It was a snowy evening in school. That’s right. Evening. Know why? Because weather forecasters clearly have no knowledge on weather, “A dusting of snow all day in Illinois…”. It was a dusting, when you set out for school, when you got to school it started snow-storming, heavily, great. And by the end of the school day, after snowing for 7 hours in a row, you had been snowed in.

Everyone was sprawled across classrooms, but two people were in the library, you, and your frenemy, Aaron Samuels. You’d be stuck with a mildly tolerable post-teenager and a schoolful of tramps and jockeys until the snow melted.

You and him were in the part of the library where all the tables and chairs and beanbags where. Speaking of beanbags, you two shared one, both treading a line of falling off the side of it, both started laughing when either one of you nearly fell off. It was dim in the library, warm yellow lights spread across tables, casting a generous glow over the room.

You got up from the beanbag and sat on the edge of the table, and looked down at him, the bright-eyed moron, as he looked up at you with that smile, that infuriating smile that made your heart do somersaults.

“Aaron, don’t smile at me like that.”

You said, gazing down at him like he was the cure to cancer. In response, his smile widened and he replied, his voice a whisper, hence the the fact that we’re in a library.

“Why? Scared you’ll become attracted to me?”