It's December, which is my favorite month. Aside from the fact my birthday is just two weeks away, what I love about December is those white, fluffy, cool mixture which can drive you insane, or make you have so. Much. Fun. That's right. Snow. I pull on my mittens my dad gave me and hurriedly slip on the comfy boots I saw at Zara. Tying the laces together, I hear a car honk, and I knew Abi was waiting. I grabbed my purple parka, shrugging my arms into the sleeves, and I run a brush through my layered brown hair. Grabbing my backpack, I bound down the stairs, passing the kitchen and snatching a bagel. Running out into my portch, I fling my arms wide and scream, "SNOOOOOOWWWWWW!" then I grin at Abi and head towards her car. I stop right in front of the door. "Gosh, please don't go on and on about this sick excuse for winter." Abi groans, slamming her green mttens unto the steering wheel. I started singing the Christmas carol about the grouchy ol' man and she covers her ears, "Shut up, Cassy. Please." I laugh at her expression and grab a handful of snow from the ground and fling it at her. "Oi! This baby does not want to be pelt with filthy water!" Abi pats her Mustang protectively and I hop in her car. The endless chatter about the snow continues throughout the day. I walk out the doors of the school hand-in-hand with Alexander. "C'mon, let's make snow angels!" Xander chrips and I laugh because he sounds like a kid. "Oh, shut up. Snow angels are fun!" he grabs my had and leads me to a vacant space where he sits down flat. "Nuh-uh. I'm not going to-" he pulls me down and I loose my balance and stubble into his arms. My eyes widened as he leans down and kisses me softly. It's magical. Despite the cold weather, everything's on fire. Fireworks all over. Everything is perfect just so- "YOU *****!" Alexander and I pull away and look over at the other side of the snow-covered field, where two blondes are face-to-face. One is smirking, while the other looks really really pissed. "THIS COST ME MORE THAN YOU DADDY'S PAYCHECK!" Brittany screams, gesturing to her Versacé coat. Of course, despite the snow, Brittany finds a way to wear full branded snow clothes, down to her snow-proof Chanel bag. "Sorry, hun, I slipped." Auvrey says sweetly, though it was obvious that it wasn't an accident. "*****, snow doesn't go well with Versacé!" Brittany's still fuming. "We'll see about that, now will we?" Auvrey retorts. Brittany gives a disgruntled groan and stomps away, her possé following. Auvrey - 2 ; Brittany - 0. But the look on Brittany's face said that it wouldn't be like that for long.
JOYCE! YOU ASKED FOR THIS! Don't hate me! AHAHA "I am ready for this," Abi cracked her knuckles, putting her game face on. I laughed at her, "Suuure, Abi, suuuuure. " She shot me a look and turned back to the game. She took three quarters from her pocket, inserting them one by one, until the machine blarred to life. The slow hum of the acceleration started, and she placed one hand over the controller. She moved it forward, and the hand-claw of the machine moved along. "I. Want. The. Dang. Pink. Teddybear." I heard Abi say under her breath. I rolled my eyes, and headed over to Ginny, who was sitting at our table, dipping a spoonful of yogurt into her mouth. "You know," she said after a moment, "I never figured out what happened to Peter." I shrugged, "I bet he moved like Carter." I glanced at Abi, who was now thrusting the controller in wild, different directions that I was afraid that she would break it. Abi jumped back from the machine, her eyes wide open. "OH YEAH *****ES! I WON THE FREAKIN PINK TEDDYBEAR! BEAT THAT!" she screamed at the machine blaring YOU WON! and people gave her suspicious looks. Well, that's Abi for you. "...I was like, in my Zen mode, and my mind was coaching me really awesomely, and it was using a Yoda voice and everything...." Abi blabbered as we walked along the road. She clutched the pink teddy bear tighter, managing it with one hand and making frantic gestures about her so-called interesting story. I was pretending to listen. "...and so the claw-thingie was going lower and lower and it was so cool...and-and-and...what the ****?" I glanced at Abi, and almost burst out laughing. A PHHM that was lying on the street had jumped up and grabbed Abi's free hand. PHHM as in Pig Hobo Hippie Magician. Yes, he was a hobo. When I saw him from afar, he was screaming, "Avada Kedavra!" to a stray cat. "Will you marry me??" the PHHM asked, shaking Abi's hand. He had a crazed look in his eyes. Abi's eyes grew wide, and she pulled her hand away, then she took a deep breath and screamed, "AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!" Then she ran away screaming. This is a really crazy update. LYLAS JOYCE!
I was still laughing by the time we have exited the street. Abi had gone, somewhere. I had no idea where, but we were going to eat at Shrimp, this restaurant across the mall, and I knew Abi, if she was in her right mind, would meet us there. But then again, who could be in their right mind when that just happened. ABI's POV What. Just. Happened?! Why was a PHHM on the street. I mean, he's a hobo, but why did he grab my hand? That's so ew I had ran into a nearby bookstore, and the clerk had given me a suspicious look. I mean, who enters a bookstore with a pink teddy bear and sweating? Abigail Masen, that is. I run up the stairs, taking two at a time. I was starting to get paranoid. What if that PHHM was a stalker? Or what if-what if..Leo was back? My heart froze at the thought and I gasped. What if...? My last encounter with him cut through my mind. Then it switched to Carter. How could I have survived all of this? It all happened in slow motion. On minute, I was clutching my teddy bear like it was my life supporter, and the next, I'm on the ground, my pink teddy bear rolled over beside me. !!! "I'm--so--sorry." a hand was extended to me, and I took it. That was when I got a good look at the guy. He was handsome, taller then me, and had tousled brown hair. And those eyes. Wow. Those eyes. "Uh--um--this is y-yours." he picked up my teddy bear and handed it to me. "AWWW!!!" high-pitched screams from a group of girls who were observing us squealed, probably thinking he was giving me a gift of some sort. The boy just turned redder, "I-I should go. Hehe...uh...sorry again." he was nervous, obviously. Me? My palms were like freaking waterfalls. "Yeah...me too..." I watched him leave, my heart saddening. Who was this guy? What was his name? Why did he make my heart. Skip. A. Beat? Whoever he is, he's mine. Eh, it's boring.