm around my shoulder. Despite my entire body trembling from the cold, I couldn't help but relax a little into his assuring warmth. How was he so warm anyway?
"Don't worry. I have something that will work," he said, rubbing my shoulder gently.
Somehow, that only made me worry more.
We reached his car and he disentangled himself from me, making my heart sink just a little at the loss of his warmth. He opened the back door and I stood, hugging myself before he extricated a plastic bag from the rear seat and threw it at me. I caught it and felt what seemed like a bundle of clothes in it.
"What's t-this?"
"Some clothes you can change into," he said, grinning. "I wouldn't want to be held responsible for your death."
"W-wow," I stood still for a while, surprised. It was times like these that I got a glimpse of Archer. My best friend and the insanely caring person I knew him to be. "Th-that was ac-actually awfu-ullly th-though-ful of y-you."
