The fire crackles softly, the smoke swirling up in long, thin tendrils, filling the air with the thick scent of ash. Despite the warm fire flaring to life, flames licking upwards, the air is a bitter cold that wracks your bones and sends goosebumps across your skin like a disease. Even with the coat you're wearing, the beanie on your head, and the fire you're sitting in front of... it's still a bit too cold.

Until Roy plops down next to you, his shoulder bumping against yours as he takes a swig from his beer bottle, holding it loosely by the neck. And then Tracy is settling on your other side, just as warm, just as close, caging you in between them. And as you stare at the orange flames flicking up, the ashes glowing in the air before fading to darkness, you don't feel so cold anymore.

And Roy's arm is wrapping around your shoulder while Tracy's arm is wrapping around your waist, each one pulling you towards them in an awkward way that makes your body twist at your midsection, pulling the corners of your lips up into a smile, a huff of laughter escaping your lips, the breath visible in the air.

"You two still haven't learned to share?" You muse, accepting a sip of Tracy's beer as he holds it to your lips.

Sharing was not something any of you expected. You had been friends with Roy and Tracy for a few years now, and you were close despite the unspoken conversations the two boys seemed to always have between them. Conversations with their eyes that you could never quite figure out. It all came to a head after a- surprisingly- sober confession that both of them liked you. Loved you. And you could not choose... because for the past three years, you had loved both of them too.

Sharing was the only logical option. You loved it- double the attention, double the love, and nothing had to change. Nothing was broken. Roy and Tracy accepted the idea despite their troubles adapting to it now.

Roy raised an eyebrow, glancing at Tracy over your head. "It's hard," He teased with a lopsided smile.