11. Angels
Chris stepped out onto the untouched snow; Gordie followed him. When the reached the foot of the tree, Chris threw himself on the ground and stared at the sky.
"The fuck are you doing, Chambers?"
"Making a motherfucking snow angel, what do you think I'm doing?" Gordie rolled his eyes in disbelief. Chris grinned. "Oh, c'mon Lachance, live a little. Snow doesn't last forever." He moved his limbs around in the snow.
"You're gonna catch hypothermia and freeze to death," Gordie warned.
"Good, at least I'll die happy. Unlike you, being all serious stuff and serious words; you're so serious you'll probably be a lawyer some day," Chris predicted.
"Fine, fine, I'll make a fucking snow angel." Gordie flopped down beside his best friend. "Goddammit, I got snow down my coat."
"Shut the fuck up, Lachance; you're disturbing the peace."