Let It Snow (Kellic One-Shot)

"Hey, Kellin, um…I’ve got some bad news."

I stop pacing at the tone in Vic’s voice on the other end of the phone. “Is your flight delayed or something?”

"Well…kind of. Not exactly."

I look out the window at the falling snow. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

"Well, it’s not delayed."

"Oh. Okay, that’s good—"

"It’s canceled."

“What?”

Vic is in Massachusetts at the moment, while I’m down in Pennsylvania. He’s been visiting family for the past few weeks, and the only reason I’m not with him is because I’ve been visiting mine, too, and they live close to here. Vic and I share a house just outside of Philadelphia, and he’s supposed to be getting back tonight. Christmas Eve.

"Yeah. I don’t know what it’s like down there, but up here in Boston…well, we’ve got ourselves a pretty big blizzard." His voice cuts in and out. "I can barely get reception."

"Are you serious? I mean, it’s snowing down here, but we’ve only got one or two inches, I think." I head into the living room and grab the TV remote. "Let me check the weather."

"Okay. Let me know what you find."

On the screen, there’s a reporter standing in the middle of what looks like a chaotic, snowy mess, struggling just to keep from being blown away. “Well, there’s a guy apparently reporting from Boston,” I say. “It sure looks like a blizzard. Are you at the airport right now?”

"Yep. And what do I see? People panicking. Babies crying. Phone calls being made. And lots of food. At least we won’t starve to death, ‘cause I’m pretty sure we’re snowed in."

"Snowed in?” I repeat. This is a lot worse than I thought it was.

"Uh-huh. I mean, I’m looking out the window right now, but I can’t see much. There’s, um, darkness. And, uh, white stuff. Guess that’s the snow. But that’s pretty much it. Maybe we can dig ourselves out."

"Jesus." I turn the TV off and resume pacing around the house. "So it seems the weatherman says this blizzard is supposed to go on at least until tomorrow afternoon."

"That’s what I heard, too. Which means we’re all kind of stuck here for a little while, unless we try to go back to our houses."

I sigh. “Great. Merry Christmas. Merry fucking Christmas.”

"Well, I mean, I could still make it by tomorrow night, maybe," he says, but I can tell some of his spirit has gone out, too.

"Wait." An idea hits me, and before I know it I’m grabbing my shoes, my wallet, a sweatshirt, and my car keys. "What if I drove there?"

Vic laughs. “Yeah, real funny.”

"I’m serious."

"You are? You’re serious?"

"Yeah. I mean, it can’t take that long. I could just drive there, pick you up, and we could drive back. We might not reach the house by morning, but we’ll be together.”

"Kellin, from what I can tell, it looks like Jack Frost and Satan had a baby that went just about as horribly wrong as it possibly could. The weather might not be bad down there, but once you get closer, it’s probably gonna be a lot more dangerous than you think it is."

"Okay, then bring on the danger. I really want to see you. I want to be with you tomorrow. How long do you think it’ll take for me to get there?"