It's cold

People always said that the world is going to crash and burn, so no one expected it to freeze over and hunger to kill everyone. After all, it's mother nature at work. But when Leticia gets locked into a building with her crush, is all hell going to break loose, and will the couple die of pneumonia before that becomes an issue? Warning: Mature audiences only!


6. Ready to sleep

I nearly cried. The toilet was one of those sucktion ones, like those that you have on boats. I haven't used a toilet in got knows how long, the hole in the bottom of my garden was good enough for us lot. I didn't check the bowl before I flushed; there wasn't much of a point, it only made me feel even less like a girl. This was all my diets fault. Everything had stopped; for three monthes there had not been a drop of blood. Nothing.

I walked over to the small 'window'. At least that is what it had been before the snow had covered it all. I didn't touch the glass, knowing that if I did do that I would be ripping my hand of after. I had done it before, and trust me, I had definitely learnt something that day. Instead I took the bottom of my jumper, and covered my hand with it before pushing on the glass. It didn't budge; not that I expected it to. If it hadn't broken in the avalanche, I doubted a weedy eighteen-year-old would make a difference to that.

Warm arms covered thin stomach, making me jump. "Jesus." I gasped, feeling soft lips brush against my neck. I leant in to the touch, before jerking away from him. "Nico..."

"Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you." He murmered as I turned to face him, and this time he grabbed me from the front. My nose was practically touching his, making a deep sigh escape from my lips. It isn't like I haven't kissed boys before, actually completely the opposite. But something about him intreagued me, and I'm not going to lie; it scared me.

"Its not that." I whispered, the sound catching as I tried to talk. See this, he even got me tongue tied! "But... Do you even like..." I didn't finish the sentence before he cut me off with a kiss, just like I had done a few minutes before.

"You think I don't like you, that I'm just using all of this to get into your pants?" He asked, his forehead against mine and a hand against the small of my back. He laughed quietly, but it sounded strained. "If only you knew."

"That isn't exactly what I thought." I said, looking downwards. Oh, why did he have to be standing there? It made looking down even more uncomfortable that looking into his eyes. The truth, oh gosh the truth was I had been thinking exactly that. "But, why now."

"Because." Was his answer. That was it. No lies, nothing fancy to make me love him. Just the truth. But, there was more though. "Because I didn't have the balls to tell you how I felt. I was acting like a kid, thinking that them lot would tease us, but its not like we have much to laugh about anymore, hu? I mean, thats why I always stayed with you. Made sure you would live, and maybe grow to accept me."

"I didn't need to grow to do that." I chuckled, pressing my lips against his and opening them slightly with my bottom one. His hand was deep in my messy hair, the other one wrapped around my waist. The reason I knew that he wasn't lying with what he said, is because not once did his hand move to try and unhinge my bra or to slip it down my pants. He just kissed me, making me feel like I was flying over the clouds.

When he finally broke from me, breathing heavily, he carried me over to the corner we had been in before, and put me down. There was a cupboard by the door, and from the top he pulled a pile of rags. He walked back over to me, and lay them on me, using his other hand to open his jacket. He peeled of layer after layer of clothing, until there was nothing but his belly button down covered. Damn it he was fit. His chest was indented with muscles, which rippled as he moved, flexing against each other. He cursed, quickly running over to me, and following me under the covers.

"I wasn't joking about the naked thing earlier on." He murmered in my ear, his lips brushing against my cold ears. "But that's only for when things get desperate." He assured me. He definitely hadn't been lying about the heat thing; I hadn't felt so warm for a long time. It was like a waterbottle was in bed with me. Wait a second... I had Nico Green in bed with me. Okay, so it wasn't the way that I really wanted it to be, but it was a start.

And, for the first time in ages, I felt tired. I was ready to sleep.

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