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Chapter Fifteen: Taking It In Stride
Location: Somewhere in the Hallways of Third Street
...after what seemed like forever, the six of them had somehow landed on the floating girls' restroom door. The six of them shifted their balance back and forth trying to stabilize their weight. They slowly opened their eyes and they saw themselves 'surfing' on the restroom door down the hallways of Third Street!
Gus excitedly called to T.J., "Teej! Teej! Can you believe it?!?" He knelt down on the front right corner of the door and was thrilled over the ride.
T.J. was on the front of the door with one leg lunged forward and one leg back. He was trying to take in the unbelievably awesome ride he was experiencing. T.J. in awe softly replied, "Whoa..." and he slowly smiled in slyness, remembering how in one of his comics, Senior Fusion had surfed in a particular adventure also. In cool slyness he commented, "Tender...."
Mikey and Gretchen were more worried (and at the back end of the door) since the wave seemed to be too unpredictable. Gretchen stuttered, "I just can't understand....it!" She fell down on all four limbs and tried to keep balance on the door.
Mikey, panic-stricken, knelt down on the board, and whimpered, "Tell me when it's over..."
Spinelli carefully walked over, held onto T.J.'s left shoulder and cheered, "Whompin' Bobbula Teej! This is awesome!" Her lungs were filled with exhilaration, her eyes brightened in vitality, and she held onto T.J. softly, with her head slightly resting on the back of his shoulder....enjoying the moment...
Vince took all of the excitement in stride and just relaxed on the door between the vivacious three in front of him and the scared two behind him. He grinned smiling, "All right...this is way too cool!"
The kids around them, in the water, began enjoying the water as if they were in a humungous water slide in Gonzo's Water Park. Some of them would cheer, scream, and giggle in joy.
Gus, jubilantly shocked said, "Can you believe it that we're SURFING in the hallways of our school?!?"
They were approaching the end of the straight hallway that divided into two, left and right. T.J. yelled above the thrashing and gushing water, "Guys, shift your weight to the left so we won't crash into the wall!" He grunted, "Ready...." The formidable, impenetrable wall seemed to want to end their 'joy ride' but T.J. yelled, "Go!!!!" All six of them clenched their eyelids shut and shifted their weight to the left. After they whipped around the corner and past the turn, Spinelli opened her eyes slowly and found herself holding T.J. tightly. She got kind of creeped out seeing how she held T.J. more tightly than her 'Mr. Monk Monk' when she was younger.
She couldn't spend much time dwelling on her behavior when they all looked forward again and saw the front doors of the school in front of them. They gulped not knowing what to do. Gretchen shouted, "T.J.! We have to jump out otherwise the water will smash us through the doors and into the freezing cold! We'll all be worse off than Spinelli was like last time!"
T.J. got the gang's attention, "Guys! We have to jump to the sides of the hallway and hold onto something as the water drains outside!" The students and faculty were already grabbing onto the door knobs and locker handles to avoid the hypothermia fate that could await them while being beaten down by the gushing, turbulent waters.
Spinelli looked at her arms again and softly apologized in T.J.'s left ear, "Sorry Teej..."
T.J. concerned, look back at the corner of his left eye, "For what?" T.J. enjoyed the thrill and rush of what was happening around him, but deep inside, the way how Spinelli was holding onto him throughout the ride made him have a deeper sense of comfort. Another emotion...he had never experienced...
Spinelli stumbled, seeing those hypnotizing eyes again, "Uh...for hold-- JUMP EVERYONE! NOW!" Spinelli, Mikey, and Gretchen jumped to the left while T.J., Vince, and Gus jumped to the right. They all put their arms in front of their faces to lessen the hard blow on their bodies and when they fell down, the water was trying to sweep them away. They quickly latched onto the locker handles nearby as they were tossed and turned like a flag on a wind gusting day. The water busted the doors outside and the water drained out of the hallways making all sorts of gushing, and 'whoosh' sounds like a whirlpool. The high rate of drainage caused a suction force that created almost a whirlpool. The front doorway swallowing the violate water....and before everyone could sense it....it was over.
The gang, students, and faculty that were in the water were all okay and were scattered among the floor. A janitor opened his eyes and quickly shut and locked the front doors, observing a huge tunnel in front of him, of where the water had traveled, that was underneath several feet of snow. Everyone opened their eyes and woke up to a constant dripping, shoe-squeaking, and the slick, cold, hard sounds of the floor. The gang was halfway drenched, and they saw the destruction of how the water violently tore and shattered the displays and posters on the walls it traveled. Papers, some textbooks, and some other office supplies littered the floor.
