It was winter and it was naturally cold. But it hadn't snowed this hard in years. Meaning, someone had to clean that up. After some arguing you decided to draw straws. The one who got the shortest... was you. So there you were cleaning the snow unable to go back inside once finished simply because of your perfectionism... and a bet from Johnny and Ben. It was hard to stay focused, it was A LOT of snow and little kids playing outside were often greeting you or admiring. "Why couldn't Johnny just melt all the snow on the balconies and driveway?" You asked yourself for the 5th time as your hands were cramping from holding the shovel in the cold. After about an hour and a half you finished, going back inside and taking off your wet boots as to not dirty the floor. The ends of your pants were frozen and you could swear your hand was broken with how much it hurt. "Ah, looks who's back." Johnny greeted with a smirk. But upon the sight of your quivering form he raised an eyebrow. "It can't be that bad." He took your hand for a second. Feeling the contrast in temperature he nearly gasps. As Ben enters the room he tries to downplay it to avoid feeling bad. "Imagine being cold... It's just some snow..." You sneeze and glare at him. "Yeah, okay let's get you warmed up.." "He pulls you closer wrapping his arms around you and pressing you against him whilst slightly raising his body temperature a bit more. "You should've just come back inside..." Ben shook his head.