"Come on Wisp! Hurry before they see us!" Frost hurried me as he sat comfortably near the edge of the roof. I couldn't help but smile as I pulled myself up to the roof.
"Who's gonna see us? Frost, how many times have we done this and never once has someone seen us?" I said, sitting crisscrossed beside him.
"You can never be too careful." He uttered, "Guess what I brought?" He added, reaching into his jacket, giggling. I watched as he slowly pulled out a bottle of Strawberry Alcohol.
"Where did you get that? How did you get that?" I asked, surprised. I observed as wide grin appeared on his face.
"That is for me to know and for you to wonder. Now, hand your pocket knife." He demanded with no real temper behind his words.
Searching my pockets, I finally found my pocket knife in my right pocket. "Let me open it, I don't trust you with a knife." I teased.
"Fuck you, give me it!" Frost ordered, reaching for the knife. I raised my arm up where he couldn't reach as I laughed.
"Let me open it!" I pleaded.
"Ugh, fine. But I get the first sip!" Frost spoke with an annoyed tone.
I popped open the bottle, the contents fizzing over the brim immediately. Frost lunged for the bottle, taking it right out of my hands.
"You should be more patient, you could have made me drop it." I scoffed.
"Fuck you, let me be." Frost said, taking the first sip.
I couldn't help but watch closely as his lips softly were perfectly placed on the brim on the glass.
Frost's cheerful eyes slowly turned to meet mine.
"Your turn dumb-dumb." Frost insisted.
Grabbing the bottle, my hand lightly brushed against his. His hand was warm, sending chills down my spine as I blushed.
"Thanks." I muttered under my breath. I took a sip out of the bottle. To my suprise, it was sweet.
My surprise must've shown on my face, as Frost laughed. He covered his smile with the oversized sleeve of mine hoodie he wore.
"What? Does it taste bad? " He asked with a grin, "its strawberry flavored, I thought you would like it."
I cracked a grin as I set the bottle down. "Didn't expect it to be sweet, caught me off guard."
It left an after-taste in my mouth, not a pleasant one to say the least.
"Sweet, like you." I added, smirking, leaning my face only a few inches away from his. I watched as Frost's expression went bug-eyed, and his cheeks blushed a rose red.
I smiled and chuckled.
"You're so stupid, and you're really bad at flirting, if you didn't already know." He mumbled, pushing my face away from his as he looked away.
"I wouldn't say that I'm sweet. I'm more of a... sour." He added with a slight nod to himself.
"Oh yeah? Lucky for you, it doesn't matter. I love sour things. They make my mouth water." I chuckled. Smirking at him.
"Shut up." Frost said teasingly, rolling his eyes and taking a sip from the liquor.
