your midas touch on the chevy door, november flush, and your flannel cure

school trips were the worst. it seemed that your school strived to be the most irritating school to ever exist. and for some reason, they made an effort to put you with the one person you prayed to be away from. walker, the boy you couldn’t stand, was in your group every. single. time. and he made a point to annoy you each time. he just couldn’t help himself.

he strolled beside you as you walked through the outdoor museum, trying to annoy you as best as he could with unwanted conversation. “did you know the mayans used to sacrifice people? if i could’ve chose, i probably would’ve volunteered you-” he joked, getting cut off by small droplets of water beginning to fall on his head.

he glanced up, noticing how cold it had gotten, the cold november air errupting goosebumps on his skin. it was beginning to rain, hard. he threw on his hood before his golden curls could get soaked, and zipped his sweatshirt a little higher. he then glanced at you, noticing how flush and cold you seemed, you didn’t even have a sweatshirt.

he sighed, shaking his head and reluctantly unzipping his sweatshirt. he gently grabbed you from behind, wrapping his arms- sweatshirt around you and sandwiching you in between him and his sweatshirt. his chin that now rested on your head was almost acting as a hood.