Hello my lovelies! Well, Here we have it! Another story! I spent a whole day and more on this, because well why not. Okay I lied I had written this once and it was CRAAAAAP like I couldn't read it without gagging it was so bad, so after 4 hours of writing, I began revising for well, I'm at 3 hours now because distraction. And lots of coffee. The second I got tea though, my genius was unleashed. #ThePowerofTea , Amiright? Well, anyways here we go! (First chapters a bit of a tease, you'll soon find out why). ;)

Alex-

It was 11:53. Wednesday night.

He had nothing.

Alex groaned loudly, throwing his last piece of paper he had out into the already overflowing wastebasket. He had been writing for days and days, but no matter how much he wrote, nothing came out to his liking.

He was practically going insane.

Usually, when he was asked to write an argumentative paper, he could have it done within a day. He had been slaving over the same paper, the same dang paper for so long, and the deadline was Friday. The one time he was actually running out of time, and he couldn't write. He put his head in his hands, rubbing his eyes. What was even worse is that he had no idea how far his colleagues were, seemings all his classes had been cancelled due to a raging blizzard outside. That left him to his own anxieties that everyone had no trouble with the assignment, and he was falling behind. Of course, he had no way to be sure, but he had the feeling.

Bang Bang!

His head shot up, nearly giving himself whiplash. He turned uneasily towards the door, half expecting something to knock it down. He held his breath.

Bang Bang Bang!

He glanced to the window, the sill had been caked in a thick layer of snow, almost covering it up completely. There was no possible way anyone could be out in such weather. He stood up slowly, cautiously making his way to the door. He gripped the door handle, tugging about three times before finally wrenching open the frozen door. He was greeted by a cold blast of wind and snow in his face. He wiped it off, then saw the source of the knocking. It was John. His eyes widened, before he said anything he took note of his blue lips, and frozen stiff ponytail. He was supposed to be about a hundred miles away. He broke himself from his daze, grabbing his half frozen friend by the arm and pulling him inside.

"John? What in the name of God are you doing here?!" He exclaimed

"R-roof caved in, I was p-planning to surprise you but the house fell apart in the storm." He shivered, rubbing his hands together. Alex's eyes widened, not only at the explanation but at how cold he looked. He looked nearly half dead if anything, it terrified him.

"How far away was the house? Are you okay? God John you look so cold! "

"It had to have been a few blocks. I-I was running out of firewood anyways. So.. s-surprise!"

Alex laughed, pulling John in for a hug.

"It really good to see you- Jesus you need new clothes. Here, let me fetch some." He quickly walked into the next room, pulling out a plain white shirt and brown pants, a pair he hadn't ever worn before due to them being too large. He handed them to John.

"Here you go, may be a bit big, but they should do, I'll get some tea and blankets-"

"Alex you really don't have to do that," John said, taking his hair out of its ponytail. Alex shook his head, already making his way to the kitchen.

"I know, but it's nice to have some company. Just maybe not in the form of frozen, possibly hypothermic. Now, also dripping."

He chuckled as John looked in the closest mirror. His brown curls which had been frozen stiff were now dripping wet already, beading down the side of his face and onto the floor. He turned to Alex, smiling sheepishly.

"Don't think you have a towel, do you?"

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John-

John took a sip from his tea, silently rejoicing for the warm drink he had been given. He was also pretty happy he was able to feel his fingers and toes again, after Alex gave him the outfit and blanket. He had never been that cold before, not to mention he had fallen into the snow a few times from slipping. Of course, he wasn't about to tell Alex about it. He sighed, leaning his head back.

"You sure it's alright that I crash here? I mean- I really don't want to intrude, and if you have things to do.." he said, looking up at Alex from his spot on the floor.

"Are you kidding? I'm not sending you back out there. Besides, I don't mind you being here at all, I need to take a break from writing anyways," Alex said, taking a drink from his cup. John raised an eyebrow.

"Did I hear correctly? A 'break from writing'? Are you okay?" He questioned. He knew Alex, and one thing he knew is that he took writing very seriously,

"I've been working on that argumentative paper for two days now and I'm coming up dry, John," He ran a hand through his hair. "I think I just need a day or so to clear my head."

