Inhale

Quatre

I love the cold.

                              I love music.

                                                         Since my shift is over and I didn't want to be inside, I came outside to watch people walk by and listen to music.

                                        Most people would have put on a coat and all seeing as it's winter, but I have come to the conclusion that I am not most people.

                                                     I'm still trying to figure out of this is a good or bad thing.

Even after sixteen years of living.

                                                                 Right now Lana Del Rey is singing Ride.

The song is coming off when I feel a tap on my shoulder.

                            It's Jordan.

                                                   I control my breathing before asking, "Yea?"

                                                               He points his thumb behind him before saying, "That Logan guy told my to give you this jacket."

"Thank you," I say as I grab my jacket, "I told him that I don't need it."

                                                        "Aren't you cold?" Jordan asks.

                                     "Yea, but I prefer it that way." I reply.

                            He sits down next to me and asks, "What are you listening to?"

                                                                  I wait a while before deciding to put one of the ear buds in his ear.

                                   "It's---," he begins, but I shush him and say, "Just listen."

                                                               We stay quiet with only the music, people talking, cars honking, and wind blowing interrupting the silence.