Before the gang could turn around to face each other, Ms. Finster appeared unknowingly and complained, "My bloomers, my pantyhose, ack! I've never been so drenched!" She faced Gretchen and was condescendingly looking downward at her, "You Grundler are in the biggest trouble ever! BIGGER than when you and your friends broke Mr. Third's statue! The only thing you have to be thankful for is that all this blasted water was sanitary intake water and not sewage!" She raised her eyebrows and grinned, "You are going to get the most vicious disciplinary consequence!" Before Ms. Finster could continue, she noticed Hank coughing and hacking on his knees. She ran toward him and worriedly screamed, "Oh dear Hank! My precious seaweed...are you okay?!?"
Hank calmly replied, "I'll be fine my loving radiator...all I have to do is clean myself up a bit and then I'll be able to clean this place up in a jiffy! C'mon kids...let me take you to the furnace downstairs, so you all can dry off!"
Ms. Finster whispered to Hank, so that only the two of them could hear, "But Hank...that's our little..."
Hank softly explained, with sorrowful eyes, "Sorry Muriel...but my job is priority one...remember? We don't want things to go crazy like last time..."
Ms. Finster felt dejected in disappointment that she wouldn't be able to spend some alone time with him, since she thought about that all during the storm. She noticed the kids again and grumbled, "Move you little sea rats! And GET DRIED quickly... because it's getting close to your curfew time!!!" The kids and the gang slowly followed Hank to the basement to get dried and to recuperate from their exhaustive ride.
Meanwhile, back at the Secretary's Office, Ms. Lemmon was still away and Stacey was patiently waiting for Menlo to finish his work. The two were oblivious to the huge wave that rushed down one of the hallways of Third Street since they were located away from that particular girls' restroom. Stacey glanced up at the clock at it was near 10 PM. Principal Prickly left his office a long time ago and he was trying to make the best of the snow storm situation, by relaxing at the teacher's lounge. She saw that Menlo was gradually become less and less occupied with the phone calls, so she decided to fit in a question, "Um....Menlo....what about my teacher, Mr. Johnson? Won't he wonder where I am?"
Menlo snottily replied, "Don't worry I called him at his classroom phone and told him that you had permission to stay up late because you had to assist me with some filing."
Stacey sighed, not bothered by Menlo's response. A few more minutes passed and Menlo took a deep breath, "Finally! All of those time-wasting non-common sense parents are quiet! The situation with the flooding is done by shutting off the water and the janitors are cleaning everything up. We found enough blankets for the entire school...after they have been properly washed of course... And the snow storm should weaken in the morning. Ah! At last my burdensome work is finished! Phew!" (The janitors did not inform Menlo about how bad the flooding really was.)
Stacey wittily asked, with a small smirk, "All in a day's work?"
Menlo dismissed her, "Hardly...more like in a month's work." He cleared his throat and paid more attention to Stacey. He proposed his dilemma, "Now I need help in you teaching me how to dance! I want every precise detailed move so I can observe this 'coolness', as they say, functioning. Shall we head to the library now?"
Stacey gently interrupted, "Uh...we need a CD player stereo for us to dance to."
Menlo smugly announced, "Don't worry I do have that..." Menlo got down and picked up a CD player and radio boom box that was underneath his desk and carried it in his left hand. They both left the secretary's office, turned off the lights, gathered their things, and Menlo locked the door behind themselves. They carefully tried to walk down the hallways since the school was under a curfew. It was planned for the night that each student would receive a blanket, but the kids would have to use their coat/jacket as a pillow. All classes, teacher and students, would have to sleep in their classrooms altogether as if it was a camping trip. Menlo and Stacey could overhear some kids whispering behind the closed classroom doors; they knew it was probably about them because the kids would be looking through the crack, underneath the door from their dark, unlit classrooms. (The lights in all the classrooms were turned off.) They were attentive about every step they made so that the students and teachers could sleep.
Stacey was surprised by Menlo owning a boom box, she curiously asked, "Wow...I didn't know you liked music as well..."
Menlo huffed at Stacey's comment; he corrected her, "Music? Such a waste of time....I actually listen to WFYI."
