Winter break || L.T ||

06

Ayvee Richardson

Louis had protested several times about how it was too cold to make a snow Angel but I won't give this up.

To see his imprint in the fresh December snow.

He is an Angel so this is perfect for him.

He was snug in his puffy Coat and pink gloves and his trashy black snow boots once again. I was in a black coat that was also puffy and I had white gloves. I had black snow boots too but they were more new than Louis'.

We had walked out my house but me and Louis had to kick a pile of snow out from my front door so we could leave.

Once we were able to escape my home I immediately grab his perfect pink hands and run. Tripping in the deep, heavy snow every now and then.

He was laughing.

"What are you doing?!" He exclaimed in a fit of giggles. But I slowed down and laid down in the cushion of snow. He looked down at me in awe. I smile at his confused expression and start moving my legs and arms back and forth.

"Oh right." He breathes a laugh that you could see in the air.

He hesitated and laid on the snow with me moving his arms along with my motion. This was the most fun I've had in a long time and I'm actually glad it was with him.

I then get up after a while and look at my figure. There was a small Angel print in the blinding snow. He got up too and we both stared at our silhouettes.

Louis' was a little bigger than mine but not by much. He walked up to the head of mine and put his finger in the snow above my head and drew a circle.

Making a halo.

He did the same with his. He then looked up at me and grabbed a fist full of snow. "Don't do what I think you are Louis!" I laugh.

But he throws it at me.

It hits my right in the face. I feel the cold numb feeling all over my face. I squeal and try to get it out of my coat.

"You are dead!" He starts running away from home and I chase after him with a fist of snow as well. I chased his until my lungs were burning and my hand was cold. I chucked the snow ball, hitting him straight in the back.

I catch up to him and jump on his back so he falls, taking me with him. He flips us over so we are wrestling in the snow.

He's laughing.

I'm laughing.

"How...dare...you....throw....snow..at..me!" I get out as he puts handfuls of snow smashing them on the top of my head.

"It was funny!" He laughs.

We calmed down for a moment to breathe and he was on top of me. We were both breathing heavily as he stares into my soul.

Basically.

Then he stares at my lips for a split second. Then straight back at my eyes like he was scared. But I was scared too.

He wants this like I do.

Thank god!

He then all of a sudden stands up. A wave of disappointment flows through me but I will live. I stand up with him and he just looks at the snow falling from the sky.

"God I love snow." Is all he says as he sticks his tongue out, catching many snowflakes. God I want to kiss him.

"Louis.."

This was my chance. I could either get rejected, laughed at, or he could just shut up and kiss me.

"Yeah?" He turns to me. My heart is racing and I don't think I can do this. I have to kiss him is all I know.

Kid him kiss him kiss him.

I stare at his eyes first. Then his lips that were more pink from the cold. Then back up at his eyes like he did to me.

"Kiss me."

Both of our faces immediately turned red.

"I-I- are you sure?" He was nervous I could tell.

"Yes I am." I have so much anxiety right now I'm surprised I can even talk to him.

But then his lips meet mine.

Taking all the air from my lungs into a soft, nervous kiss. His lips are how I imagined but better. They were so soft that I never want to stop kissing them. I never want to pull away from him.

"I still despise you, you know." I mumble into his lips and he smiles while still kissing me.

"You so love me Richardson."

I'm supposed to hate this boy. I'm supposed to hate his hair, his laugh, his smile, his eyes, his ideas.

But I don't.

I don't hate him.

I just hate that I like him.