Second Chapter, Thanks for staying with me.

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After Drew had found some blankets for May in the mansion and had made sure she wasn't cold as she sat on the sofa, he set out for food and some information about who lived here.

The house was huge but because he had grown-up in a house like this he could find the kitchen quiet easily. Drew looked in the kitchen-cabinet and since he didn't want to take any risks he only took some tea. Not that there was anything else

He walked back to the room he left May and saw her shivering under the blanket. He felt her forehead again and even though he wasn't a thermometer he definitely knew she had become even warmer.

Drew looked around but all he saw was a fire-place. "Somewhere around has to be fire-wood then." he muttered.

Then he remembered where the servants always put it and looked besides the fireplace. Slowly touching the stones to not to miss any rocks, he felt around.

Then suddenly he felt a hand bar."Bingo" he muttered.

After pulling with quite some force he finally opened the hiding. Even though it was dark, Drew could clearly see the figures of the firewood and sighed relieved.

"Unbelievably they still make the same structure for houses as they used to" he snickered. After putting some wood in the fire-place and lightning it, he finally got the chance to look around carefully.

A small room compared to other he had found in the hall (even to Drew's standards the dining room had been huge). He guessed it was a study, according to all the books and the desks. He didn't only slightly wonder why there was a complete living room within the study.

The windows were high and they squeaked a little but were well-built and kept the cold and snow outside. Which was a good thing as Drew saw that the gentle snowfall had changed in a fiercesom snowstorm.

Suddenly the fire flamed high up and the image of the outside world disappeared. Leaving Drew looking at his own reflection.

Drew frowned; such tired eyes he had. The image he saw was so familiar to him; green hair, a piercing green gaze and a mouth familiar to smirking. Yet in this flaming light he did not recognize himself.

Glancing in the window he saw May stirring.

Silently he walked back and sat down in a lean chair. "Mmm, Drew?" May softly mumbled. Drew looked up again; "Ah you're awake" he said.

It sounded mockingly but secretly he was relieved. If her fever hadn't went down, it would have become very dangerous. But since she was awake now, he took it that her fever was not that high anymore.

"Where am I?" she asked.

Drew rolled his eyes; "Gee I wonder" he commented sarcastically

May then remembered the mansion and slumped back down. "Found traces of the owners?" she asked.

Drew frowned; he had found May's health a bit more important. But he stood up even so to look through the archives. In one of them he found an article from a newspaper.

It told the tragic story that the Mistress of the House had become very sick and had died. The master of the house had been so heartbroken that he left to never return.

The house was still in ownership of that family but since it was a worthless piece of ground and the house was old nobody did something with it.

It had been this way for 112 years, Drew noticed. "I don't think the owner will come back, May" he told her.

May nodded and gazed deeply in the flames. "Some Christmas" she muttered.

Drew cocked one of his brows; "what has that supposed to mean?" he asked. May frowned; "Stuck in some house with a snowstorm raging outside, without my friends; on Christmas eve! That just plainly sucks" she said.

"Why Thank you" Drew said as he sat back down again. Now it was May's turn to frown; "What do you mean with that?" she asked back

Drew rolled his eyes; "Next time you'll be taking care of yourself when you're sick" he said.

May then realized what she had said; "I didn't mean I find it terrible you're with me" she said waving with her hands for her face.

Drew's face darkened" Just spending Christmas with me" he said.

The tension had become thick as they both didn't know what to say. The Drew stood up and walked to the old kitchen to make the tea as he intended to do.

He frowned; how did things end up like this? This was not the way he wanted his Christmas to go. He had not planned it this way, as he had expected to spend Christmas alone. For once not those over-dressed party's .

He was awoken from his thought by the flute of the teakettle. Smirking he grabbed the metal thing from the fire as the house was too old and wasn't connected to the gas-net.

When he returned to the room he found May sleeping calmly again.

He put down the cups of tea and sat down in the same chair he sat before.

Glancing in the fire, he noted to himself that he actually liked his Christmas this silent. Not the over-exaggerated party's he would usually attend to.

It was funny though; all his life he had went to that kind of party's. He had gotten loads of presents and had eaten the most luxurious dinners. Yet this was one of the best Christmas's he had ever had so far. Even all the dinner or food he had were tea and energy-vars. No presents and all the company there was his simple rival May.

He expected that she had always had simple Christmas's. Probably decorating the Christmas tree with Max and just with family a simple but very well made dinner. And presents where she and Max had been longing for for months.

And he kinda envied her.

Suddenly he was interrupted again in his thoughts; this time by a giggle.

Curiously he glanced up, to see May looking at him "What?" he asked.

May smiled softly as she nuzzled herself in the blankets. "Every time I wake up, I see you sitting there" she said.

Drew laughed; "So? Where am I supposed to sit then?" he asked her. May smiled; "Don't know" she said shrugging.

Drew got an idea and smirked mischievous; "I know something". He stood up as to emphasise his point.

"Eh?" May exclaimed as Drew sat down on her armrest. He smirked when May's face flushed red. The he leaned forward; "and you know something May?" he whispered in her ear.

Amused and even flattered, he saw her face turn even redder. "I'm bored" he said in a husky tone.

May's face couldn't possibly be any redder and she shivered from Drew's breath on her ear-shell. "What are you going to do about it?" she asked unsure.

The answer wasn't long to await.

May let out a spasm of laughter as Drew had started tickling her merciless. His long fingers tickled her in her side "This would be something" Drew snickered as May laughed at the continuous movement.

To May it was an evil way to relieve boredom. "D-drew!! S-stop it!!" she cried in between her laughs.

"No way" Drew laughed back.

Then May saw her chance and pushed Drew away with her feet. He balanced for one moment before he fell down forwards.

They both stopped laughing, and silence returned once more in the room.

The flames of the fire lit high up, enlightening the shocked faces of the teens. Widened eyes didn't look at anything but the opposing pair of eyes.

Drew felt his heartbeat speed up.

If he hadn't caught himself with his hands he would have touched May's lips undoubtedly.

And judging from May's eyes, it was something she knew as well.

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