... Two chapters in the same half hour. At three am, no less. I am /such/ a procrastinator.
Story 2: train, snow, bridge (over water) and cell phones.
Also, feel free to give me random things to put into stories! c:
Once upon a time, there was a boy, named Xue, and another boy, named Ice. They met one winter night in a busy city, waiting for a train at the same stop, and since it was so late at night, they were the only ones waiting, too. One of them, neither of them could remember later, started a conversation, and it continued, as the train came and they got on, and as the lights and the whirling snow and the darkness outside the windows flashed by and the train sped on through the night, they kept talking, of life, of love, of where they had been and were going, of their goals, of their successes and failures, and kept talking, until Ice realized that he had to get off at the next stop, which happened to be a bridge. ...Over water.
Xue looked at him with something akin to panic, as the quiet and the timeless motion of the empty train car had created a little world for them both, where time could stop and they could just keep talking, and be together, forever and ever, and forget about the cold darkness of the outside world. Ice linked their fingers together and smiled at him, then held up his phone.
In the few minutes that they had left, they swapped numbers, then as Ice was getting out, Xue grabbed his sleeve. "...In a year," he began, then swallowed. "...In one year, will you meet me here, same day, same time?" Ice had enough time to give him a nod, before the doors closed between them.
Over the next year, they texted each other occassionally, but as they both were busy, and lived completely different lives in completely different places, these moments, though happy and encouraging, were few and far between, though neither of them forgot their promise.
On the day, Xue showed up at the station, and sat down on a bench, nearly identical to the one where he had met Ice, a year ago, to wait. The seconds, minutes, then hours ticked by, and though his calls and texts went unanswered, still he waited, until the stationmaster announced that they were closing soon, and Xue stood up to go, but was interrupted by a familiar voice, yelling at him to stop.
He turned to see Ice running towards him from the station door, and stood there for a while, rather stunned, and managed to get out "Ice-" before being nearly tackled by the other boy.
"I''-" Xue shut him up with a light, quick kiss, then blushed, looking away, at his own audacity, though he didn't pull away from the embrace. He didn't even /know/ if the other was straight, or liked him, or anything... but all the waiting in the cold, all the worry, disappeared as soon as he first heard the other call out.
"...It's fine," he answered quietly, and would have said more, if Ice hadn't chosen that particular moment to reach up and kiss him. This, too, ended quickly, and he stared at the boy in his arms, who he'd known for exactly an hour and around fifteen texts, who he felt he barely knew and yet knew everything about at the same time. "...Ice?" The shorter boy gave him a small smile.
It began to snow, cold, frozen flakes drifting down around them, landing on their hair and eyelashes and clothes, but they ignored it, Ice and Xue, and walked, gloved hand in gloved hand, towards the station exit, and at the door, Xue stopped to hold the door open and kiss the snowflakes off of Ice's eyelashes, and closed the door quietly behind them, as the last train of the night rumbled into the station and slid to a stop.
Drabble Three, end. I liked how this one turned out. o3o It was insanely sappy, but... cute, I think. Though, that may be just me... Fff. I should really stop procrastinating. *Finishes work and goes to bed now!*
Ani~