Stacey was taken back and her eyebrows were raised, trying to understand. "WFYI? The AM station that plays news A LOT?"
Menlo corrected her again, "Not just a lot....all the time!" He inhaled at the thought, "Ah! News 24 hours a day, 7 days a week!"
Stacey just rolled her eyes in embarrassment that she just thought earlier that Menlo would actually like music. They began walking upstairs and reached the library. The library was locked and the librarians were actually sleeping at the teacher's lounge for the night. After opening the door, Stacey walked to a table, setting her things down while Menlo turned the lights on and closed the classroom window door shades so the classroom across from them wouldn't notice.
Menlo softly delighted in the moment. "Shall we begin the lesson?"
Stacey looked up and sighed. It wasn't that she didn't like teaching others to dance but dealing with Menlo's stern and perfectionist behavior was annoying and becoming more unpleasant, yet as annoyed as she might have been, inside she was slightly fearful dealing with such a person that had administrative school power. She indifferently said, "Okay I'll just plug it in and put in a CD." She found an outlet and placed the plug in the outlet and placed the CD inside. She was willing to give Menlo her courtesy and said, "Let me see what moves you have so far." She cleared the tables away to make room for the dancing and played a song. The song began...
"What is love
Oh baby, don't hurt me.
Don't hurt me no more.
Oh, baby don't hurt me.
Don't hurt me no more..."
Stacey was reluctant to play this song, but Menlo stopped her, insisting, "No...this is satisfactory... I shall get my 'freak on' as they say..."
Stacey looked up again taking another deep sigh.
"What is love
Yeah
Oh, I don't know why your're not there
I give you my love, but you don't care
So what is right and what is wrong
Gimme a sign..."
Stacey was mortified seeing what was happening before her. Menlo was dancing horribly. Menlo was just standing still with his feet together and his hands at this sides and he was moving his hips only. He was emotionless and plain. His hips were swinging as far front and back as he could...almost as if he was presenting his crotch.
"What is love
Oh baby, don't hurt me
Don't hurt me no more
What is love
Oh baby, don't hurt me
Don't hurt me no more
Whoa whoa whoa, oooh oooh
Whoa whoa whoa, oooh oooh..."
(Lyrics from Haddaway "What Is Love?")
Stacey immediately ran to the CD player and stopped it. She called out, "Whoa...Whoa....okay now.....stop right there..." and went to Menlo.
Menlo snapped, "What's wrong?!? Everyone says it's 'in the hips', right?!?" He put his hands on his hips.
Stacey saw Menlo's position and delicately tried to say, while breathing through her teeth, "Umm....could you please put your hips a...'back in'?" Menlo corrected his posture but still put his hands on his hips in frustration. Stacey realized the how big the situation would be and said, "How much are you expecting to learn in how much time Menlo?"
Menlo walked to a chair and angrily elaborated, "Everything tonight!"
Stacey shouted, "WHAT?!?" She was conscious about how loud she was and she normally spoke, "It takes time...."
Menlo looked outside and described, "Well...we have the time..." Stacey noticed the unforgiving snow storm outside as well and the snowfall was already a story high. Menlo continued, "And I'm very meticulous in taking down notes..." Menlo took from his backpack a notebook and pen.
Stacey didn't really have a choice not because of fear of Menlo's administrative power, but primarily for Menlo threatening to reveal her 'dancing alias' since she had a similar experience back at her old school where she was teased and ridiculed endlessly for her outstanding talent when those students found out. She walked up to the CD player and played another song.
"This is the rhythm of the night
The night, oh yeah
The rhythm of the night
This is the rhythm of the night
My life, oh yeah
The rhythm of the night..."
She faced back to Menlo and introduced the concept of dancing, "Look Menlo...I'm sorry but with you... I'm gonna have to start off back to square one." Stacey noticed it was 10:20 PM and knew it was going be a very, very, long night.
Menlo leaned back in his chair with his notebook and pen and cooingly emphasized, "I have my pen and notebook ready for your instructions..."
"You could put some joy upon my face
Oh sunshine in an empty place
Take me to turn to and babe I'll make you stay
Oh I can ease you of your pain
Feel you give me love again
Round and round we go, each time I hear you say..."
