Ok, let's get a few things straight. 1.I'm not exactly an outdoors kinda guy. 2.I REALLY hate snow. 3. I have a roommate who doesn't give a damn if it's cold outside and always seems to drag me along. Now, I know what you're thinking. 'You don't like snow! God, who is this, Scrooge?' Well, it's not. My name is Matt. And the roommate that lacks judgment of temperature is Mello. And today officially sucks. It's snowing and Mello just walked in grinning like he'd won the lottery.
Here comes those famous words that always seem to precede me getting a cold the next week. "Hey, Matt, it's snowing! Come outside!", he says, his face a little flushed from the cold. Oh, another thing about me. It's physically impossible for me to say no to Mello. I don't know why, I just can't. Especially when he's grinning at me like that. So, I pause my game and get up. I pull on my vest and follow the smiling blonde out into the white Hell.
I light a cigarette as I sit on a bench watching the little white bits of ice cold fluff fall. I have to admit, it is kinda pretty. Maybe snow isn't so bad…. Wham! Something mushy, wet and really, REALLY, cold hits the back of my head, making the cig fall to the snow covered ground. I yelp and jump up shaking my head, trying to get the snowball off. Some of it slips down the back of my vest, leaving an icy trail down my spine. Pretty soon, I'm reaching around trying to gets the chunks of ice out of my vest. Then, I hear it. That very familiar laughter. I turn to see Mello, almost doubled over with laughter. While he's laughing I bend down and scoop up some snow. I press it into a snowball and throw it at the blonde haired devil. Direct hit. Now the laughter stops as Mello shakes snow out of his hair.
I'm pretty sure I just signed my death warrant, as Mello grabs another handful of snow. Great. As if snow wasn't bad enough already. I manage to duck the next ice missile, but I get hit square in the face when I try to scrape some snow off the top of the bench to use as ammo. Thank God for goggles. The all out snow war continues for about another twenty minutes, until we're both panting for breath and dripping wet. Mello's still smiling as we head back inside. Me….not so much. The minute we get inside I pull off my vest, gloves, and boots, flopping down on the couch. I can feel bits of snow melting in my hair, causing it to stick to my forehead. Mello pulls off his coat, gloves, and boots, sitting down next to me on the couch. Then, he does something he's never done before. He leans against my shoulder, his damp hair tickling my jaw.
I'm a little surprised, but hey, I'm not complaining. I gently put my arm around Mello and he doesn't pull away. Instead, he sighs almost contentedly. I smile. Maybe snow days aren't so bad after all.