"Shit- let me look at that....can you scoot over?" The apparition ignored my request.
As my eyes adjusted, I knew I was dreaming. Or dying. This had to be a pre-death hallucination.
"Man- if you got a phone you might wanna call an ambulance...cause...
I was laughing so hard, I could barely squeak the words out. Well, plus I was in the snow, on my back, and Michael was sitting on me, peppering me with more snow balls. Really, I had already conceded and declared him the winner- but then, just as he had turned, I -in a brilliant move -managed to get one more snowball down the back of his shirt. Well, he had said he wanted to cool down- so why was skipping around and yelping as if he minded?
"No, you cheat! How can I trust you really give this time?"
"You can't- but shit, look at me- you're about to bury me. Would you wanna rescue me again tonight?"
He held the snowball he was about to launch and his eyes narrowed. Really, he had just simply resorted to throwing handfulls of snow, but hey, they were still cold- and wet.
"You deserve it- because clearly you could not accept my snow angel was better."
I looked over to my side, comparing our snow angels... Okay, his was pretty good- but I'd bite my tongue off before admitting that.
"Was not..."
"Oh yeah..." He smiled broadly and got ready to release the snow bomb.
Breaking out laughing again, I reached up and grabbed his arm. "No! NO! Seriously, you win. No more! Your snow angel makes mine look like a lost bat. A drunk, disoriented bat..."
His grin widened. "Yeah, I know."
Using his distraction, I reached behind. Oh yeah, he might think he won, but it was not all over yet. The fat lady was just warming her swan song. I could get at least one more hit in- and I'd make sure to make this one count. He was real close after all...this should be a piece of cake.
"Gloating is not nice."
Just keep him distracted a bit longer...
"Okay....I'm not nice."
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No, he wasn't. He was gorgeous. His hair having been wet and falling in wild curls into his face now. His cheeks reddened. His eyes sparkling. He was all that- but not all that nice.
After all, he made me not only go out into the snow, but also convinced me to climb over a rickety fence and romp around in some unsuspecting person's field. Or big yard..or something. When we left the hotel, we both had noticed there was really nowhere to go, given the layout of the place was reminiscent of some odd, forsaken business park. We both assessed the situation. The snow had slowed down and was now falling in magical flakes all around us, the clouds had lifted, and stars decorated this Christmas Night. The whole thing was strangely unreal. Magical. And I was totally under the spell of the night. And this man.
