The Marquee Of Snakes

Bittersweet

I was still hung up on what to do. What can I do if it is snowing outside? I walk around my room, looking for an ounce of a single idea on what to do today.

I guess I could maybe draw something, but what? Wait, I could draw a landscape. I need to work on my landscape anyways.

I began to rummage through my backpack for my sketchbook. I took out my little black sketchbook and open to the next available page. Don't you just love a fresh new page? For me, this goes for sketchbook and notebook paper. Starting brand new is a wonderful feeling.

I grab my pencil and as I was about to put the pencil on the sketchbook, I heard something rather loud smack on my window.

I sigh deeply in annoyance as I lay my sketchbook and pencil down on my bedside table. I then went up to the window. I found clumps of snow sticking to the window, making an outline of a circle. Did someone throw a snowball up here?

I look around to see any possible culprits, but I do not see anybody. All that was in sight was the enormous lake of Camp Deo. Other than that, there was nobody around. Our cabin is very far away from the other cabins.

Before I had the chance to blink again, another snowball flew into my window, causing me to jump back in shock. Who the hell threw that?

I open the window to get a better look.  I looked down to see a familiar twat. It was Jackson.

"Jackson, what the f-" I was about the yell, but Jackson hit me square in the face with a snowball. I scream internally from the copious amounts of frigid snow that was thrown. It felt like I did not have a face anymore.

"That's for not including me in this cabin," Jackson says with a smirk. I am going to beat the crap out of him.

"What the hell?! I didn't even make that choice," I yell at Jackson.

"I know. I just don't like you so I threw a snowball at your face," Jackson says with a laugh.

"You're dead," I say as I then went downstairs and outside.

I found Jackson still outside ear my window. Was he waiting? Was he waiting for me to beat the crap out of him. He is going to regret throwing a snowball at me.

Jackson began to pelt snowballs at me but I ran at him, tackling him to the ground. Since we were the same size, I had the upper hand. I flipped him on his back and pressed his head into the snow.

"Got you, you asshole," I say with a large smirk on my face. Now he can't say that I am weak.

"Really?" Jackson says as he then flipped me over and pressed my head into the snow like I did.

"Got you, asshole," Jackson says with a laugh as he let my head go, allowing me to move my head at least. He still didn't let me off of the ground. For him being the same size as me, he is pretty heavy. He putting all his weight on me so he can keep me down.

"Can you let me go? I say as I move from beneath him. This is getting annoying.

"Why?" Jackson whined in a playful manner. This was not the mean Jackson. Where is the mean Jackson? What is up with him. I began to blush a little bit. He is way too close.

"T-the snow is cold," I respond nervously as I try to look away from him. I couldn't. The way he is looking at me has kept my gaze.

"I mean, I- never mind," Jackson says as he then stopped what he was about to say and pulled me up from the snow. What in the heck was that?

"Um. I am just going to head inside. It's getting really cold out here. Will I see you soon?" I ask. What was I saying? Did I seriously just ask Jackson that?

"Maybe," Jackson says with a wide smirk on his face. God, why am I so stupid?

"Bye," I say as I gave a tiny wave. He waved back as he ran off to his camp. How much did he have to run to get here? In the least, he would have to run a mile or two to get to our cabin.

I went inside and I found Chance playing guitar in the living room, while Justin sits there jamming out to the music. How long was I out there?

"You were out there a pretty long time. What were you doing?" Justin asks with a curious look on his face.

"Jackson," Chance says with a large smile on his face. Did he really just say that?

"What? No I wasn't," I said as a burning sensation crept up in my cheeks. 

"Why was he on top of y-" Chance say but was interrupted be me.

"No! We were just fighting. He hit me in the face with a snowball when I was looking out the window and I got revenge. Nothing else happened," I say as my face got more redder by the second. Chance laughs hysterically while Justin does not.

"Oh," Justin says shortly. It didn't look like he enjoyed hearing that. I mean he can't be jealous. He has a girlfriend who can keep him happy. Why is he being like this?

I wanted to get away from this awkward situation as fast as possible, so I said "I am just going to head to my room. See you guys later."

When I made it into my room, I jumped into my warm bed and cuddled into my blankets. Soon after a few minutes have passed, I fell asleep.

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A/N

I know, I know. You might be thinking,  "When will it get scary?"

Just bare with me. It's going to build up, I promise. I will not make this a romance novel. Please don't smite me! 😂