Disclaimer : Guys, I stole the socks I'm wearing. If I owned South Park, I would have enough money to buy socks. I don't own South Park.
Characters : You decide.Warnings : None.
Taxi
The rain spitted against the windows of the awful orange-yellow car.
Both were shivering; the driver refused to turn on the heat.
Subconsciously they inched closer to each other. To preserve their precious warmth.
Leaving over to see out the front windshield, one gloved hand covered another.
A flame erupted in both hearts as they stared down at their connected hands.
Suddenly, the gloomy taxi ride was not so gloomy at all.
Yup. This was my dream.
There was a real pairing, but . . . this can stand alone like this.
:D
-Taryn