Day 02 – Cuddling somewhere
"I hate it here!" Malik crossed his arms. "That was the stupidest, dumbest, stupidest, dumbest idea you've ever had."
"You were really thrilled when I suggested it." objected Mariku and straightened his cap.
"I didn't know it would be so damn cold here!"
"Snow is cold."
"I hate snow!" Mariku sighed. Perhaps it would have been better if they would have gone to the beach instead. He had really thought a couple of days just for them, alone in a mountain cabin, surrounded by nothing but snow, would be romantic. At least Malik had the same opinion until recently.
"Come on, Malik." He wanted to hug him, but Malik pushed him away.
"Don't touch me! I want to go home!"
"We won't be picked up until Sunday."
Malik stomped his foot angrily and stirred up some fresh snow. "Then I'll go home by myself!" He turned around and started walking.
"Malik, this is madness." Mariku called after him.
Malik just showed him the middle finger and went the path downhill unperturbed. Mariku glanced at their bags, standing in front of the door, rolled his eyes and then followed Malik. He couldn't leave him alone.
Suddenly Malik gave a surprised yelp and the next thing Mariku saw was his friend, losing his balance and tumbling a few feet down the path. Mariku began to run, and almost slipped himself, but he could keep his balance. When he reached Malik, he got on his knees beside him. Malik had his arms stretched to the side, his face was partly covered with snow, and he didn't look very happy. "I hate it here!" Mariku helped him to his feet and gently wiped the snow off. Supported by Mariku, Malik limped back to the hut.
Mariku pushed the door open. The heat inside was burning on his cold skin. He sat Malik on the sofa, took their bags into the cabin and closed the door.
"I'll make you some tea," he told Malik and pulled his cap from his head. "You should get out of your wet clothes." He hung his jacket on the hook and looked up at Malik, who had again crossed his arms in front of his chest and pouted.
As Mariku returned with the tea, Malik was still sulking, but at least he had taken off his jacket and gloves. He handed the cup to Malik and then picked up his clothes. "I'm cold," complained Malik.
"I'll see if I can find some blankets." Mariku put up the blankets from the bed and found two more in the closet. He wrapped up Malik in blankets like a cocoon. "Alright," Mariku smiled, "that should keep you warm. Are you hungry?" Malik shook his head. "Okay," he leaned over and kissed him on the forehead, "I'm going to put our stuff in the closet now."
He hadn't even begun when Malik called for him again. "I'm cold."
"I don't have any more blankets. Do you want to sit next to the heater?"
"I'm cold." repeated Malik. He had his head turned to the side slightly.
"I ..." But then it dawned on him what Malik truly wanted. With a small smile on his lips, he sat down next to Malik, who raised his blankets to let Mariku slip into his "cocoon". Mariku put his arms around Malik, who clung to him. "Better?" Malik nodded in response and closed his eyes.