“Oh my God!”
I spun around to see her standing there with her hands over her eyes, her voice dripping with mock horror. “I get that you two are dating now, but this is crazy, why is Wyn shirtless!”
“W-we’re not dating!” I blurted out, stepping back from Wynter so quickly I almost tripped.
“We’re not,” Wynter said at the same time, his voice rising slightly.
“What the hell are you waiting for loser? The second coming of Christ?” Back scolded, “Stop wasting the poor girls time.”
Wynter's face contorted into this impressive shade of red as his sister spoke, he attempted to open his mouth in a quick retort, but failed and Bae laughed heartily.
“Oh this is Gold!” She giggled.
“Bae, disappear.” He directed and she lifted up her hands up in surrender.
“Oh, absolutely not this is better than anything showing on Comedy Central right now, way better than anything I hadplanned. Seriously what’s the hold up you’re taking longer to court than they did in the Regency Era?” Bae jested. “You have the girl picking out clothes for you if that’s not that Disney fairytale kind of love I don’t know what is!”
“Bae.” I smiled, I had to admit the girl was hilarious by nature. “Let your brother be.”
“See she’s already speaking to me like an aunty would.” She laughed.
“Bae.” Wynter warned once more.
“Fine fine I’ll leave you two lovebirds alone.” She said in defeat, “But for the record, get it together, you’re embarrassing all of us.”
The sound of her laughter then echoes down the halls.
“Sorry about her.” Wyn apologized.
“Eh, don’t worry about it.” I assured him.
We shared an uneasy quiet until he eventually cleared his throat.
"Thank you, you know...for The jumper and stuff," he explained.
I dared a glimpse up at him and noticed that his ears were still red, but he had a faint, shy smile on his face.
"You're welcome," I answered with a smile of my own.
And for a brief time, as we stood there in the calm warmth of his room, the bitter cold outside forgotten, I couldn't help but wonder if Bae wasn't completely incorrect.
We walked to the park in giggles and the ground was blanketed in snow, we had succeeded in arriving before anyone else didmuch our fortune. all the benches were dusted with a thin layer of white as I flopped onto the ground that cushioned me with frost.
“You’re going to get your clothes wet.” He warned.
“Oh I don’t care, come lay down make one with me,” I asked of him.
He slowly sat down beside me and grabbed hold of my hand, we laid back and spread our arms and legs out making snow angels and for a brief moment time stopped, and I felt like we were little kids again.
Wynter sat up after his soft gaze encapsulating New York City in a world of his own, making, certainly something far brighter than I could’ve ever imagined. It was only when I heard the click, but I knew something was up. There was one, and then another we both glanced around.
I saw cameras, flashing and people moving towards us.
“Wynter?” I asked frowning, my voice small and his expression contorted into something of distaste.
“Shit.” He cursed I turned around and saw the crowd growing the flash of cameras coming from all directions.
“What the….” I muttered.
