"Penny for your thoughts?"
He smiled, "Just thinking about you."
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First-year College student, Farren Smith finds herself in a sticky situation when she drops her close friend off at the airport just a couple weeks before...
It was The seventh of December...wow time had gone by so quickly, these were Farren's thoughts as she listened to her music through her worn blue earphones, staring out at the sleet covering the road and the mountains of ice next too it. Though her volume was already two bars from one hundred percent, she could still hear Marilyn screaming at Thomas like a madwoman to get off the WII. Thomas had been playing WII all night, and the sounds of Mario aren't the quietist thing, he eventually gave in moping up the stairs and closing his bedroom door.
Farren was sure he would be asleep as soon as he touched the blue bedsheets that clothed the mattress, the ones that smelled of vanilla essential oils Marilyn insisted on applying to them after every wash. The thought of the scent almost made her smell it in the heated air. She ran a finger through her combed hair tapping her left pointer finger on the mug she was holding to the music coursing through her headphones.
Whenever she listened to music she toned the world out, and lived inside of whatever she was thinking... right now Elliot was every other thought, Lilly was screaming background noise, and escaping to Hawaii was the frequent drumming.
If only she could escape to Hawaii. It would make it so much easier. To breathe, to act normally; to not stumble or stutter on almost every possible word. That and she wouldn't have to deal with the dread. The dread of knowing Elliot likes someone else. It sucks.
Farren got up pulling out her headphones. She walked into the kitchen deciding to make some toast because she was hungry. Once the toast was done she put butter on it watching as the plastic knife scrapped the burnt edges. The sound the plastic made soothed ears, she still had the world tuned out, but was aware enough to notice the yelling had stopped.
In a hurried and motherlike voice she heard, " Those boys I tell you," then a pause, " Are you okay dearest?"
Farren looked up from her toast, disposing the buttered knife in the trash, "Oh yeah, just thinking of home."
Marilyn knew better than to speak more, but the pain shone clearly in Farren's eyes, glassy and unblinking as they glistened against the warm kitchen lights.
"Darling, why don't you follow me," Marilyn spoke motioning the girl to follow her outside.
Farren grabbed her toast from the blue plastic plate, following Marilyn into the crisp air that bit at the bare parts of her skin through the old cardigan she'd borrowed.
Marilyn scooped snow into a large mug, leaving a dumbfounded look on Farren's face. After filling the mug halfway with snow Marilyn went back into the house, opening the freezer. She pulled out vanilla ice-cream, homed in a ziplock bag, homemade. she scooped the ice cream onto the snow, before crumbling cookies ontop.
Farren looked confused at the mug as Marilyn slid a silver spoon into it before handing it to her.
"Wha-"
Marilyn held up her left pinky nail, "This is my winter specialty. One time we were outside just after Thomas turned one, him and his brother were throwing snowballs. Me and my hubby were eating vanilla ice cream we'd made that day even though it was freezing outside. Elliot missed Thomas by a mile and the snowball burst into my ice cream, when I took the bite it melted on my tongue. It was a little bland so Thomas added his gingerbread man. We have made it everyday since."
Farren smiled, genuinely, the corners of her pink lips rising to curve the small holes, she hated, in her rosy cheeks.
"Thanks for making this. Your really a wonderful person." Farren smiled.
"Thank you Farren now go have some fun. Elliot and Thomas wanted to have a snowball fight with you." Marilyn nodded towards the boys whom were drawing pictures in the snow.
"Okay. Thanks again." Farren giggled running off.
"Anytime dear!" Marilyn called out.
"Hi Farren want to have a snowball fight?" Thomas asked, "If you do I want you on my team!"
"Alright." Farren laughed.
"Hey! What if I wanted Farren on my team?" Elliot whined.
"You'll live." Farren grinned throwing a snowball at him.
"Oh it's on!" Elliot shouted. The three began making snow forts and Farren and Thomas finished first. They started making snowballs to stock up. Once they finished they attacked Elliot while he was finishing his fort.
"Not fair!" Elliot shouted throwing some of his snowballs at them.
"It's fair enough. We never said when to start so we assumed such." Farren grinned.
"Haha! We are gonna win!" Thomas shouted.
"Taunting isn't nice." Elliot whined.
"Throwing snowballs at each other's faces isn't peachy, yet we are still doing it." Farren stated.
"True." Elliot shrugged.
The three started hurling snowballs at each other again. Thomas fell to the snow covered ground as a snowball hit his red nose, Farren gasped raising a hand to stop Elliot as she looked at Thomas.
"Bud, are you okay?"
He opened his right eye, moving the white haze that covered the left as he groaned.
"My eye hurts," it sounded more like a cry then a tone of speech.
Farrren scooped him up, shifting him to her left as they reclaimed the warmth in their bodies.
Elliot was chewing on his lip, Farren noticed, he had a look of guilt mixed over his structured face, and blue eyes. His hair was filled with white specs, dampening the color to make the dirty blonde a creme' color with dark tones sprinkled throughout.
"Hey, he'll be okay," Farren whispered to him, letting her hand graze his crappy excuse of a good sweater.
He looked up letting their eyes connect for a few seconds before looking away with a cheeky smile, and a small nod.
"Can you make him hot chocolate? I'll get him a blanket and then we can go battle to the death," Farren smiles leaving him downstairs as she traveled to find Marilyn.
Soon Thomas was glued to Moana, with a heated blanket and hot chocolate in hand, the hot air surrounded him. Marilyn was to his aid and Elliot and Farren found their way outside, letting the cool air kiss their skin again.
She hated the cold, Farren hated the cold very much indeed, but something about sharing the atmosphere with someone she cared about changed things. Somehow Elliot had made cold days warm, and she liked it.
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