Kazumi was submerged in a pool of decisions and conflict that she couldn't even concentrate on what she was doing. Everything was so confusing at the time. One, she was in a big relationship crisis. It was shoved into one corner of her brain being enlarged every time she thought about it, which was often. WAY to often... She felt bad and terrible, because she was lying to two boys, Ryo and Arashi. Honestly, she loved them both. Ryo was a family friend and Kazumi knew him since childhood. But Arashi, Arashi was different. He was romantic. He was charming. He was dark. He was mysterious. And, two, her parents had divorced. It had happened recently, and since then, Kazumi and her sister and her mom have been alone. They tried to get out more often, but it was rare that they went to the mall to shop or went out to eat. But, you see, they were happy. Kazumi was on the flight of stairs that led to the second floor. Her brunette curl hair was tied in a pony-tail, half of it covering her right eye. She wore a flannel pink and blue shirt, covered by a gray jacket. Her legs were covered in black skinny jeans, and black leather boots would be found on both of her feet.
"Mom! I'm stepping outside!" Kazumi yelled to her mother in the kitchen
"Okay, sweetie!"

Kazumi stepped out of the door onto the porch, and walked down the steps. She let the snowflakes fall on her arms. She felt a sneeze coming on so... she let it out. When she looked up from her arm, she saw Arashi.
" OH MY GOD, ARASHI! WHAT THE HE-"
"Calm down. It's just me." Arashi shook his head, causing stands of hair to fall in front of his left eye.
"Arashi... I thought... you w-were my dad..."
By this time, Kazumi was breathing heavily and her heart was pounding like a drum.
Arashi grabbed Kazumi's hand and guided her to the steps of the porch.
"Here, sit down." Arashi said, gently.
She sat down, followed by Arashi.