Note: I've been having a lot of trouble uploading this so I'm real sorry for the inconvenience.

Hey guys. (I know, I shouldn't be typing this, I should be typing my story Numb cuz it's due today, but I'll do that later) Anyway, I got this idea while reading a book for school called The Face On The Milk Carton. Yeah…it's a boring book. Anyway, here ya goez.

It's raining, it's pouring, and everyone had their umbrella out.

Except Trinity.

All the girls have their pretty decorated umbrellas out, avoiding the puddles, hurrying up to get inside and out the damp, cold day.

Trinity Casil, however, is taking her time. Dressed in nary a raincoat, nor rubber boots, she splashes through every puddle, no matter how small, as if she were eight-years-old. Sure, the other students walking to school are staring, but she doesn't care.

And she continues to splash, until she turns her head to the right, and standing there, looking up at her, was Xavier Diablo. And he was staring at her as if she just cried wolf. And Trinity gives him a wink, then continues to splash.

It was almost a month after Trinity and Xavier's first kiss, which was now referred to as an "accident". But they both knew it wasn't.

Their friendship was only a small thing in the universe, but a huge thing to them. They occasionally sat with each other at lunch, which of course angered Trinity's other friends, especially Naomi. But that didn't matter.

Nothing mattered.

Don't you hate how you think the snow's all over and spring is finally coming? Then you get a whole plop of it the next week?

I was outside shoveling snow. Again.

I just couldn't wait until spring.

I looked up and saw a familiar face across the street.

"Hey, Xavier," I called.

He turned. I held out a shovel. "You owe me."

Even from across the street, I could he was rolling his eyes. He eventually gave up and came to help.

Taking a shovel he said, "You know, considering you took my sketchbook, I think you're the one who owes me."

"But you're a nice enough person to help anyway," I said with a puppy-dog-face.

He gave a short laugh. "You're so lucky I can't say no to a person like you."

I grinned. "It's a gift."

We started shoveling and talking. We had usual conversations about how stuck up Amanda's posse was, but this time we talked about something different. Our families.

"So who put you on shoveling duty?" Xavier asked.

"My dad," I replied. "He says he's not feeling well, but I think it's just an excuse to get me to shovel for him."

"What about your mom?"

I paused, looking at the snow.

Every flake is different…

"My mom left when I was a baby," I said, glumly. "I haven't seen her since."

"Oh…" he replied. "Well, if it makes you feel any better, my mom left me on my dad's doorstep when I was a newborn."

I looked up at his face. I really wasn't expecting that.

Every flake is different…but some are similar.

"So you live with just your dad too?" I asked.

He let a small smile reach his lips. "And I thought opposites attracted."

"Any brothers or sisters?" I asked.

"Nope," he replied. "Just Me, Myself, and I."

"Same here-" I stopped short when I tripped and fell into the snow.

"Trinity," he said, peering over me. "Are you okay?"

I blew the snow out of my face. "Just peachy."

He stuck out a hand to help me up. I stared at it, then ended up pulling him into the snow.

We laughed and rolled around and we were the most childlike teenagers ever. That is, until we met, face-to-face. I stared into his eyes, trying to determine what colour they were, and he stared into mine.

And suddenly, something happened, and the next thing I knew, I was kissing him. And we rolled until he was atop me.

It was one of the most magical things I ever felt. My stomach jumped into my throat when we finally pulled apart, and I couldn't tell if it meant "Get him off of me!" or "Do it again!".

I finally decided on the second one and went for another kiss. And every second was the most amazing one of my life and I thought I'd never let go.

That is, until we heard a voice.

"Xavier?"

He turned to look over.

"Dad?"

Oh, crap.

YEEEEEEE-HAWWW!

Okay, rights for that kiss scene kind of go to Caroline B. Cooney, except in her book, it was fall and the two characters are in the leaves…and Trinity and Xavier don't turn out to be brother and sister. Yeah…I really don't like that book.

Alright, please review even though it's short as…something really short.

Fez's Are STILL Cool!

~Nikki-senpi

(PS: My brother just read this over my shoulder, lol. He was all, "What the hell are you writing?")