Chapter 3 Aster: third person's point of view. — Bringing a girl– a drunk, blabbering nonsense kind of girl to his apartment unit never crossed Aster's mind. Earlier this morning, he was already planning to sleep on the comfort of his bed, hugging the daylight out of his newly-bought fluffy, white pillows to sleep and wake up feeling decent at least. He thinks ahead like a boss. That girl was definitely not part of the plan. A big, fat N to the O. "You look hot, grim reaper." He remembered her remark. He grimaced at the thought. I'm a what? And what the heck is a grim reaper? And why am I even thinking of irrelevant things this late at night anyway? He shook his head and forced himself to sleep, tossing and turning to the small, white couch for the third time. His large blanket is now all

Chapter 5Megan: third person's point of view.-"Megan Spencer! You are so dead!"She was in the midst of reading the letter for the twenty-eighth time when she accidentally threw the food she was holding with her other hand. Megan was munching the very last bits of her beloved apple when she heard Andrea's voice booming outside of her unit and damn it, her poor apple went rolling on the tiled floor."What the heck, Drea?" She shouted back."Open the door.""Aw, come on, mom! I just dropped my breakfast on the floor-""For the love of... don't make me wait!"Pouting at the delicacy, she mindlessly threw it in the trash bin beside the sink and ran towards the mahogany door and unlocked it, revealing a red and fuming Andrea waiting impatiently on the other side.<

Chapter 7Megan: third person's point of view.-It was around 2 o'clock in the afternoon when Megan woke up from her long nap and she hasn't eaten anything yet except for that humble granola bar since the day started, how nice.Holding her head, she stood up and went out of her room, occasionally swaying to the side and sighing. She eyed the Chinese takeout from the kitchen counter and took a bowl, a spoon, and a fork. She pouted and started eating the noodles and soup quietly, not minding the cold air of November seeping through her sweats.She probably would have gone for a short stroll at a bakery or at the small coffee shop somewhere in the vicinity if she wasn't feeling sullen. Heck, she would have watched the first snowfall outside with Damien if yesterday's events didn't happen.She dropped the noodles back into the c

Chapter 9Aster: third person's point of view.—Little did she know, Aster was really considering the idea of burying her in the snow.You can't blame his annoyance to the gorgeous lady, who just threw a snowball at his back."Hey!""Loosen up, grumpy Cheeto! Don't kill me inside your mind!"Should I regret coming with this hyper woman? Just what did she have for breakfast? One tub of sugar?"Aster."He turned around, only to see her grin mischievously. "Come on, let's get sick!"He crouched down, subtly gathering some snow with his gloves, his eyes still boring through Megan's hazel ones. "You're a bad influence, you know that?"She snorted and twirled a strand of her hair, batting her eyelashes. "It just hap