Guys, you are all awesome. Also, this one is probs gonna suck bc I hate second chapters and I had nothing else to do for this prompt because all the others are decently planned out and this one is just HERE'S SNOW GO NUTS.

But anyways, today's theme is first snow! Enjoy!

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It's five thirty at night, the sky dark and the outside still and calm, when Benny rushes in and ruins everything that those words stand for.

He totally disregards the fact that Ethan's got a book on his lap and homework in front of him and throws himself down on top of the smaller boy like a hyperactive golden retriever. Ethan didn't even hear him come into his room, and is currently trying not to go into cardiac arrest.

"Ethan, did you look outside?" Benny yells in his face, and Ethan is still blinking down at his face like a surprised owl.

Sighing, and forgetting his homework for the moment, he smiles fondly down at the other boy and rests his hand on Benny's warm and pink cheek.

He shakes his head. "No. What's up?"

Benny's grin grows tenfold, and taking the hand resting against his cheek, he uses it to pull Ethan off of his bed and towards the window. The curtains are pushed aside with reckless abandon, and Ethan doesn't have time to fret over them before their breath is fogging up the glass and Benny is gesturing up towards the sky.

"It's snowing!" he shouts enthusiastically, and Ethan wipes away their cloud of fog to see outside.

Benny's right; giant, cottonball snowflakes are falling from the sky and landing on the ground. The wet flakes stick to the grass like fingers digging into the soil, and even though Ethan knows the snow will be gone by the time they wake up the next morning, the sight of snow still makes him smile.

He turns to Benny, his grin just as big as his best friend's. "Yeah, it is. That's awesome."

"C'mon!" Benny laughs, and is pulling Ethan out behind him without a second warning.

The two of them bounce down the stairs together, hands still locked together, and basically fall over each other when reaching the bottom. They spill out into the foyer in a giant ball of teenage idiot, Benny shouting about how they'll be able to have snowball fights with their friends and go sledding and make a snowman.

Ethan doesn't even realize he's putting his shoes on because he's too enraptured in what Benny's saying to him; one shoe goes on after the other, his attention solely and completely on the taller boy next to him.

"Rory might be the vampire ninja," Benny's telling him, making a fist. "But this year, Ethan! This is the year that I finally hit him square in his stupid little face."

Laughing, Ethan lets Benny take his hand and pull him out into the kitchen, where Samantha is sitting at the breakfast bar, drinking some hot tea and reading a book. She looks up when they enter, clad in shoes but no coats, holding hands, and raises an eyebrow.

"Benny, where are you taking Ethan now that you've completely distracted him with your humor and good looks?"

Ethan's eyebrows crinkle, and when he turns to look at Benny, it clicks.

That bastard-

"We're going outside to watch the snow!" he chirps, and Ethan makes a confused noise just as Benny pulls him all the way out the door, Samantha smiling sympathetically at him as he goes.

The cold air hits him like a punch in the gut, and Ethan sucks in a chilled breath as soon as the door swings shut behind them. Benny is as warm as a fire, and feeling the frost sinking into his bones, Ethan moves closer to him, fingers tightening in his.

He makes the mistake of looking as he does this, because his breath gets caught in his throat at the sight of Benny in the murky lighting. The moon's not out, but the wane street lights and scattered Christmas decorations light up his face, anyways, and Ethan forgets sometimes just how fucking beautiful Benny is. The lights create shadows in the crevices of his face, lurking underneath his eyes and in his dimples, and Ethan's knees feel like Jello just from looking at him.

"It's beautiful out," Benny whispers to him.

"Yeah, you are." Ethan says mindlessly, hopelessly smitten, and Benny's dimples turn into miniature craters when he smiles even wider.

He looks down at Ethan, looking warm and amused and so in love that it makes Ethan forget all about how goddamn cold it is outside.

"I was talking about the snow, you cheeseball." Benny chuckles, and his other hand comes up to rest against Ethan's cheek, fingers fanning out against his cold-flushed skin and knuckles skimming his jaw. "But you're more beautiful."

Ethan's lip twitches in the corner. "And you call me the cheesy one."

Benny laughs outright, quiet but enough to seem out of place in the arctic exterior of the December night, and Ethan thinks that it suits him; Benny's always been beautifully outside of the box.

"I can't feel my hands," he admits, and keeps right on staring up into Benny's stupidly perfect doe eyes that remind him of chocolate and everything wonderful in the world.

Benny huffs out another weak laugh, and taking both of Ethan's hands in his, brings them to his mouth and places a kiss on the knuckles.

"Just look at the snow," he insists, again in a whisper. "And then we can go inside."

Ethan looks up, and doesn't even mind when the snow begins sticking to his eyelashes because his backyard is beginning to look like Wonderland.

Snow is starting to stick to everything: the trees, the ceramic flower pots, the deck- everything, and it makes the backyard look absolutely stunning in the light.

"God, you're right," Ethan tells Benny, lips blooming into a full-out grin. He turns to look back at Benny, and the kid's got snow in his eyelashes and hair, too. He looks surreal, like a marble statue or a member of the fey with sharp bones and wicked eyes. "It's absolutely beautiful."

Benny's breath stutters against his cheeks, and without warning, scoops Ethan in close for a kiss. Ethan doesn't expect it, but he's delighted anyways, and sinks into Benny's hold to kiss him back.

The stand like this for a few moments, kissing and thanking everything and everyone that they've got each other, letting the snow fall and accumulate on their hair and the yard.

When they separate, the air between them hangs like fog, and Benny grins blissfully.

"Christmas is gonna rock this year, dude."

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A/N: YES, THAT WAS SHORT. OH MY GOD IT WAS MILDLY TERRIBLE. BUT I'M TIRED, I SAW MY DAD TODAY SO I'M A LITTLE STRESSED, AND I HAVE ALGEBRA HOMEWORK TO DO BC I'M A DUMBASS. BUT TOMORROW SHOULD GO BETTER BECAUSE I'M MEGA EXCITED TO WRITE IT AND IT INCLUDES ALL FIVE OF THESE IDIOTS IN IT.

So, answer me this question: Do you guys even like the snow? Do you get it where you live?

Personally, I am in love with snow because I'm a winter person and I love the cold and it gives me an excuse to stay inside and vegetate under the covers with my kitty slippers and fluffy pj pants. I also live in the cluster of American states that border Canada, so we get a shitload of snow that doesn't melt until mid March!1! YAY.

But anyways, I hope this wasn't too bad, and you'll stay tuned for the next one:D

Tomorrow's theme: Snowman