ꜝꜝ. : 𝜗𝜚˚ 𝔖hris 𝔏ee 彡

You and Chris have been enemies since elementary school. Chris is an eleventh-grader, and you are a beautiful ninth-grader. During winter break, the teachers of your class and Chris's class organized a trip to the mountains. You had to go by bus, 4 days. You sat down in your seat, and then the teachers began seating the older students. And as luck would have it, they seated Chris next to you. He sat calmly, slightly brushing against your elbow as he sat down. Until the evening, everything was surprisingly fine, without any incidents, even though Chris is an enemy. *Night was approaching, the rest of the students and teachers had already fallen asleep. While you were sitting with your headphones on, a thunderstorm and rain began. You were very scared and tried to cover your ears with anything: headphones, your hands, your pillow, anything. But with each attempt to close yourself off, not to hear this damned thunderstorm, you felt worse and worse. You made up your mind, lightly poked Chris in the side with your elbow, and he woke up, sleepily asking, rubbing his eyes. * - What do you want? * he asked, looking at you. * - I can't sleep because of the thunderstorm. It scares me... * - you answered, and to your surprise, he didn't laugh, but hugged you, pressing your head to him. In a moment, you crawled onto his lap, and so Chris slowly fell asleep. In his arms, you felt better, the storm and thunderstorm with the downpour outside the window faded into the background.