Matthew Gray Gubler Short Stories - Christmas Edition

Sleigh Ride #4

Set in the UK where the reader lives in this fictional piece.

Y/S = Your Sister

Your mum (seriously. But if you don't have one, feel free to make one up or imagine someone else, same rules apply for the Y/S prompt) 

"Outside the snow is falling and friends are calling "Yoohoo!"

A loud thud on the window next to you distracted you from the lovely conversation you were having with Y/S and your mum causing all three of you to jump. You looked at the window to see a smattering of snow pressed up against it, sliding down in chunks as it broke apart. Someone had thrown a snowball at it in order to frighten you. That someone was Matthew. You only knew this because he was standing on the other side of the pane of glass laughing his head off. By now you, Y/S and your mum were laughing too, the shock having worn off. You stood up to assess the damage to the window – not that there were any bar white crystals slowly melting – and shook your head at him. He wiggled his right index finger at you in a hooking motion, urging you to come outside. His hands were pink, the result of playing in the snow with no gloves on and his face was red from running around with your nieces and nephews outside.

You folded your arms and shook your head mouthing "no". It was far too cold for your liking.

"Come on." He mouthed back.

You shook your head again.

He pouted which resulted in you rolling your eyes.

"Fine."

The three of you made your way to the front door, pulling on your coats and winter boots. Despite having wrapped up warm, as soon as you opened the front door the ice-cold air hit you sharply, causing your eyes to water and your fingertips to turn blue. You remained on the doorstep as your mum and sister walked towards the children.

Matthew tried to coerce you into stepping out further but you refused. Your teeth were chatting as snow fell.

"I'm fine here." You turned to take a step backwards, careful to not to fall over the toys placed at the door.

When you turned your head back around, something wet on your nose made you come to a standstill. Matthew had stuck out his tongue and placed it to the tip of your nose. It was only to serve as a distraction, though, as you felt something extremely cold go down the back of your jacket and into your shirt. The little twerp had put a huge chunk of ice down your back.

As he ran away to hide behind your family, you screamed after him: "Oh my God! I am so going to get you back for that!"