Frozen Love

New Home? What Life?

2 updates deserves a comment or 2 don't you think? Plus, this one is pretty long...I am just saying. I am ignoring my dog now to write this and it is making me feel guilty. Anyways, new updates soon. I have 2 stories going on, so I am trying to focus on both. I promise I was only going to focus on one, but when an idea sparks you best not keep it inside. 

BTW most of these chapters are very unedited. I do my best, and for that I am sorry.  Nor do I claim to be a perfect writed. I am trying though :)

Chapter 4

FINALLY! The airport was packed and the flights never seemed to end. We had connection after connection. One in Atlanta, one in Phoenix and the last to Idaho Falls, Id.

“Hello, this is your captain speaking. We are approaching Idaho Falls here shortly. If you look out your windows you will notice the vast mountains and the beautiful scenery. I hope you all have enjoyed your flight and if you stay in Idaho make sure to go to West Yellowstone to see Old Faithful.”

Well, we were here. Idaho Falls, Idaho. You know you never hear anything about Idaho. Literally, nothing. It's a huge state, with very little people. But, we loaded off the plane, grabbed our supplies and the elated Shaspi and rented a car to take us to Wyoming. Jackson Hole wasn't far. It was maybe and hour and a half away. We drove through towns small enough to carry in my pocket. There was Ririe where we stopped for snacks, and then there was Swan Valley—where supposedly there was amazing square ice cream. I begged for my parents to stop, but they decided against it and said we could come back later to try it when it was more warm outside. The scenery was beautiful. Vast mountains lined the valleys, campsites galore, and snow. SNOW everywhere you could see.

Maybe I could learn to ski. I thought to myself. Dreaming of going down a hill with the liberating and metaphorical wind in my face.

I looked to Michael. The frown on his face had not left since we left Chicago. He was glaring outside the window.

“If you keep that face Michael, it will stick that way,” I said, teasingly.

“I know you are but what am I?” He retorted back, and glared at me. Somehow, I knew though that he was going to be just fine; especially if he could come up with such a childish comeback.

“That was very mature of you Micahel,” I said winking at him. He continued to glare at me. So, I slid over trying to make silly faces at him, to give him a wet willy. As I went to put my finger in his ear. He pushed me back, glaring at me still he said, “Touch me Paul, and you will not like the outcome.” He said seriously. I pulled my hand back and scooted back over to my side of the car and began to frown too. Now I was upset too.

The rest of the car ride was placed into an awkward silence with rare glances and glares between everyone. It felt constricting, and though the tightness would become so unbearable that in physics it had to erupt at sometime, but who knew when that time would come.

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We made it. Jackson Hole around noon. It was a cute little town. Had a centralized area for tourist and many places to eat; I knew I wanted to try it all. I was excited and began to memorize the scenery of the town so that I could come back later and play tourist and purchase silly Jackson Hole trinkets. We were passing a park; as least I think it was a park. It was odd that the entrance was of deer or elk horns, but also very different. As we were passing a group of kids around mine and Michael's age glanced over. I do not know why, but I shrunk back as if their gazes burned me, burned me with fire. I was scared; I will admit. I wanted people to like me here, I craved friendships.

We made our way down the road further and up towards more hills, we came upon another entrance, this one was wooden and had numbers burned into the wood to indicate an address. I was attentive now. I wanted to know what our new home looked like. The road never seemed to end and their were trees everywhere. Just how far in was this house. We came upon a set of light and up to our new home. It looked a lot like a cabin; which I suppose was common in Wyoming. It had many large windows in the front that peaked to a tip with rectangular windows. It had so many windows, that if this house were in Chicago, no one would get any privacy. To the side of the windows it dipped down to a large porch where the front entrance was. It was a beautiful home. I knew dad made a lot of money, but didn't know he made this much. He must have got a screamin' deal.