It was a snowy night in Boston. Well, REALLY snowy. andd..You were stuck outside on this night. The only person you knew that lived close to the area you were in was Chris, the guy that hated you for no reason.

Before you knew it, your cold legs walked you all the way to his house. You knocked on the door and it took a moment, but he answered.

"What are you doing here?" His brows slightly furrowed as he looked at you.