"Jess." You hear your name, somewhere in the darkness, but ignore it. "Jess." You hear again, and slowly you open one eye.
"Lydia?" You squint up at her, blinking a few times to focus on your girlfriend. She smiles down at you, and bends to place a quick kiss on your lips.
"Its snowing." She whispers against your mouth, and you can feel her smiling.
You shake your head and tell her its too early for snow. "S'only October."
"I know grew up in California, but I have seen 'White Christmas'. Its snowing." She laughs, running her hand through your hair. Opening your eyes, you look towards her bedroom window, only to see a white blanket on the sill and still more falling.
"Its snowing." You sit up and she grins.
"Told you. I checked the weather. Freak, unexpected cold front. We get snow!"
You notice for the first time, she is fully dressed, with a bright blue beanie on her head, a matching scarf around her neck, clutching white mittens in her right hand. "What's with the get up?" You ask, pulling on her scarf.
"I thought we could go out?" She asks, biting down on her lip, making her childish request seem all the more childlike.
"Its the middle of the night." You groan, glancing at the clock which read one thirty.
"Please?" She begs, drawing out the word. "Remember California? It never even rained much less snowed. Please?"
"It's cold."
"It's pretty." She counters.
"Fine." You sigh as she whoops in delight, pulling a black hat out from behind her back and pulling it on to your head.
"Thank you!" She kisses you and bounces from the bed. "You have ten minutes. Hurry!" She commands, lifting a pair on navy duck boots, with pink stars on them, and turning to leave.
Swinging your legs out of bed, you pull on yesterday's jeans and a sweater. Locating your boots you shove your feet into before joining her on her snowy escapades.
"Oh my God. I'm so cold!" She complains, as she reenters her apartment not ten minutes later. You smile as she wraps her arms around herself and hops from one foot to the other in attempts to get warm. Crossing to her, you wrap your arms around her, and run your hands up and down her arms, hoping the friction will heat her a little.
"Go get back in bed." You kiss her temple. "I'll make you tea."
"Angel." She whispers, her teeth chattering. She slowly disentangles herself from you and heads to her bedroom. You head to the kitchen and throw your coat over the back of a dining chair, switching on the kettle. You sit down at the table and pull out your notebook from your coat pocket. You being scribbling as you wait for the water to boil. You write about your last midnight walk in the snow (right after a confession of love) and the one before that (where no declarations had been made, but the night had ended a lot more pleasant).The kettle clicked off, jarring you from your thoughts. Closing over the book, you shove it back in your pocket and forget about it for the rest of the night.
"Hot tea." You announce as you open her door, only to find her huddled under the blankets, already asleep. Setting the mug down, you strip off your jeans and top, and slip in beside her. Turning in her sleep, she gravitates towards your body heat and you wrap your arm about her, whispering goodnight and pressing a kiss into her hair. You think this may be the best night you spent in the snow.
You wake the next morning when her phone rings. Answering it, you take the the message and then turn to wake her up. "Lyds? The school just called."
"What's wrong? Am I late?" She yawns, slowly blinking up at you.
"Burst pipe." You smile. "No school. Whole place is flooded."
"What?"
"You have a snow day." You tell her and start to laugh as the look of recognition crosses her face.
"I guess there's something good about the snow then." She smiles, sitting up. "Do you have a snow day?" She asks, one eyebrow raised. Shaking your head you tell her you don't. "But what's a snow day without a buddy?" She frowns. "Especially one who stays in bed. All day?"
"I'd rather do that, believe me." You lean and kiss her, "But I have a mountain of editing to get through."
"You sure?"
"No." You admit, grinning. "But I do need to make rent."
"Spoilsport." She pouts and you kiss her again.
"Watch Audrey. Or catch up on all those shows you have Tivo'd."
"Ooh, 'Bones'." She nods.
"Exactly." You stand to leave but she stops you.
"You're coming back here for dinner right?"
"You have no food. We were going out and..." You trail off when you see her small smile. "You don't wanna leave because of the snow, do you?" She shakes her head and you sigh. "I'll bring stuff to make lasagna."
She pulls on your arm, bringing you closer to her and she kisses you. "You spoil me." She smiles.
"I know." You grin back at her. "I'll be back about six."
Throwing on your coat, you leave the apartment. The cold air hits you as soon as you step outside and you shove your hands in your pockets immediately finding the notebook. The small Moleskin Lydia had given you was slowly being filled with random, and out of sequence, events from your past. You always knew the story would be told, but you never thought a short red head from California who hated the snow would be the one who would inspire the writing process. Inspire and encourage, you think to yourself. Her handing you a blank notebook, telling you she like your last piece of writing was more encouragement than you'd received in a while.
And she didn't know.
And you don't know if she'll ever know. Afterall, you're still not a master at the verbal thing.
If the notebook ever gets finished, you think, maybe she'll figure it out.
