It was the 3rd of December. And Ethan had been liking you for a little while.. Not in a weird way. Like he wanted to hold your hand and be able to call you nicknames. Or marry you with a ringpop. But why would you ever kiss him.. He's not even half as pretty...

You were walking home. It was cold, for sure. You were wearing a sweater. That beige sweater that you barley took of. You didn't even take it off for your family. He thought it looked nice on you. But him? He was wearing a baggy white short sleeve. He was shivering cold.

You noticed. And you have him your sweater. His heart fluttered. And that stupid smile of his formed on his face. He continued walking with you. Now unbothered in the cold.

He thought. Maybe.. Just maybe.. He should tell you how he feels..? I mean.. Him in your sweater... It's just polyester! It doesn't matter- atleast not for now.*