When Will It Be?

Chapter 1

She didn't know why she liked him.

Didn't know what made him intriguing.

Didn't know why she thought of him more.

Didn't know why she kept wanting to see him more.

He didn't know why he liked her.

Didn't know what made her so beautiful.

Didn't know why he saw her first in a crowd.

Didn't know why he kept finding her in his songs.

It was a cold winter day when they met.

Snow was everywhere; on the trees, on the grass, on the pavement of every house and on the top of her shoes. She stared at the snow, wishing for it to melt so her feet would not freeze in this unbelievably cold day yet. She sighed as she look up at the road in front of her.

The thing was... the snow was too deep for her to walk home and the cold was making her shiver in her loose jeans, thus making her unable to walk a step further.

She had just came back from a friend's house, picking up a music album she borrowed. Now she was starting to regret going on a snowy day when she could've picked it up at school the next Monday. It's just that she had a craving to hear the music on the disk today and she tends to do things on impulse, so...

Here she was, freezing to death beside a mailbox whose house had a dog that kept barking at her every 5 minutes.

Probably wondering why I'm still standing here in front of his house.

The best thing that probably took the cake, is that she didn't took her enormous scarf with her when she got out. Her silly self thought it was not that cold outside. At least she took her mittens and boots, or not she would've freeze to death more quicker.She breathed out air as she rubbed her hands together.

Great, this is it. This is the end. Tell my friends I love them and I don't regret my death at all. But would it kill Katey to get me a scarf or something........

Just then, something pulled up in front of her. It skidded the snow, splashing them on her snows. She frowned as she tried kicking them off to no avail.

"Sorry 'bout that."

She look up to see a familiar-looking boy, not more than her age, straddling on a bike that was too huge for him. But maybe because of the huge bike, he was able to ride around more faster in the snow.

Lucky him.

"Are you walking home 'cause I can't help on noticing that you weren't really moving so I thought I could give you a ride home or something..." He spoke so fast she couldn't hear much from except the 'something' at the end. So she blink at him.

He seemed to get the message as he spoke again, more calmer. "Are you walking home?" Nod. "....can I give you a ride?" Nod. "You're freezing aren't you?" Another nod. "Okay." He sighed as he got off his bike to come nearer. He unraveled his scarf, then he proceeded to wrap it around her neck, burying her nose in the process. "There you go, it should keep you warm."

The first thing she noticed is that the green-checkered scarf (it didn't look in great shape, really) smelled of mint tea leaves. The boy, she now realized was a boy from her school. He was slightly taller than her, maybe about an inch and had brown hair and green eyes that match his scarf. You could say he had a boyish charm.

His eyes were well, intriguing. They stared at her in concern for her in the snow, the colour of sparkling green like grass after a rainy day. It was pulling her in, even though she didn't notice herself.

He had noticed her from afar, standing stiffly in the cold snow looking like a stick with her brown coat. He wondered why she wasn't walking. Then noticed how she was shivering slightly in the cold day. The absence of a scarf might also provide to the stillness. As he watch, she pulled out her mitten covered hands from her pockets and blew on them, rubbing them together.

She looks familiar though. Should I help give her a ride home?

He made up his mind when he came near her. He stopped his bike in front of her, the snow splash on her shoes. He winced. "Sorry 'bout that."

The first thing he noticed about her is that she's beautiful. Her slightly curly black hair framed her face and hazel eyes glistened in the background of the snow. Her cheeks, pink from the cold made her look innocent and her skin more paler. She had the most natural red lips he'd ever seen. She was shorter than him coming to his chin.

He stumbled on his words, stuttering them out too fast. When she blinked at him, he though she was absolutely adorable.

When she nodded to his questions about giving her a ride, it made her look more adorable.

When he wrapped her in his scarf, he beamed inwardly as the scarf was too big for her, making her nose wrapped in it.

He concluded that she was a silent snow angel in the background of white snow. He could be silly, he knows but really.

"Hop on." He gestured to the big bike beside him. He helped her get on it, as she was too frozen to walk properly. He touched her mitten gloved hand. It felt warm as it also felt cold. He hopped on the bike after her, almost going off before he thought of something.

She was careful not to touch him, even the slightest of touch. She had never rode a bike before. Didn't had one and neither did her friends. She was not sure if he would freak out if she touch him.

Suddenly, she gasped silently as hands came to get her own arms to wrapped around the waist of the boy in front. The warmth from his firm waist was nice, very nice. She tighten her arms around him hesitantly, not knowing it made him blush to the edge of his nose. He never had a girl ride on his bike, much less a cute one.

He started off after asking where her house was. It was quiet the whole way there.

She could feel her heart thumping as his scent got more stronger. The scent of mint tea leaves hung in the air as she tried hard not to lay her head on his back.

All he could think of was her arms around him. He could feel his heart thumping in his chest too much. Too much, he was afraid she would hear him.

The bicycle stopped in front of a white English house. There was smoke coming in from the chimney and a silhouette of a woman in the window with the curtains drawn.

"Okay, we're here." He helped her get off his bike. "Thank you for taking me home." She finally spoke her first words to him. Her voice was sweet and had a slight falsetto in it. He nodded. "I'll be going then." He spoke as he got ready to ride home.

They look at each other, both not knowing what to say. Finally, they nodded to each other.

He broke their staring first, pedaling back home in a hurry. He could feel his blush growing to the tip of his ears. He hope she only thought it was from the cold.

She watched him go on his bike, his figure slowly shrinking until he turn a corner. She could feel the blush on her face as she put her hands around them, feeling the heat rise somehow.

That night, it was raining. She couldn't forget about his eyes, the mint tea leaves scent of his and his warm back. Her mom didn't question the presence of the green-checkered scarf. It was raining outside. She slept peacefully, the scarf folded nicely on her desk, eager to wake up in the morning to smell the after rain.

That night, he wrote a song about angels with black hair and pink cheeks. He didn't notice the absence of his green-checkered scarf, only thinking of her. He slept, thinking he can't wait to try his new song on his guitar. He dreamt of a girl in a brown coat. The both of them sitting together in the winter snow.