"Malcolm, why are you wrapped up in all the blankets in our apartment?" Y/N asked as she walked into the living room.

"It's cold." Malcolm replied, shivering.

"What do you mean!? It's like, 35℉ (1.667℃)."

"Exactly."

"I bought hot chocolate. Want some?"

"Yes please."

Sorry that I've been dead for a while. I'm struggling at life rn. I really hate it. I've actually been wanting to start 3 new books. Imagine how many people I would be disappointing by taking a break.

If you have any ideas, feel free to leave them in the comments. It helps me with ideas.