When we all got to my house, we knock the snow off our shoes.
"Mom! Jack and Alex are here!"
"Okay! I'm upstairs cleaning!"
I go to the freezer and pull out a tub of vanilla. I set it on the counter and start the hot cocoa boiling.
After we finish everything, we all sit on the sofa. We put on some Walking Dead. I begin to get tired and I curl up on Jack. I can feel Alex cringe. Jack is cold yet..warm. He strokes my hair. Alex coughs.
"I need to start heading back home. It's late."
I could see the pain in Alex's kind eyes, the eyes of someone who lost the one he loved.
"Well, Alex is my ride. Bye."
I watch them leave.
I cry. I don't want to hurt Alex. I feel things for him. He makes me happy. He's always there for me. But, Jack. My feelings are stronger. I love him. He's the one for me. I don't know what to do! I cry myself to sleep on the sofa.

I wake to a cold hand stroking my face. I open my eyes to see his icy blue ones.
"What are you doing here?" I ask.
"I saw how upset you were when we left so I came to check on you."
I sit up. "How did you get in?"
"Your mom doesn't lock the back door does she?" He smiles. Then it slips away. "Your eyes are bloodshot and your hair is glued to your face. Are you okay?"
"Yeah." I look down. He pulls my face to his.
"No your not."
"It's just..Al.."
He cuts me off. His cold lips press against my warm ones. His hands tangle into my hair. I tangle my hands in his hair; pressing his face closer to mine. He slowly pulls away.
"You don't know how long I waited to do that." He whispers.
I press my lips onto his once more.
"The waiting's over." I whisper.