I dug my hand into my coat pocket and fished out my phone. Quickly typing in my password, I dialed home. Prrring….Prrring…Prrring. "Ahh Ted! Pick up!" I yelled into the phone, I heard a giggle on the other line,

"Calm down, Sis." Ted said in a sing-song voice, "What's up?"

"Your car isn't here."

"Why would it be, wherever you're talking about?"

"Ted!"

"Relax. I didn't forget." His voice lowered, "I'm just stuck."

My voice grew stern, "What do you mean, stuck?"

"My car broke down."

"And you didn't even call me?"

"Sure I did, check your calls." I imagined him leisurely leaning against the wall, "You were probably too busy talking to your boyfriend."

"Oh I guess I, wait no! Yuma isn't…" Even in the cold, my cheeks began to warm up.

"Whatever you say Poteto. Even if he isn't your boyfriend, you're still going home with him today."

"What?"

"He's driving you home. Deal with it. " He hung up.

I sighed, Did Yuma know he was driving me home? I thought about his unheard words. Oh, he probably did. I slapped my face, Now I look like an idiot! I tightened the zip on my white coat and sprinted back into the game store, where Yuma was throwing on his leather jacket.

"Teto!" He paused, causing his jacket to hang of one shoulder, "Where were you?"

I gritted my teeth, "You weren't looking for me were you?"

"Nope."

"Then why were you worried?"

He looked away, "It's just weird for you to leave for such a long time and come back." He tilted his head, "What did bring you back?"

Oh, so he didn't know. I breathed a sigh of relief, "Can you drive me home?"

His eyes widened with shock for moment then stared at the ground, "S-sure Teto."

I wrapped my arms around him, causing him to stiffen, "Thanks Yuma!"

He fiddled with his headphone's cord, "An-anytime." His cheeks were burning more than ever before.

I let go, bouncing on the balls of my feet, "So when do we go?"

"Just let me grab my things." He pulled on the other side of his jacket and angled his thumb towards the door.

"Can I help?"

"I can handle it."

"Really?"

"I know I can't win this argument." He began to walk towards the door, "C'mon."

"Yay!"

He turned towards me, his eyes still not meeting mine, "How come you're always so happy?"

I shrugged, "Not much to be sad about right now."

"Yeah, I don't have much to be sad about right now either…"

"But you just said earlier…"

"Teto," he lowered his voice, "when you're here I just," he waved his hand in the air, "forget about it. Just don't stop being so damn happy," he closed his eyes and cocked his head, "Okay?"

I nodded, completely confused and walked into a wall, and was steadied by Yuma's strong arm,

"Whoa. Be careful." He put me back on my feet, and kept his hands on my side for a few seconds longer.

"Yuma, thanks, but you can let go of me now."

"Huh? Oh sorry." He threw his hands behind his head and bent down to pick up a box.

"What can I carry?" I put my arms forward to receive something, but barely felt any weight on my fingertips, "Yuma, what's this?"

"A bag." He raised one eyebrow, "can you handle it?" he was still struggling with the box.

"No, I can't." I placed it on top of the box, causing Yuma's knees to shake, "I'll take that." I grabbed the box from his hand effortlessly.

"How?"

"C'mon," I said tilting my head towards the door, "I heard there's going to be a blizzard."

Dumbfounded, Yuma jogged to catch up and pulled open the door. Yuma pulled out his keys and searched for the blinking headlights as he unlocked his truck. I thrust the box into his hands, making him stagger and ripped the keys out of his hand.

"What's wrong with you?"

I buzzed the keys several times, playing a small melody, "Everything."

I ran to the truck and threw the door open, "I call shotgun."

"Not like you had a choice."

"Yuma, don't be such a Debby Downer."

He threw the box on the back of the truck and took the wheel. "What the heck is that?"

I made an effort of overact as I slapped my hand over my mouth, "What did I say about saying bad words Yuma?"

"It's not even a bad word." He muttered pushing the key into the key hole.

I clapped my hands together, "Can I turn it, can I?"

Before he could react I placed my hand over his and twisted the key. A weird smile grew on Yuma's face, but I didn't notice as the car came to life. I took my hand and tapped my finger on his head,

"Wake up foo'!

"Oh hi, Teto." He said, dazed.

"Get driving, idiot." I laughed.

"That's not a nice word."

"Says the guy who swears." I turned on the radio as he backed out of the parking spot.

I come from a land down under, where women glow and men plunder. I sang aloud as Yuma stared at me in disbelief.

"Teto, you know that song?"

"Yeah, who doesn't?"

"Most sane people."

I crossed my arms, "What made you think I'm sane?"

"N-nothing" he turned back towards the road, "It's just most people think it's weird to listen to music from the 80's"

"What!" I glanced around the cramped car, "Got any snacks?"

He pulled an old granola bar out of his pocket, "I was kindof saving this for later…"

I snatched out of his hand, "Let's share! Sharing is caring!"

He once again blushed at that statement.

"Umm, okay."

I unwrapped the bar and broke it in half, "Here ya go!" I said handing him the slightly larger half.

"No, I insist, you take it."

"Aww you're such a mato fato gentleman."

"No, Teto! That's the wrong type of gentleman!"

"I don't really care." I stuffed the smaller piece in my mouth, "Now you have to eat the bigger piece."

Defeated, Yuma ate the bigger piece, chewing very slowly. I put my hands on his cheeks, careful not to obstruct his vision.

"Chew faster!" I narrowed my eyes, "you chew like an old lady!"

Mouth full, Yuma's silly grin returned to his face, with his cheeks all puffed up.

"Yuma don't smile like that! You look like a chipmunk!"

He revealed his teeth, pieces of granola lodged between, "You got a problem with chipmunks?"