the girl named winter

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t w e l v e
d a y s
b e f o r e

I shift on the Welcome mat before knocking on the wooden oak door. "Blue?" I shout.

I hear him take two steps at a time at the staircase.

I smile.

Blue's wild gray eyes meet mine as he opens the door, too wide. "Yo, Winter."

My smile widens

He studies me from head to toe before gulping and looking back at my eyes. "You look gorgeous."

I bite the inside of my cheek to prevent the blooming brush threatening to spread across my face.

He snickers.

I give him an annoyed expression instead.

He pouts. "Come in."

When the door was closed behind me, I hurriedly shake my jeans jacket off. "It's freezing out there. My jacket's pretty useless."

He takes it by its shoulders. His knuckles accidentally brush against the skin of my ears.

I secretly shiver.

"Sweaters are created for a reason."

"It's thinner than this," I argue.

"But you could've worn it inside the jacket," he says.

I face him.

He places my jacket on the pole. Blue points at my head. "Use that small walnut."

"My brain's bigger than yours."

"But I use mine more often."

I scoff, walking. "Oh shut up."

He catches up with my long strides. "Hey, before you talk to my mother," he warns.

The seriousness in his voice makes me stop. All the excitement in my veins is replaced by nervousness.

"I want you to know," he whispers slowly, our heads near each other, "that you should be careful about what you say."

I gawk at him. "Is she a strict critic or something?"

"Don't think she's a monster or anything. She's..." He shifts in his place. "Nice."

I swallow.

He nods.

"Now that's a nice first impression." I rub my hands together in fake enthusiasm. "I can't wait to meet her."

He cringe. "I'm sorry. Just -"

"Blue Isaac Ronalds!" a voice bombardes from the interior of the house.

I swallow harder.

"Is she there or is she isn't there?"

"She's here, Mother!" Blue shouts back.

"Then bring that lady here! Don't give her a lecture before having a conversation with me." The lady grunts. "I'm the one who's supposed to do that!"