(Lyrics from Corona "The Rhythm Of The Night")
Stacey mentally sighed again about how ironic things were now with this song being played. Stacey was pushing herself to even cooperate in teaching Menlo how to dance and it wasn't like she was helping a friend out. She thought again, '...if I even knew what having a friend felt like....' and she slipped slowly into her sadness reflecting over her life. She saw Menlo and began explaining the dancing, "First you have to listen to the beat of the song..." She wanted to avoid going back to that dark, lonely, cold world of isolation and so she focused on the teaching and at least she thought to herself, 'At least I have some music to help me through this...'
Back in Ms. Finster's classroom, there was random silent whispering in the darkness causing Ms. Finster to become increasingly agitated. The only light came from the streetlights that radiated through the mountains of snow and bathed the classroom in a soft, comforting dimly lit white. She was disappointed over not getting a chance to meet with Hank at their secret love place near the furnace and infuriated that she had to end up babysitting her class throughout the night. She tossed and turned on the floor (lying between her desk and the chalkboard) trying to get comfortable but it was useless. She cursed out to the class, "SHUT UP YOU LITTLE CRICKETS! Some of us are trying to sleep!"
The class moved their desks to the corner of the classroom and was lined up in rows, as if they were sleeping in an army barrack. The Ashleys on the other hand decided to sleep sitting on their desks. There was no way they were going to sleep on the floor.
Ashley B complained softly to the Ashleys, "Like there is no way I'm sleeping on that muddy, filth floor!" The floor was actually clean though.
Ashley Q added whispering, "Yeah, especially after Spin-ugly or I should say... Spinsmelly bathed in that bathroom water! Heee Hee.." The gang, Ms. Finster, and the others that were submerged by the waters of the bathroom were all dried off earlier and they were just tired; thankfully, as Ms. Finster mentioned earlier the water wasn't sewage water and only tap intake water (like from a faucet.)
Ashley A looked at Randall snoring away heavily. She took one of her fuzzy pink plush pens from her desk and took the fuzzy part off. She gave a sinister smile and threw the pen really hard at him. WHACK! Randall woke up and moaned, "OWW! That hurt! Which one of you did that?!? Answer me now!"
The Ashleys immediately pretended to be asleep as Randall whipped his head around looking in intense anger. Hustler Kid groaned hearing Randall, that was disturbing his sleep, "Just sleep, will ya?!? Sheesh!"
Randall spoke louder, "I DEMAND to know who that! I've been hit for 4 times so far!" The class simultaneously whined, "RANDALL GO TO BED!"
Randall reluctantly lied down back on the floor and the Ashleys silently giggled among themselves hearing what just happened.
The gang was all lined up close together on the classroom floor as if it was one of their camping trips near the pond. The whispering continued throughout the classroom like a silent wind. The gang was lined up, from left to right: Gretchen, Spinelli, T.J., Vince, Gus, and Mikey. They gang was slightly shivering from the cold, heat absorbing floor even though the school was warm enough.
Gus remembered, "Hey, guys! Whatever happened to Stacey? I didn't see her before we had to get ready to sleep."
Vince replied, "I overheard from Mr. Johnson's class while we were walking back that Stacey had to stay up late in helping Menlo."
The rest of the gang, faced Vince, and slightly increased their voice, "WHAT?!?"
Spinelli commented, with disgust, "Huh! Staying with Menlo...that's gotta be torture!"
Mikey cried, "Oh why?!? Such a free spirit has to be oppressed by such a stern soul!" Gordy nearby them, started 'shhhh'ing them.
Gretchen explained, "Well.... in the morning we'll see how Stacey is. Menlo can't be that mean....can he?" The gang was silent for some time not knowing what to think of Menlo. Half an hour passed, and everyone was sleeping except for Spinelli.
Spinelli was tossing and turning because her black jacket wasn't comfortable at all to be used as a pillow since there was no insulation in it. She lied there on the hard, acrylic floor thinking of anyway to get comfortable. She thought about sneaking out of the door and getting something from her locker, but Ms. Finster attached a bell on the top of the door to hear anyone (since Ms. Finster was a light sleeper and had ears like a dog.) She turned to her right and saw Gretchen shivering badly. She saw how Gretchen had curled herself up trying to keep warm. Spinelli sighed in slight sadness seeing her so cold and stood up, took her blanket, and gently placed it over Gretchen making sure it completely covered her. Spinelli silently talked to her, as if Gretchen was awake, "Dang Gretch! You need some more meat on ya! That way you wouldn't be so cold."
