"As long as I don't fall in Love..." // OxO // Romance // OPEN

Winter lay down, staring at the ceiling. "Well then." He muttered.

(Time skip?)

(sure)

Time skip

Astra woke up with a gnarly headache. It was common now, waking up with headaches like this. She sighed and walked out of her room. She went over to her fridge, not even noticing Winter. How did I even get home? Her hair was messy, and she was shivering from how cold it was in her house.

Winter was asleep on the couch, one arm curled around the pillow. His pale hair was messy, and he looked very young, and very vulnerable, asleep like that.

Astra flinched at the sight of someone on her couch. She approached him quietly, ready to attack. Oh… She smiled sweetly. He looks so calm…and beautiful. She continued to watch him sleep, quite happy with the situation

(stalker alert XD)

Winter shifted slightly.

(Lol)

I wonder what he dreams of. She supressed the urge to move his hair so she could see his face more. I don't want him to wake up.

Winter made a soft sound, and rolled onto his side, still sleeping.

Astra sighed. And there he goes again, putting a damper on the mood. She got up, and tried to find breakfast. i have poptarts, fruit, and eggs. That's pretty much it.

Winter rolled again, and fell off the couch with a thump. He woke up. "Ouch…"

Astra flinched again. She looked over and smirked. Dork. She walked over to him and held out her hand. "Having fun down there?"

He took her hand and pulled himself up with it. "No." He said grumpily.

She chuckled as quietly as she could. "You want a poptart so you feel better?"

He gave her the stink eye. "Fine." He said, tugging on his shirt to adjust it.

She smiled and went into the kitchen, throwing one at him. "Catch!"

He jumped, and caught it quickly. "Thanks." He said.

"Mm." She opened her own and started eating it slowly. I want eggs.

He started eating, sitting down on the couch again.

She joined him on the couch, sitting closer than most would. "So, what happened last night anyway?"

He shrugged. "You got drunk, asked weird questions, wouldn't let me leave, and called me dear." He replied.

She took a bit of her breakfast. "Mmm. Sounds like me." She paused. "Wait, I called you a dear?"

He nodded. "As in the cutesy nickname, not the animal."

She bit her lip. Well. "I think I remember that…"

He nodded. "I see."

"It wasn't on purpose!" She stammered, dropping her poptart on the floor. "i don't even know why I called you that."

He shrugged. "And I don't know either." He replied.

I used to call my brother dear… She continued to accidentally stare at Winter, while she was thinking of a reason as to why she called him dear. But he looks nothing like Winter. She shook her head. But Winter was sleeping on the couch.

Winter raised his eyebrows slightly, waving a hand in front of her eyes. "Hello? Anyone home?" He asked jokingly.

She jumped slightly. "Sorry," she mumbled, picking up her poptart. "I'm kind of out of it today."