Gently he lay his forehead against the glass, hands in pockets, as he stood by the window.
Outside snow floated and settled as a white blanket on the ground. His eyes took in a familiar scene. Two boys, and a girl were racing and laughing as they collided with one another. The girl ran to get away but the dark haired boy was too quick, grabbing her arm and twirling her until they both collapsed in a dizzy giggling heap. The other boy laughed at their antics and threw handfuls of snow upon the unsuspecting pair. Once again they ran from each other screeching trying unsuccessfully to avoid the hard wet balls that flew from all directions. The laughing stopped as they realised there were more snowballs than their own in this fight. As he looked on from the comfort of his home, he could see the instinctive huddle as the friends sought protection from the intruders. The dark haired boy stepped forward as did his flaxen haired counterpart. Even from this distance he could see the sneer as the white headed bully pointed and sent taunts at the girl. The dark haired boy raised his arm as his red headed friend made to step around him. The scene was tense. The girl looked as though she wanted to run, run far from the taunting boy and cry. But he could see her straightened back and hardened face replace the emotion that held it previously.
The cold grey eyes of her bully showed his disbelief. Obviously disturbed by the lack of reaction, he tried to win his points elsewhere, but the red haired boy followed her lead and said nothing. It was a curious scene to behold, not satisfied the bully aimed and found his target in the boy before him. The dark haired boy dropped his head, seemingly defeated. A great power built around him as he clenched his fists ready to strike, a strike, which never came. For it was the girl who sliced the thick thread of tension, from his position on the ground the flaxen haired boy gingerly touched his bleeding lip. Warily watching his attacker, he lost his footing several times as he tried to scramble away. His thug friends close behind.
From the window he saw the dark haired boy suddenly disappear, his friends looking desperately about them. The red haired boy made to go one way, but the girl grabbed his arm and led him in another direction. Looking on he saw them stop suddenly the red haired boy looked doubtful and wouldn't move. The girl's eyes pleaded but he shook his head. She turned to continue walking, the boy looked as though he wanted her stop. The word no cleared formed on her lips. He watched on as the girl took tentative steps towards a lone rock, her arm reaching before her and in what seemed an age she lowered her arm as though a magician, revealing the dark haired boy huddled and crying on the rock. The girl moved closer.
The snow fell harder clouding the scene before him. A familiar warmth encompassed him, as soft brown hair brushed against his neck. He could feel her sweet wispy breath on his jaw line as the words "penny for your thoughts" broke the spell.