Here's day twenty five, woo hoo! I'm sorry it's kind of later in the day than when I usually post things, but oh well. It's up and I'm satisfied (to an extent, lol).
beginning. accusation. restless. snowflake. haze. flame. formal. companion. move. silver. prepared. knowledge. denial. wind. order. thanks. look. summer. transformation. tremble. sunset. mad. thousand. outside. winter. diamond. letters. promise. simple. future.
And, haha, I know I've already written a winter one shot. But I guess that's just the way the cookie crumbles, haha.
I hope you all enjoy this, and once again, thank you for everything. I appreciate everything that happens :)
"Remember when you took me on that carriage ride?" Kendall smiles fondly at the memory, and I nod, gazing into his impossible green eyes.
"Yes, but then again that was only a few months ago, Kendall." I roll my eyes and remember the moment myself, the day I truly thought of Kendall as 'The One'.
It was so perfect, so spontaneous, and me asking James to book us for a ride was possibly the greatest plan I could ever concoct.
The snow was falling pretty soundly, and Kendall had on the loveliest face one could ever imagine, and I was glad to be sharing it with him.
"Technically, it was like, half a year ago. Almost. At least, I think. You know, Christmas is in like four days? Have you even noticed the weather changed?"
He breaks me out of my thoughts and I smirk, poking his cheek. "Yes, I remember. You might like your gift, baby."
"What, did you get us another horse drawn carriage?" His face lights up and I scoff, shaking my head.
"No, because do you even know how expensive that shit is?"
"Not really that expensive?"
"Hey, it's snowing more than what is was, let's go make snow angels."
"Logan Mitchell is asking me to make snow angels with him? What is this opportunity? Will it ever come again?"
I stand, grabbing my coat and gloves from the hook. "Not if you're gonna be a jerk about it."
"Hey," he jumps up, and almost as if a lightbulb appears above his head, he shares a wickedly evil smile with me. "Don't forget the earmuffs your mom gave you at Thanksgiving, you know, the ones with the super cool polar bears on them? Your ears might get cold."
Oh, he is evil.
"No, that's okay, really."
"You sure? Or am I going to have to call your mom to tell her that her little Logiebear got frostbite and his lovely ears fell off?"
"You think I have lovely ears?"
"Stick to the plan, Mitchell. Stick to the plan."
"Fine, give them to me."
Yet the second we walk outside, the sun is out and it's surprising warm.
Huh.
I glare at Kendall and he just shrugs, leaning over and tipping one of the blaringly red earmuffs back.
"That's the magic of believing me, Logan."
And I have no idea what he means, but I'm sure my face is as red as those damn earmuffs.