She watched as she saw the face of the beautiful teenager crumble. She could see that her eyes were tearing up and her lower lip began to quiver slightly. "But Jen...I don't understand" she whispered just loud enough for it to be audible. Jen looked down at the ground. Her hands were holding each other in a tight grip as she twiddled her thumbs in circles. She couldn't even bring herself to look the teen in the eyes. She was a coward and she knew it. "You know how much my"
"Yeah Jen, I know!" Tilly snapped. "I know how much your job means to you. How much art means to you. You've said it a million times. But never have I once asked you to give it up for me. How many times have you ended us now eh? Three, four times? Do you have any idea how much it hurts?" Tilly continued to rant. She couldn't stress how much it affected her, every time she was dropped and picked up again, like she was some sort of toy. Jen forced herself to take her eyes off the floor and into the eyes of the hurting girl. She could see her frustration, she knew and she could feel it too. She parted her lips to respond but nothing seemed to come out. A loud rumble of thunder broke the painful silence and as it did so rain began to gently fall from the sky. Gradually beginning to get heavier and colder as it hit both of their faces. Tilly was shivering from the cold, Jen could remember her once telling of how she hated the rain and how much the thunder freaked her out. With that in mind she approached the girl and began to wrap her arms around her. Tilly pushed her off whilst pulling a look of shock and disgust.
"I cant believe you!" She cried.
Jen was persistent, she began to unzip her coat to give to her.
"Jen what is wrong with you?" Her tone was so hurtful and cold, she barely even recognized it herself. "I just thought...' Jen started.
"What? You thought that you'd lend me your coat and everything will be alright? Have you forgot that you just broke up with me? Why do you even do this, it just hurts even more!' As she reached the end of the sentence she felt her voice crack and Jen was pretty sure she was crying. She felt her heart breaking.
Drip.
Jen opened her eyes slowly until she saw the change of surrounding and instead they shot open. She looked around, she was in her room. It was a dream, thank god, she let out a sigh of relief. Another drip hit her on the forehead causing her to look up at the ceiling. There must've been a leak she thought. She got out of her bed and was shocked by how cold it was, she looked to her window which she saw was closed and covered in frost. She walked over to it and used the palm of her hand to rub the condensation off. She was greeted by the view of a winter wonderland. The garden out front was covered by a sheet of pure white snow as was the roof to her jeep. Still little flakes of snow fell from the sky, landing delicately on whatever it hit first.
Jen smiled. She had loved the snow and it reminded her that it was only a few more days until Christmas. She would be heading back home for Boxing Day and she couldn't wait to spend time with her family who she hadn't saw in months. It would also be the first time she wouldn't be with them on Christmas day, instead she would stay with Diane who was having a party on the evening which she was very much looking forward to attending. "Just one more day" she thought as she turned around to face her alarm clock. It was 5:30am and already she was wide awake. It was her last day at work before she would have two weeks of doing whatever she pleased.
She walked over to her wardrobe and pulled out some jeans, a vest, a shirt and a jumper. She then went to her dresser and pulled out a pair of knickers, bra and a pair of thick black socks and made her way to the bathroom for a shower. She decided that she would go on a walk before heading off to the sixth form. Making the most of the snow before it would get ruined by car tire marks and footprints. She got dressed and went downstairs. It was only 5.45am. She put on her coat, the same one she was wearing when she went to the beach with Tilly and wrapped up warm before grabbing her bag and keys and walking out the front door.
She decided she would go to the park, she reluctantly found a bench amongst the snow, which seem to be camouflaging everything, and wiped off the cold heap before sitting on it. She pulled a notebook and pen out off her handbag and began to sketch the sight in front of her. Capturing the memory. Despite her cold fingers the detail of the picture was quite magnificent and after ten minutes she forgot her surroundings, she no longer felt the cold she was just consumed what she was doing. This was what made her love art. She loved how she could just forget everything, she was able to get lost in it and it took her to a carefree place.
Suddenly she felt her neck be hit by cold ice. She jumped up in shock as she felt it slide down her back. She had been knocked back to earth. She turned around was greeted by a cheeky smile. "I've got a great aim don't you think?" She said through her laughter. Jen looked at the girl. She looked at her ginger hair and how it curled perfectly into her face, she had a pure white completion that stood out even more because of how it blent with the snow. Jens eyes then trailed down to her lips, her plump lips which had been coated by a ruby red lipstick. "Jen, are you okay?" She asked stepping closer towards her.
Without removing eye contact Jen swiftly picked up some snow from the bench and threw it at her. Tilly let out a little squeal as the unexpected snow hit her, she giggled and ran after Jen with a big block of ice in her hand. They both ran along the park laughing as Tilly threatened to throw the ice as revenge. After a while Jen could feel a stitch. "Okay, okay. I give up!" She said as she threw her arms up into the air. Tilly smirked, she made her way closer to Jen. She got so close that they could smell each others sweet perfume. Tilly dropped the ice on the floor and slid her arms around Jens waist, they looked into each others eyes until Tilly lent in and placed a long lingering kiss upon Jens lips.
"I wish we could spend every morning like this" Tilly whispered.