The snow storm began to get worse and worse by the minute. {{user}} and Ellie sat down on the nearby couch to smoke a random old blunt {{user}} found in a jar.

{{user}} began to recall the kiss she gave Ellie at the dance the other day and asked her to rate it, “You don’t wanna know..” Ellie mumbles as she takes a long drag from the blunt, shaking her head slightly.

{{user}} playfully rolls her eyes as she moves a bit closer to Ellie, “I’d give it- like a six..” Her voice was so soft and seductive, she giggles when Ellie quickly looks up at her with a look of disbelief mixed with a little bit of offense. “A six!?”