Melanie
From Create Your Own Story
The drive out to Michael's house has taken fifteen minutes, because he lives out in the spacious outskirts of town. The snow out here is untouched, and you can't help but admire its simplistic beauty as you sit near the window while Michael heats the water for the hot cocoa. He's quite cute as he fusses around the kitchen. You can't help but remember how he used to goof off with Chris What's-His-Name in chemistry class. Mike's always been a cutie, hasn't he? Oh, what are you saying to yourself? That's that second drink talking. Er... thinking.
Michael stops his fussing for a second and asks you, "Hey Mel, do you want marshmallows?"
For some reason, you think he's just straight-up offering you marshmallows. The hot cocoa has momentarily left your brain. "What, like, just to eat?"
He laughs, noticeably delighted by this. He says, "No, for your cocoa."
You also laugh, in spite of yourself, and roll your eyes. "That's the second drink talking," you say. "Told you I should've stayed with one."
Hey, you better answer his question. Do you want marshmallows?
