Fiction Part 1

They sat, huddled close together with a tub of ice cream in between them and silver spoons in their hands, cozily wrapped in a single blanket as their giggled and laughed at silly jokes and random stuff.

It was chilly and dark. The room was lit with only a single candle atop the coffee table in front of them. Occasionally there would be the sound of splashes of puddles as cars drove past the house after the rain. There were just two of them, and the tub of ice cream in the house that night.