First Snow.

Falling for you. (Chapter 1)

A wave of relief washed over me as I heard the sound signifying the end of my work shift. Luckily, work had went by quickly today. Spending all day staring at paperwork and computer screens can suprisingly take it out of you. It seems like I spend more time in this cubicle then I do anywhere else, I thought as I looked up from my monitor. I took the last sip of my coffee that had unfortunately grown cold and threw the crumpled up papers from my desk into the bin below. As I stood up from my desk I let out an exhausted sigh, jutting my hips forward to stretch out my idle body before catching a glimpse of the photos I had pinned to my cubicle walls. There were pictures of me with family, friends, co-workers, and even a few pets; some still around, some no longer with me. I still miss you, little Polly dog. My polaroids, quirky stationary, and even my old Charmed coffee mug bring me at least a little extra joy. It really helps trying to make this place feel a little more like home because I hate this job. Those who find careers that they love doing are the luckiest people of all. Sometimes I wonder if that's the secret to life's success. I work the night shift at a medical supply company. It's obviously not the most exciting work, but it pays well and the hours are great. I grabbed my things, clocked out down the hall, and quickly walked out to my car before I had to have any actual human interaction with the other employees. "Hey, Bee!" Rachel shouted behind me before I was able to unlock my car door. Damn it. "Heyyyyyy, Rachel. What's up?" I asked with my best fake smile. "Not much. I was just wondering if there was anyway that you could pick-up my Sunday shift? Jerry is wanting to take me out this weekend and I just can't seem to find a babysitter." Rachel explained giving her best dramatic performance. "Oh. I- I'm sorry, Rachel. I would but I already have plans this weekend. It's my niece's birthday and I just have to be there." I lied. "But I'm sure you can find someone else to cover for you. I really gotta get going. Have a good night!" I said hastily in response while unlocking my door and climbing inside. "Oh, okay. I understand. Thanks anyways!" Rachel said while I slowly closed my car door and buckled my seat belt. "H- Wait, but you don't have a nie-" Rachel shouted before I started my car ignition cutting her off. I drove past her and waved apologetically. Sorry, Rachel but absolutely the-fuck-not. I only have the weekends off and I prefer to spend them doing something a bit more fun.

My eyes felt so heavy and I could literally hear my stomach trying to consume itself over the radio I had turned up, full blast, along with my heater. Twenty One Pilots "Stressed Out" was playing on the radio. How accurate I thought, as I shook from a cold chill and cupped one hand over the car vent trying to warm it while steering with the other. I quietly sang along, watching the clouds form from my mouth everytime I exhaled. I just wanted to go home and stuff my face but as my luck would have it, I needed to stop by the store to get my cat some food before calling it a night. I squinted my eyes desperately as the cars in front of me kicked up bullets of snow. The only things I could clearly see were the lanyards, necklaces, and my Pink Sands air freshener hanging from my rear view mirror. This weather was like driving around in Narnia except without the hot cocoa and centaurs. Total bullshit. It was bitterly cold to the point my fingers around the steering wheel had already gone numb.

I turned the radio down so I could see better, you know like everyone does for some reason like it makes sense, and I carefully pulled into the store parking lot. The store is basically vacant at this time of night, so I was able to get that prime spot near the entrance. Not that I needed to walk any less after sitting down all day. However, I also didn't have to worry about hitting someone else's car door on accident like I tend to do... a lot. Forgive me. I put my car in park and took my keys from the ignition, shaking them once or twice before putting them into my coat pocket. I had one of those tourist keychains that blink your name forever because they're solar-powered. My older brother Jayce got it for me on his trip to the Cayman Islands a few years ago. My name was spelled wrong but it's the thought that counts, right? I got out of my car and made my way inside the store, almost busting my ass when my shoes hit a patch of ice. As I walked into the store, I stomped my feet on the entrance mats and dusted the snow off of my black peacoat. I took a minute to bask in the warmth before heading to the back of the store to get Bex her food. My nose and cheeks were burning from the cold and I attempted to use my popsicle hands to warm them to no avail. I really should have brought gloves with me today. I am sure my face is a nice shade of hot pink compared to my normally pale skin. I don't go out in the day very often since I work night shift and when I do it's usually cloudy, snowing, or raining. That's fine with me though. I've never really liked warm weather although my doctor would tell me that with my vitamin D deficiency I'd better learn to like it. Pssh... what does he know?