Merome/SlurpieASF Twoshot

Merome Twoshot

   When I woke up this morning, I immediately anticipated looking outside. The local weather forecast suggested we were expected to get 5 to 6 inches of snow the night prior. For some reason, I always enjoyed the snow.

   As much as I hated being exposed to such a bone-chilling substance, something about the cold and dry air made the weather almost entirely bearable- being indoors, of course. When I was outside, it was a much different situation. I prefer to admire from afar. When I was younger, my friends and I would always have the most intense snowball wars one could conceive. Would being the key word. When we were younger and, well, more naïve, we could do just about anything. 

   Now, we're older and more mature. Of course, we will always be adolescents at heart, but it also takes a special kind of skill to think like a child. Innocence truly is bliss. Upon getting excited at the idea of being able to reunite with my old friends, I ran over to the window and pressed my face to the cold glass.

 I couldn't help but allow an infantile grin spread across my face as blank, white sheets greeted back my gaze. I wanted to call everyone I knew, hoping,of course, that they would be awake at such an early hour. Early, for Mitch, was any time before noon, and it's 9:47 AM right now. I wasn't so sure about the others so much. I haven't been in touch with them for some time. Would it be bizarre to contact them again? I hope not. 

   I shuffled downstairs and darted straight into my kitchen to find my cell phone, thinking about the first person I looked forward to calling the most- Mitch. I was hoping Mitch would get himself up and march over to my house. I quickly unplugged my phone from it's respective charger and I rapidly shifted through my contacts to find the Mitch's name. Now I was eager to hear his voice pick up. I heard ringing a couple times, but to no avail did Mitch manage to hear his phone and pickup. That didn't stop me from continuing to ambush his phone with more missed call notifications. I'll listen to his answering machine pickup as many times as I can humanly withstand. 

  At about the third dial, I held my breath. Finally, Mitch picked up.

   "Jerome," Mitch started in a frustrated tone. "Why are you blowing my phone up at such ungodly hours? Jesus!" He said half-asleep. I'm sure his circadian rhythm thanks me. 

   "Sorry, Mitch." I apologized. I didn't feel entirely remorseful, though I considered he may have been in the middle of a pleasant dream. 

   His voice became more relaxed as he laughed and said, "It's okay, but why are you calling me? What is on god's green earth is more important than sleeping in?"

   "Well," I said, "have you looked outside your window yet?" Mitch sighed and I audibly heard him release himself from his comforters. As he makes his way downstairs, I make my way to my living room. The sound of his backdoor sliding open made it's way through the phone as well and there's a brief, quiet moment before Mitch talks. 

   "Ya'know, Jerome, has it ever crossed your mind that I've, I don't know, perhaps seen snow already? I mean, living in Canada a majority of my life and all." he retorted. 

   "Oh,  hush Mitch." I said. "I just thought you forgot about the weather forecast for early this morning. Like you tend to do with a lot of things. Anyway, I was thinking we could get everyone together and have a snowball fight." 

"Well, um," He started, "I don't really, like, have any of their phone numbers." I heard him say as he closed his backdoor.

"Oh," I said quietly, a bit disappointed. There was a long pause before Mitch spoke up.

   "Hey, man. I'm sorry I don't have their numbers, but maybe you and I can hang out today? Just the two of us," he suggested.

   Hanging out with just Mitch didn't necessarily seem like an undesirable idea. Ever since I moved a ways away from him, we never really seem to have time to see each other in person. We're both so busy being caught up with work. It seems to be a rarity to be with him face-to-face.