Spinelli lied back down on the callous floor facing Gretchen and tried to sleep. She smiled to herself seeing how Gretchen was not shivering anymore, but now she was feeling pretty cold. She tossed and turned, and then faced T.J., she smiled again seeing T.J. How innocent and cute he looked while he was off dreaming somewhere with his ruffled, messy hair which she knew that T.J. combed only now and then. She teased herself thinking, "If only I could get a picture of this! Hee Hee"
T.J.'s arms were curled up in front of him, with his hands clutched together placed between his chin and neck. He was sleeping on his green, cotton jacket with his red baseball cap placed just above him. Spinelli just sat up and looked at the gang around her. She exhaled out of her nose a lot, trying to muffle her laughter. She saw how the five of them were sleeping so peacefully and quiet...almost like kindergarteners during their naps. She thought to herself, 'Aw man! I'm really missing a good opportunity to get a picture of them!' She lied back down and stared back at T.J. She was finding herself noticing how 'cute' T.J. looked. She was noticing his cute freckles sprinkled on his cheeks, his deep brown chestnut hair, his cute nose that would move around when he sniffled, and his peaceful face expression. She started breathing hard, making a silent 'phew!' She thought to herself, 'Get a grip Spinelli! You're tough girl Spinelli...you're going too cute on me here.' She tried to rationalize it and tried to avoid looking at T.J., even turning around to face Gretchen, but somehow or something made her eyes to creep over looking at him. She thankfully thought, 'At least Teej's eyes aren't open...heck then I'd really get lost here...' She guiltily thought about how the Ashleys were right, back at the Winter Holiday Dance, that there was something going on inside of her...something really big...
Another half-hour passed, and Spinelli was becoming aggravated how she wasn't able to sleep. The cold floor and thin black jacket, which seemed to be no help whatsoever even with her wearing her ski cap, made it no different as if she was just sleeping on the floor. Frustrated, she turned her body again but her elbow moved too far and she elbowed T.J. in the stomach. She mentally cursed herself out for hurting T.J.
T.J. moaned, while he got up saying, "Owww! What the?" He sat up and his eyes cleared up and adjusted to the darkness to see Spinelli's face mixed with worry and guilt.
Spinelli immediately apologized, "Sorry Teej! I didn't mean to hurt ya or wake ya up!" She blamed herself mentally seeing T.J.'s face somewhat clenched up from the pain.
T.J. rubbed his stomach with his left hand trying to comfort it; trying to take in the pain. He silently told her, "It's okay Spin! I'll be fine..." T.J.'s stomach was hurting pretty badly as if someone punched his stomach, but he knew that it just was how tough gal Spinelli was and began ignoring the pain. He noticed Spinelli didn't have a blanket and opened his eyes wider, in confusion, "Spinelli, what happened to your blanket?"
Spinelli wanted to help T.J. feel better but she thought that she did enough damage already. She thought back to what T.J. was saying and replied, "I gave mine to Gretch. I mean, she was shivering pretty bad Teej!"
T.J. tiredly (after sitting up), pressed on, "What about you?"
Spinelli wasn't going to ask for anything from T.J. since she already hurt him. She brushed the topic off, "I'll be okay Teej."
T.J. looked to the right and observed how thin Spinelli's jacket was compared to how plush his cotton jacket was. He suggested, "Spin, why don't you use my jacket as a pillow and take my blanket? That way you'll be more comfortable."
Spinelli felt even guiltier about T.J.'s offer and she cut him off, "Look Teej...I'll be okay..."
T.J. explained, "Don't worry I know what to get..." Spinelli was just sitting there wondering what T.J. meant. T.J. tip-toed his way through the class and was getting something from his desk. He took out 2 textbooks and carried them with him as he carefully stepped back to where he was sleeping for the night.
Spinelli, shocked, whispered loudly, "TEXTBOOKS TEEJ?!? Are you nuts?!?"
T.J. gently placed his textbooks down on the floor and pushed them to where his head would lie down. He curled his jacket up again, like a ball, and tried to fluff it up somewhat and placed it where Spinelli's head would lie. He casually said, "It's okay Spinelli....I mean sometimes I'm used to sleeping on a hard floor since I used to spend some nights up at my tree house."
Spinelli crossed her arms, looked up and teased him, "Teej, you don't have to..." Her heart felt heavy seeing T.J. sacrifice his comfort for hers after what she did to him.
