On A Snow Day

Rain stood next to me, quivering. And it wasn’t from the snow falling around us on the sidewalk. I sighed; she’d get like this whenever we’d seen Jason walking around town. I rolled my eyes and nudged her arm with my elbow, which was tucked by my sides before this action. She jumped high and turned on me with a fierce glare.

“You’re staring creepily again, my friend. I’m sure he’s going to go into hiding if he knows you watch him like that. I mean, really. Even I’m creeped out.” I slumped in my one size too large grey jacket.

“Crap, he’s looking,” Rain moaned quietly, staring madly at me.

I glanced over her shoulder at Jason, who was tucked inside his own jacket. He was staring us. Me, I mean. Ever since Jersey brought him over to hang out and play football in the yard, he had his eyes on me. It was sort of a subtle liking. Something so subtle, Rain couldn’t even pick it up. After that, Jason and I hung out during school sometimes.

He smiled when he caught me looking back. I immediately looked away, trying to hide that fact as I stared at Rain and said, “No. He’s not looking. He’s focused on getting somewhere.”

Rain sighed heavily. Her slightly plump lips turned to a frown.

“Let’s go. I want to get there before snow layers the ramps again.” I urged, tapping my skateboard with my foot.

“Okay.”

With that, I picked up my skateboard and trekked through the snow as it gradually grew heavier. Rain trotted behind me.

The road leading into the parking lot for the playground was iced over, so we took to walking across the partly frozen grass. Neither of us was good with balance, so walking on ice would have been a horrible accident waiting to happen.

“How was school today?” I laughed. We were both seniors and I had the day off, but Rain needed to make-up work for a few classes so she had to go. I, for some reason, found this extremely funny.

“Ms. Atella wasn’t exactly in her best mood. And trying to get help for complicated math problems was useless with her. I swung by Gym today too. That wasn’t fun. Once I was seen in there, Henry shouted hello from across the room and Mr. Elm noticed and forced me to play with them. I could have had a better day,” she snorted.

“Yeah. If you didn’t miss those days going to a Gorillaz concert, you would have been able to come to my art class with me today,” I laughed again.

“Uh, yeah. Right.” Rain threw me a strange glance. She obviously remembered that day she decided to go to art class with me. We had models and were told to sketch them. Yeah. Some were nude.

“That was one class. We’ve moved onto clothed models.”

“There’s no one at the skate park, Kat. That means it frosted over. Again.” Rain spoke while trying to see past the several bare trees to the oddly placed skate park.

“Seriously?”

“Yeah.”

I immediately spun around on my feet and walked in the direction we had come.

 

The walk home was loud. Rain was animatedly talking about a new movie she saw, spoiling it for me. I was only half listening.

“And then, he gets shot! They drag him away to heal it and the other guys come running out of the hospital. The Skinwalkers run out and they have an important girl and…”

I stop listening completely now. I’m not interested in her werewolf movie tale.

“Hey, want to rent a movie?” I interrupt, pointing to the movie rental box.

“Uh, yes; why not?”

I trot over, fling my skateboard down in the snow and lifted up the weather protection screen and clicked through them. I picked out a good scary one.

“How is this?” I asked Rain as she comes up behind me to look over my shoulder.

“Yeah, I heard that was really good!”

I yanked out my wallet and pulled out a dollar. I straightened it and clicked “Rent” on the screen then pushed my dollar in the slot. Moments later, the DVD popped out of another slot at the bottom of the box thing.

“Can you put it in your purse, please?”

“Yeah, ‘course.” Rain softly pulls the movie from the slot and puts it in her large, dark purple bag. I smile and pick up my skateboard.

“Let’s go.”

 

We arrived at my house around five minutes later. I chucked my skateboard in the corner of the garage and walked to the front door.

I pushed open the door and walked into the living room, which smelled strongly of cinnamon candles. A football game blasted on the TV. I looked over and found Jersey, Dad, and Jason sitting on the oversized couch with their eyes glued to the game.

Rain coughed and all three of them looked up at us.

“Who’s playing?” I asked, sincerely interested.

“Packers and the Dolphins,” Jersey jabbered, his thin mouth flying faster than the words he spoke. He flipped his black hair out of his bright blue eyes. I looked so much like him, it was odd looking at him. Sure, we were siblings were bound to look alike, but really. We’re out of hand.

“Cool. Record it,” I told him.  “Okay, let’s go, Rain.”

I walked out of the living room into the dining room. I slid past the iron chairs into the hallway.

We had a large house, and therefore we had to have a theatre. Jersey was the only person who used it. He watched old, and new, football games and horror movies.

I turned into the room and raced to jump on the large white chaise lounge chair which seemed more like an armed bed. Rain took the huge armchair a few feet from my chair. She opened her bag, tossed the movie over to me, and shrugged off her coat.

After I did the same, and kicked off my shoes, I picked up the movie and danced over to the DVD player. I set it in the tray and closed it.

The movie started and I huddled up with a blanket from the pile next to the chair, Rain copied me.

A little while into the movie, Jersey stumbled in, with a soda in his hand. He sat down in the other arm chair and curled up, sipping his soda loudly just to annoy us. After he settled, Jason walked in and asked me, “Can I sit there?” He pointed to the opposite end of the chair I was sitting on.

“Yeah, sure.”

He shuffled over, took off his shoes, and sat cross-legged on the end.

 

Near the end of the movie, Jersey and Rain had fallen asleep, both were snoring softly.

I laid down, bending my legs so I wouldn’t touch Jason as I did so. At the sudden move, he looked over at me, and smiled.

I was growing tired and it was hard to keep my eyes open. I finally closed them and sighed.

The couch shifted and I opened my eyes. Jason was laying on the edge of the couch, at least half a foot away from me.  He had his deep blue eyes locked with mine. I stroked back one of his mid-back length dreadlocks back, for it fell in his face, and closed my eyes.

Author's Note

How is it?

This is {kind of} a dream I had. There was more to it, but I just couldn't get it all down on paper.

Reviews

[Ronn Michael Salinas]

Not strange. pretty normal. cheer up lol

[Indigo Oswald]

Rain? XD I can't believe you used that name!
It's really good... interesting and good.