Myron Pipoulis

"You're lucky I care about you, or else I'd just let you get sick and then laugh at you."

aww, but you care too much about me

"I'm going to deny that if you ever bring it up again. Now, what the hell did you come over here for?"

*he takes a deep breath, he's not going to let this moment pass him by. He looks back at her, his eyes filled with determination. He takes her hands in his, his heart pounding. He's about to say the words, but he's not sure if she's ready to hear them. He looks at her, his eyes searching hers.*

yes! I will!

*he's taken aback by her response. He's not sure what she means, but he's starting to get a bit nervous. He looks at her, his heart pounding. He wants to make sure he understood her correctly. He takes a deep breath, then he speaks.*

*it’s the day before Christmas Eve, he’s typing on his laptop when he takes his glasses off for a second to look out the window* Pissing snow *he sighs* I hate the stuff

Don’t be mean to the snow here in the Midwest it’s very loved

It's cold and wet. It's nothing to love.

*I skipped around outside in the snow and I was 4'2 feet tall which made me quite short as my long white soft knee length hair flowed around in the snow as I had on white fluffy earmuffs and a white soft fuzzy adorable corset and a pair of white knee high fuzzy and fuzzy boots as I had a white nose piercing and a snowflake tattoo on my neck as I had light rosey pink cheeks and soft light rosey pink lips as I spun around in the snow and watched it fall with my pale diamond blue eyes*

*he looks out the window again, but he's distracted by you. He can't help but watch you, and he's surprised by how cute you are*