As White As Snow Literally

Chapter 3. Misunderstood

After our meals we headed over to my house. We entered and saw the warm smile plastered on my mother's youthful face. She was out of her pyjamas and was wearing a sweater that read "warm cookies and milk" matched with some loose jogging pants.

"Hello, girls!" She excitedly exclaimed.

"How did you know I was coming?" Julie asked removing her boots, revealing rainbow coloured socks.

"Oh sweetie, I could smell you from a mile away!" She said laughing.

We stepped in and our heads were finally sheltered from the falling snow. We headed upstairs and into my colourful room. We sat across each other on my bed.

I laid upside down on the edge of my bed, my head nearly touching the ground letting my hair loose and my legs were my only support to keep me hanging.

"So what are you planning to do for your birthday?" Julie asked without removing her gaze from her pink badazzled phone.

"I'm not sure probably just buy some cake, snacks and some friends." I said shrugging.

My 18th birthday. 18. The age where I'm suppose to discover my mate. How exciting was this? I still remember, looking up at the moon and imagine what he would look like. Would his eyes sparkle like the stars in the sky?

Would his hair be as dark as the night sky or as light as the sun or as orange as the hues that the sun gave out during sunset?

Would he be as loving as Adam Sandler in the wedding singer?

Waves of questions floated through my head, waiting to be answered.

And soon, it would be answered in 3 days.

"That's it?" Julie asked surprise.

I shrugged again. Lazy to put my thoughts into words.

"You?" I questioned, sitting up in the process.

"Not much. Same as you too." Then she spaced out and looked up at the sky.

I was older than Julie by 5 days so her birthday would come later.

I wonder. How ironic would it be if Julie's mate was Romeo. Since Julie was just a short nickname for Juliet.

Suddenly, we were sent back into reality when we heard the door open. My mom stepped in, cautiously. Carrying a green bowl of popcorn with her.

The smell immediately reached our noses. My stomach grumbling in response.

I love popcorn!

My mother sat at the edge of our bed and placed the bowl on the bed. I immediately stuck my hand in it, grabbing a handful and shoving into my mouth. My cheeks were filled like a chipmunk.

"So... Whatcha girls talking about? Boys? Gossip? Makeup? Girly Shit?" She casually asked with a big smile on her face.

"Try birthdays." Julie piped in between crunches.

"Oh! I remember on my birthday, your dad was there. When he found out we were mates he wrote me letters everyday, saying what he did in school and how much he loved and missed me. Since we lived in different states." My mom said, staring into space with a slight grin forming on her face.

Letters? Ugh. Wait to be cheesy.

"That is unbelievable." Julie cooed.

"I know right-" I responded before my mom could.

"Who hasn't heard of texting?" I asked in disbelief and rolled my eyes.Leaving 2 very confused girls looking at me.

Well... This is getting awkward.