John set his cup down, still eyeing his friend curiously.

"You've never had a problem with those before, lot's on your mind?"

"I guess. I don't know what the deal is." He sighed. "Maybe I'm just losing my touch. I bet everyone else finished it with ease."

"Or maybe you just have a bit of writer's block, it happens to everyone at some point," John said.

It looked like Alex was just about to respond when another burst of wind hit, making an awful howling noise. Suddenly, the door flew open with a great force, making Alex nearly choke on his drink.

"Woah!"

They both stood up simultaneously, John taking a step back, and Alex running to the open door.

"Okay, we're good. It was just the wind," Alex said, slamming the door shut and locking it.

"That storm doesn't seem like it's letting up one bit. Maybe even getting worse by the looks of it."

"Yeah, well I guess you can count on class being dismissed tomorrow, then." John said, walking back over to his spot on the floor. He wrapped the blanket tighter around himself. The house seemed to lose a good third of its heat just in those few seconds. That was how cold it was.

"Oh lovely, well, maybe I'll get lucky and the storm will hold out for the rest of the week." He said, scowling.

"You'll get it Alex, you always do. Maybe you just need to sleep on it."

"Maybe. Speaking of which, maybe I should be hitting the hay. You can stay up if you want-"

"Are you kidding? I'm exhausted," John stood up, laughing. "So uh, where do I…?"

"Oh," Alex furrowed his eyebrows "Yeah, I sorta forgot there's only one bed. I can just sleep on the floor-"

"Alex I'm not going to let you sleep on cold hardwood, if anything I can." John said.

"Yeah but then I'll feel bad. Here, why don't we just both sleep on the bed, and whoever falls off first stays on the floor!"

John laughed again, "Okay, but no kicking or pushing!"

"Awww."

"Alex, the point of going to bed is sleeping. You man-child."

Alex smiled and stood up, "Fine."

John stood up as well, following Alex through the doorway on the far side of the room. He looked around at the hallway, which was very dimly lit. They reached the bedroom, and John couldn't help but notice the bed, which was neatly made. It looked like it hadn't been slept in in weeks. He walked over to the desk in the corner, running his fingers against the surface. He pulled back, noticing dust on his hand. There were only a few things in the room: the small desk, a lamp, and a small leather chair in the corner.

"I know, not much in here. I usually don't end up making it to the bed, I just crash on the desk in the living quarters," He said, practically reading John's mind. "I forgot what my bed even feels like."

John watched him as he walked over to the side of his bed, falling face first into it. He couldn't help but laugh at his reaction.

"Oh wow Its so soft!"

John walked over, sitting on the edge of the bed. It was a queen size bed, and a pretty comfortable one at that. The sheets were thick, and the pillows looked incredibly soft. As a kid, John always slept in a folding spring bed, The springs would always dig into his back, making it very uncomfortable. He looked down at Alex. Who hadn't moved from his face down position.

"Alex?"

"Hm?"

He laughed.

"Who's that?"

John pointed at a picture sitting on the far edge of the desk, which he had just noticed. Alex lifted his head.

"Oh, her? That's my mother."

John looked more closely, the painting was of a woman, who seemed to be in her mid twenties. She looked as healthy as ever.

"Wow, she was very pretty." He said, noticing her eyes. He looked back over to Alex, whose eyes looked virtually the same. Sparkly, chestnut with green dots.

"Thanks," He flipped his hair, looking up. "It's where I get my good looks."

The response made John crack up. "Okay, "Mr. Appealing""

Alex grinned, standing up. He pulled up the sheets and laid down, pulling them up to his neck.

"I missed this."

John did the same, usually he would sleep on top of the covers, but he was still rather cold. The bed was actually very warm.

"And I could definitely get used to this!" John said, sliding down farther into the sheets.

"Well, let's see if anyone ends up on the floor," Alex said reaching over to the lamp. "Goodnight."

"Goodnight."

He blew out the candle, and the room was enveloped in darkness. John fell asleep nearly instantly.

A/N- Well, that raps up the first chapter! I'm not sure how many there will be yet, I'm shooting for at LEAST 3. Well, chapter two is already under way, so I'll be back soon! Don't forget to leave a review! Love!