Tyler's house was going to burn down. His house was going to burn down to a smoldering heap and it was all Reid's fault.

"Stop cramming newspaper in there!" Tyler huffed, pulling Reid away from the increasingly large fire he was building.

"Lighten up babe, we got the day off," Reid tugged on the strings of Tyler's hoodie. Their coach found it necessary for them to have swim practice through winter break, but a snowstorm the previous night had all of Ipswich house bound.

"Exactly. So, I'd like to relax without having to worry about you incinerating us."

Reid leered, "Well I guess we'll have to find another way to keep warm."

Tyler pushed Reid away. "As sore as I am? Not on your life kid," he scoffed.

"Fine," Reid moaned. "I'll just go make hot chocolate."

"Drama queen."