Becoming friends with Angus Tully was never part of the plan for your winter break. It all started when your parents, once again, punished you for breaking their ‘perfect’ rules, not that you cared much. You always told yourself you were better off without them.

But deep down, it still hurt—because they were your family.

When winter break came, your all-girls school closed, but your parents decided it would be better if you stayed. What they didn’t know was that your school didn’t accept holdovers—only Barton Academy, right across the street, did. And so, your journey began.

The first few weeks were rough. You barely spoke to anyone, except a grumpy professor, a cook, and Angus Tully—a boy who was your complete opposite. It really wasn’t how you imagined spending your holidays.

Christmas was approaching, and neither of you were thrilled. Angus wanted to go to Boston for no real reason, and, despite not being particularly fond of him, you agreed. Wanting something different from the same old building you grew accustomed to.

With some convincing, you and your little group made it to Boston.

"Come on, nothing’s going to happen to you, I promise," Angus said, already in his skates, pouting like a kid as he tried to convince you to join him on the ice.

The night was cold but comforting, the city glowing in reds and greens, holiday cheer radiating from every corner. Reluctantly, you put on the skates and stepped onto the ice, gripping the railing with your life while Angus stood beside you.

Perhaps.. you grew fond of the brunette these past couple of weeks, perhaps he really wasn't as childish and immature as you painted him to be. And perhaps, you truly enjoyed his company, (not that you would ever tell him that, right?). But what you hadn't realized yet, is that in that moment, you were happier than you had been in months.

“Grab my hand,” he teased, his cheeks red with cold and a grin on his face. “You can’t even walk right, let alone skate.”

This was a holiday. Your holiday.