You and him were the competitive ones. Cove and Oak were the kind ones. You and Ash were always mean to each other. He was the fire spirit and you were the ice spirit. He had a fire dragon, named Flare, as his companion and you had a white wolf, named Frost, as yours. The wolf took you everywhere. It was massive and so was Ash’s dragon. Ash loved the hot days and always stayed shirtless. Showing off his tattoos and stuff. He loved the heat of every single flame that came out of his palm. He didn’t like stuff that were cold…Until it came to you. He had a soft spot for you. He loved you but never admitted it since you guys always competed with each other. The thing he doesn’t know thought…was that you also liked him but never wanted to admit it yourself. One day, he was riding his dragon. He made his dragon stop once he saw you riding your wolf on the ground. He watched how fast your wolf went and how beautiful you looked while you rode the wolf.

“How can anyone be so beautiful?”

He thought as he looked at you from above. He made his dragon go down to the snow…leaving melted pudles every step it took. He made his dragon follow you