T.J. warmly looked back, "It's okay Spinelli....really...besides, you haven't really slept much have you?"
Spinelli felt nervous seeing those captivating baby, blue eyes again and looked down. She thanked him softly, "Thanks Teej..." She lied down on the floor and rested her head slowly on T.J.'s green jacket. She began to discover how soft the jacket was...and even it the right position, it was almost like a pillow. She closed her eyes for few seconds absorbing the softness of the coat and relishing T.J.'s warmth that slowly dissipated from it. She was finding herself more sleepy and comfortable than she ever thought she would. She opened her eyes quickly reminding herself that T.J. was still there and she saw him covering her with his blanket.
She snapped back teasingly, "Teej! C'mon now...you can't be cold either!"
T.J. calmly said, "I don't need one Spinelli..." T.J. lied back down and faced Vince. He curled himself up a bit to keep warm since he was wearing only his white T-shirt.
Spinelli was a little peeved seeing how stubborn T.J. was to manage by himself. She saw that T.J. was wearing only his white T-shirt despite knowing how often his parents would tell him to dress warmer, yet T.J. could get away by wearing that green jacket since it kept him surprisingly warm on a winter day. Spinelli saw how T.J. was curled up a bit and crossing his arms. Spinelli laid it down on the lie, "Look Teej, how about we do this...we'll share the blanket...okay? We'll turn this blanket to spread sideways that way there will be enough."
T.J. had to admit that the icy floor was getting to him and he smiled admitting, "Okay Spin...." He pushed his textbooks closer to Spinelli and they turned the blanket around while lying down. When they started lifting the blanket above them, they laughed lightly. T.J. snickered, "Remember 'parachute'? When we were younger? In gym how Coach Kluge would make the class lift up a cloth back and forth? How sometimes all of us would run inside of it like a tent?"
Spinelli reminisced about those times and smiled, "Yeah, or how he would tell us to shake it lightly....then really FAST!" They began to shake the blanket hard a little a bit. They both began to snicker even harder, but then they heard Ms. Finster getting up. They quickly stopped it and Ms. Finster, after a few moans, just went back to sleep. Spinelli and T.J. looked at each other and muffled in laughter on how Ms. Finster was snoring and making sounds like an animal.
After their laughter subsided, they found themselves lying next to each other. They both were speechless, finding themselves so close, they both were saying, "Uh....umm..."
T.J. was about to say something but Spinelli rushed in nervousness and embarrassment, "Why don't we....uh....put our backs together? That way....uh, um...it'll be better..?" Her voice was shaking and ended in a high-pitch.
T.J. was blushing and turning from a pink to a redder color as time passed. He quickly agreed, "Yeah...uh, Spin...sure!"
They immediately turned around with their backs barely touching each other and they covered themselves by gently tugging the blanket in either direction. They both sighed in relief from their intimate presence from each other. They both thought about how close they were to each other, lying next to each other, shoulder to shoulder, leg to leg. It's not that they willing knew they were getting physically closer but after their excitement and laughter somehow they found themselves like that. Their heart rates both accelerated remembering all of those details and they felt ashamed and embarrassed each of them thinking that they were the ones that got closer with the other...neither of them knowing that it actually was both of them. Both of their faces were turning redder, as they thought more and more about it. Both of them were thinking if they should apologize to one another, but they already felt their situation was MORE than just awkward.
As their minds were swarmed with those thoughts, their hearts began to distract them by making Spinelli and T.J. notice their backs and the warmth they were giving to each other. They both were relieved that at least the other didn't have to see their facial expressions. They both focused again on the heat from the other and they were getting anxious about it since they were close again, but if they moved farther away they wouldn't be able to cover themselves with the blanket and they would be exposed to the harsh cold. Spinelli and T.J. just tried to stay still, trying ever so hard to not make the other feel like they were doing something weird or inappropriate by moving around. Their minds would eventually exhaust them and cause them to fall asleep, but as much as their minds and common sense tried to avoid focusing in on the comfort of each other's warmth...they couldn't. Their hearts seemed to have caused their backs to be pressed up to one another making them feel even more relaxed and at ease. Their hearts could feel their small, tender warmth they gave to each other as if it was a little electric heater providing endless heat, warmth, and comfort that they could easily lose themselves into...
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To Be Continued…