Without Direction

Chapter 8

The tears have dried and I remain wrapped in Manson's arms, his warmth seeping into me. It has been silent for a while, with the occasional footsteps in the hall or the light buzz of hoverboards. "Seasons should change soon," Manson says, his voice hanging in the air. "I know what seasons are." I glare at him, a little hurt he thought I was that stupid. "I hate to break it to you, but seasons aren't exactly gradual anymore." Manson stands up, he looks taller, considering I'm sitting on the ground. He offers me his hand, such a gentlemen. Not that I remeber meeting any before. I shake my head and pull myself upright. Manson jumps onto my very neatly made bed, he is swallowed up by the blankets. I smile and I flop down next to him. He points out the window "Watch." That's all he said. So I did, I sat and waited. The silence was nice, yet I wish I had more topics of conversation. And with that the sky turns a very light grey color and clouds form, not fluffly, very smooth and almost snow like. Then like a rock dropping off a cliff, this blanket falls towards the ground, landing on everything. A good foot of snow is now covering the city. I must have gasped because Manson is laughing. I couldn't help myself I couldn't believe that was what snow was now. I remember catching snowflakes on my tongue and my nose turning red like a cherry. I move away from Manson trying to comprehend. "It takes away all good memories." I fight the tears in my eyes, the lump in my throaght aches. "I know, kinda sucks right?" Manson chuckles and I don't understand how he's okay with it. I look at him hoping my eyes look normal, but I guess not because he moves closer. I am too tired to stop him, Manson hugs me tight and rests his chin on the top of my head. It feels perfect, like nothing is wrong, yet I still don't understand this world. "Memories are meaningless now, but people still have them, just don't care anymore. But I still care about them. I always have and always will." Manson says. His chin moves, tickling my head. "They were everything back then." I say slowly, both of us knowing when "back then" was. " Mind if I stay the night?" Mansons asks. I hesitate to answer, but would miss his company. "I don't see why not." I say, looking back at him, both of us smiling. Another perfect memory I now have. He kisses my lips quickly, and slides from the bed and strides out the room. I stay on the bed, considering I had such a stressful day, I slide under the covers and close my eyes.

I don't really remember if I had any dreams, but I am rudely awakened by Manson. I grab a pillow and throw it behind me. "I let you sleep for a few hours, time to eat Jade." I sigh and sit up, glaring at Manson. That's when I notice he isn't wearing his usual white lab coat and black shirt and black jeans. "You have other clothes?" I ask smirking. He is to easy to tease. He smirks and says "Yes unlike you." we both laugh. "Well someone could take me shopping," I say, actually meaning it. Which is odd I have a pure hate for shopping now after being attacked by a very rude lady. "Lets go." Manson holds out his hand and pulls me to my feet. "I wanted to shower though." I say, giving him my pest puppy dog eyes. "Nope, that can wait. You smell fine." He smiles and begins to walk to the front door. I follow and mutter "But I don't look fine." We twist through the hallways, and down the elvator. I am pretty excited to see the world with snow. I step out onto cleanly paved sidewalks, no ice, no little patches of snow that a shovel didn't pick up. I must  look sad because Manson hugs me and says "It's all automatic now, but I can still push you into the snow." I push him away "Not if I push you first!" I say pushing him backwards. His smile fades and turns into a game face "Bring it." Manson says. I run straight at him, but he moves out of the way, grabbing my arm and pulling away from the snow. "Why didn't you let me fall?" I ask "No fun if I didn't push you." Just when he finsihes his sentence he pushes me, but I grab onto his arm and he falls with me. The snow molds around us. Our laughs are soft in the rush of people. I smile and realize that the snow is actually very cold, I mean why wouldn't it be. I manage to pull my self out of the snow, shivering. "Did you think snow wouldn't be cold anymore?" Manson asks, and I glare at him. He wraps his arm around my shoulder and pulls me closer. "Better?" He asks, I look up and smile. We walk down the streets, taking turns here and there. We have conversations about snow and memories. After about thirty minutes we stop in front of a wide and rather tall building. "Welcome to Calixta's biggest shopping mall!" Manson says enthusiastically. I smile and am dragged into the mall.