We sleep for hours. Lying on his soft bed, smelling in the sheets, it was almost too good. I'd sleep over a lot, mainly because I'm just always tired when I get to his house. He'd carry me upstairs to his room; we'd talk in the dark and bam I'm out like a light.

It makes me wonder, does he hate that I always drift asleep? But he seems relaxed about…us. So I guess we work out.

"Dan where are you taking me this time?"

He doesn't respond, just makes more sloshing noises with his shoes that are now soaked by the snow. I'm holding his warm hand, even though we both aren't wearing gloves, it feels like we have our own heated palms.

"Dan!" I pull on his hand, he turns to face me.

"What?"

"Where are we going?"

He smiles, and pulls down my hat, "It's a secret," He teases.

I pull my hat up, "I wish you'd just tell me…"

"Don't worry; we're going somewhere fun, for sure!"

"Is it at Julies?"

"Oh hell no."

"Um…Shun's?"

"Nope."

"Where?"

"I can't tell you!" He touches my cheek, "Now…shut up and follow me."

Even in the midst of a romantic touch, saying rude things doesn't seem so bad, so I eagerly follow behind, his hand still wrapped around my fingers.

In the cold sensation of my daydreams I feel Dan's grip release; I let out a small grown of disappointment.

"I'm buying you…a scarf." He lets out this giant grin, standing before a small scarf shop.

"O-okay." I fumble with my hair. "I hate to be the only one getting something." I look around, the streets are quiet, like our town was just a small snowy village, "I'll get you a scarf too."

"Nah, I don't like scarves." He pulls close to me, "But if you want to give me something, maybe you can pay the bill for our date tonight."

I stare into his eyes, "That's a man's job." I tap his forehead, walking inside the store carelessly, even though inside my mind is going crazy. It's so cute how Dan remembers my lost scarf. As we both enter the small store, Dan wraps an arm around my shoulder, I suddenly felt hotness forming around my cheeks. "So which scarf?" He asks, looking around with awe.

"Um." I look at the shelves and shelves of handmade scarves, "You know what? I want that simple white one."

"Just white?" He gives me a look, "So simple?"

"It could represent…snow. Like every time I wear the scarf it starts to snow or something like that."

"That's so cliché."

"You're the cliché one. Taking me to a scarf shop is too cute for your tastes." I push him playfully, a smile on my lips.

He gets my joke, and buys the scarf instantly.

We walk outside, feeling the cold hair whip around us. I shiver. "Here don't forget your scarf that I so willingly bought for you," He flips the scarf around my head, and softly tucks it around my neck. We wait in silence. Waiting for the snow to come.

Then, would you believe it, small white specks of snow start falling around us.

"See? It's snowing!" I cry out, jumping around, kicking the snow with ease. I stick out my tongue, I laugh and play.

He claps, "Oh yeah, you're the snow goddess." He replies, getting closer to me.

"Snow goddess? You trying to tell me I have a cold heart?"

"Nah, your heart is very…" Dan suddenly appears before me. "…Warm." I felt his lips spreading along mine. He grabs my arms, and we stand there on the sidewalk, just kissing for what felt like hours. Dan pulls away, "Here." He replies, fixing the handmade object around my neck gently.

"Thanks…Danny."

He then looks at me. Like his eyes are just so amused by mine. He doesn't try to kiss me, or lean in closer. He stands still and watches me with such a pleasant look, like he was pleased, happy with the gift, and more importantly me.

"I love you."

It slipped out, right out of his mouth.

I didn't try to act shocked; I merely tugged on his jacket, "I know." I remarked, standing on my toes to give him a peck on the lips. "Now let's go home to sleep."

"You love to sleep."

"I do love to sleep."

"I love that you love to sleep."

"I love that you appreciate that I love to sleep."

He smirks, and wraps another arm around me. Yawns a bit, his eyes looks glassy, and he's obviously tired from doing nothing all day. "Want to skip the dinner date?"

"Sure."

We both walk steadily, without saying a word.

We walked and walked through the snow, but we weren't cold, we had our hands.

N/A yeah just a short little cutie fick. I'll get back to the main story in the next chapter.

So heres a question: "Whats your favorite season?" Do you like winter? Or maybe summer? For me it's totally got to be Winter, i mean i love snow, i love christmas, andddd...um...i love santa? I ran out of things i love. Anyway please review.

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