A/N: Okay, yes, I know. I have many unfinished stories to update on here. But until I can figure out why my computer hates Microsoft Office, I'll have to suffer with the notepad and attempting to bribe my hard drive. Anyway, here's a little something I started a couple days ago.
It is short, yes. It's because it's the prologue to the actual story. I'm sorry if it's a little boring or uninteresting, but more information is given in the actual chapters. Tell me what you think afterwards.
You never think about how cold it'll be outside in December until you first open your front door. A freezing breeze might blow through, or a snowball just might fly in and smash you in the face. This is what happened to me as I'd been heading outside on my way to school. It wasn't unsual for this to happen, but usually I would manage to dodge them, or at least see them coming before they landed, namely on my face.
"Waah!" I scrubbed at my face to try and rub away the ice-turned-slush. When I'd managed to remove enough so I could see again, I looked through my fingers out into the yard. Snow still clung to my eyelashes when I blinked, so when I saw them, I wasn't exactly sure who it was at first, but then their features became clearer: the dark green hair, the amber eyes, that cheeky grin. "Kish! I can't believe you'd do that this early in the morning!"
He just laughed at me, his hands - with which he had undoubtedly threw that darned snowball - stuffed in his pants' pockets. Over his shoulder he carried his school bag, which he hitched even higher so when he leaned over it didn't fall. "Aw, come on Lily, it's just snow."
Snow is the stuff that stays on the ground and trees. What you have in your hand is no longer just snow, I thought as I glared at him, watching through my narrowed eyes as he packed more snow in his hand. "Isn't that cold?"
"I'm wearing gloves, didn't you see?" He waved one hand that was, yes, indeed wearing a glove, in my general direction.
I didn't even have time to roll my eyes before he threw the new snowball in my direction. This time I was ready, dropping down into a crouch and letting it sail over my head into the front door with a wet splat! Before he could make another one, I scooped up a handful of snow myself, ignoring the sting that went through my hand from the cold. I dashed toward him, my own school bag in hand, throwing the slush at him. While he held an arm up to protect himself, I dashed around him toward the street, a sure way to escape. But then he grabbed the hood of my jacket.
I went sprawling down, my legs going up as the rest of me went down. The snow cushioned my fall, my head didn't even touch ground. Instead I was halfway suspended in the air, my feet buried in the snow as my torso hung in the air. Apparently, somewhere between falling and attempting to catch myself, Kish had kept hold of my hood and grabbed an arm to steady me. He probably hadn't even expected that I fall.
"Whoa, sorry. Are you okay?" he asked as he helped right me.
I pushed back my hood, shaking my hair out so that it fell loosely around my shoulders again. "Yeah, I should be fine. Weird way to grab and catch me though."
"Sorry about that, I hadn't expected you to fall like -"
Before he finished I smushed the handful of snow that I'd secretly scooped from the ground right into his face. He didn't do anything but stand there dumbfounded as I grinned cheekily. "Payback," I said, spinning around to run off again. This time he didn't bother to make a grab for me, he was still so surprised. When I turned back and called to him that we were going to be late, he seemed to snap out of it for a minute, long enough to grab his bag where it'd fallen and run to catch up with me.
A/N: I know what you're thinking ... "Kish is an alien, why is he going to school?" In this story, he has a special place beside Lily (I don't think it will be as romantic as I thought when I started writing, but I'm not entirely sure yet).
When I start adding chapters, I'll add more detail and whatnot in the author's notes and stuff. It'll make sense, I promise xD