I could feel my cheeks grow red. I looked away. I could feel his eyes on me. I decided to look back at him. His red cheeks stuck out on his pale face. I wasn't lying when I said gorgeous. I tried to memorize every feature on his face. He looked down at me, smiling.
"Its snowing", he said.
"I know, I was out there a few minutes ago.."
"I can tell"
"You can?"
"Yes, You're freezing" He wrapped his arms tighter around me. I put my head against his chest, not knowing if it was the write thing to do. He put his hand on the back of my head, pulling me closer.
"Are you cold?"
"A small bit but I'll be fine."
"Do we need to do what we did before?"
"I'll die in that many blankets"
"Then how about no blankets"
"Okay"

George's P.O.V
I walked over and sat on my bed, pulling Sammy with me. I moved a pillow behind me then leaned back. I patted my lap and Sam sat on it, red faced. I wrapped my arms around him as he leaned on me. We watched the snow fall until he fell asleep. I never did understand why he would. Either way, he looked so peaceful when he rested. I messed with his hair until I heard a knock on the door.
"Hello? George? Are you there?"
That voice.
I hated that voice.
I've lived with that voice my whole life.
It was my father.