Mentally preparing myself for winter. Already wearing my comfy jacket. :D

Disclaimers: Kingdom Hearts is in no way mine.


Snow Day

The girl glances at him shyly, her dark violet eyes filling with some unknown emotion. The boy's face turns a bright scarlet, his gaze dropping down to the envelope she was holding in her hand. She delicately reaches forward, pressing the paper into his fingers and folds them over it. Briefly, she closes her eyes and she begins to speak. "I'm sorry... but... I don't... feel the same way..." She murmurs and the boy notices that the handwriting on the envelope was his own.

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOO! Dammit!" Sora shouts loudly, making Riku jump about ten feet from where he had been reading a book on the couch. The startled Keyblade Master stares at Sora as the younger boy shoves his hand into the popcorn bowl, scoops up about half of the remaining kernels, and shovels them into his mouth.

"What happened...?" Riku demands, turning his gaze onto the screen to figure what the heck had happened between the two main characters that had freaked Sora out so bad.

Sora sniffles as tears dribble down his face, speaking as the two characters onscreen walked away from each other for what was probably the last time they would ever meet. "Momo... and... Haichi... they're destined for each other, man! What the heck's wrong with this show?!" Sora cries out with a mouthful of popcorn, making about every third word he said garbled and unintelligible.

Unless you spoke Sora, and only about three people in all of the worlds knew how to do that.

Riku sighs, picks up his book, looks out into the snow-covered dunes outside, and groans. "We've got cabin fever," He mutters to himself, glaring at his friend as he reached for the remote and clicked the TV off. Sora immediately lets out another wail, this time for being cut off from his precious soap opera. "And you especially!" He snaps as Sora settles back onto the messy couch, pouting as he swallowed his popcorn.

"It's not my fault we're stuck inside." Sora mutters in an obvious pout, folding his arms across his chest as he glares at the television. The screen remains blank but from the serious way he kept staring at it, he was trying to turn it back on with his mind. And he was failing.

Riku throws the remote across the room, slamming his book shut. "Sora, it's your fault. You were the one who said 'Oh, let's find out who can throw the biggest ice attack the highest in the air. It'll be fun!' This is completely your fault!" He snarls, pointing a finger angrily at the falling snow outside of the house. Sora glances out the window, pausing for a moment before shoving another handful of popcorn in his mouth.

"You're the one who said you could throw a bigger one."

Riku rolls his eyes, slamming his hands into his forehead. "How much longer until the snow plows come?" He demands in frustration. He jabs a finger outside. "I mean, the snow's barely to the top of the windowsill! I'm sure we should be able to go outside soon!"

Sora looks out the window, watches as the snow piles up past the window and then up towards the roof. After thinking for a moment, he finally has his answer. "Er… I'd say another hour?" He says with a shrug.

Riku rolls his eyes and goes back to reading.

Sora doesn't have the heart to tell Riku that they were on the second floor.