I'll Go With You

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The first of December is cold and crisp with the washed out, wintry sun shining uselessly down onto the bitter cold, snow coated earth. It's the type of weather that makes you feel alive, that makes the air feel clearer and plentiful as if flows through your lungs and fogs out with the warmth of your exhaling breaths. The ground is frozen and water icy yet the empty skies and hazy sun wards off worst of the winters frost, the breeze is dry and exhilarating as it whips through the rustle of trees outside and flutters through the old thin curtains.

The door to my bedroom creaks open in the bleak early morning light, the faint yellow glow of the hall light creeping into the dully lit room. I smile as Josh's sweet, familiar and more than slightly out of tune voice floats into the room like velvet as he sings in a hushed, excited tone "Happy Birthday to you, Happy Birthday to you, Happy Birthday dear Tyyyleerrrr! Happy Birthday to you."

I roll over in the puffy softness of my duvet, grinning at the figure standing beside me, his wide, tired eyes sparkle even with the very little light filtering through the room. He looks soft and angelical and, for some reason I possibly don't want to know, has two backpacks bundled in his arms. Looking at him I almost convince myself that there's nothing wrong in the world. He drops the bags heavily onto the ground beside my bed and shivers comically "Shove over. It's so fricking cold." he states with a grin, poking at my shoulder and getting me to shuffle over to make room for him to climb into the bed beside me. He kicks off his untied boots and slides under the covers along side me, resting his head so close to mine on the same pillow that I can feel his icy breath on my cheek, he smiles that contagious grin and I can feel myself automatically smiling back at him "Happy Birthday Ty." He murmurs snuggling up against me and wrapping his arms around my torso.

"Gosh Josh, you're freezing!" I hiss back at him, weaving my arms around his neck and shoulders none the less.

"I know right, I had to walk all the way here."

"Why didn't you just drive?" I ask quietly, not wanting to come across as if I was doubting his decisions. 

"Because it's 7:30 in the morning and I didn't want to make a ruckus and wake the whole street up."

I knew he was actually referring to waking my dad up, although he didn't seem too fazed about Josh hanging around and taking me places all the time sometimes he would go off and rip him to shreds about being irresponsible and indecent "Fair enough." I admit.

"Plusss I need to save up fuel for our trip." He continues, face lighting up excitedly and eyebrows waggling.

"Josh what are you taking about?" I ask, my question hangs silently in the air, I catch on a moment later "Whoa no way Josh. We can't go anywhere today. We have school." I whisper yell at him sternly.

"But Ty it's your birthday." Josh whines back at me, his breath now warm against my neck as he nuzzles into my shoulder.

"So? I don't care. It's not like today's going to be any different from every other day nor is this year going to be any different than the last." I retort sadly.

"It will be if we make it so." Josh awes, looking up into my eyes with shining hope. "And anyway you're sixteen and I've put a tonne of effort into a very special surprise that I can only give you today." He pouts with a sad sigh.

"What if my dad finds out?" I peep, slowly giving it to Josh's antics.

"He won't. Trust me I've got everything sorted I promise." He whispers back, craning his neck to kiss my forehead and holding my head to his chest. I'm glad he can't see the faint blush coating my cheeks. His affection has always been so contact based and I never know in which way he means it, deep down I knew that it was merely close brotherly friendship but I couldn't help but to hope that maybe just maybe it was something more than that. Maybe it was possible that he loved me in the same way I so dearly loved him. "Now come on, we have a long drive ahead of us." He pointed out, poking me in the ribs just hard enough to be annoying.

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