Sumary~ childhood friends that have grown apart reconnect during a snowball fight
Word Count - 973
Your street has always been a really close community, throughout the summer there used to always be someone having a barbeque, a block party or even a pool party, there was rarely a spare weekend. You were friends with all the kids on the block too, most of you were around the same age so making friends was a lot easier; but as you all grew up you also grew apart, life being taken over by new friends, dating and most importantly High School, sure you share a bus but having been given remarkably similar upbringings you all use that to do your homework.
For the past month you’ve noticed the block kids around a lot more, part of you actually wishes that you’d never grown apart. You were always closest to the boy who lives across the street, Calum, and he still hangs around with some of the other boys Michael, Luke and Ashton but you remember the moment you knew things had changed between you, when a week or two after the first day of High School you knocked on his door to hang out and he had a girl from your History class over.
It’s your senior year now, all of you are planning on graduating and going off to college soon spending all of your time getting your GPA up so naturally you’ve had no time to hang out with friends. Then, one morning at the beginning of December, after a night of snow, a miracle happens, your parents get the alert and school is cancelled. The idea of staying in the warm while the world outside freezes gives you a joy you didn’t expect and with that you throw on sweatpants and make a hot chocolate.
A little later you hear a knock at your door. You’re not expeting anyone so you’re cautious to go and answer it Opening the door you see, clad in a puffy coat, wooly hat and gloves that render hands immobile; Calum Hood.
“Hey, we uh, got the kids on the block together again, the Snow war revival has begun,” he chuckles.
You’re more surprised that he remembered to come and get you at this point but you nod, “Hold on, I’ll grab my coat”
You spend five minutes padding up with all of your winter gear and before you know it you’re out your front door you see your old gang all waiting with snowballs in hand. You’d forgotten about the snowball war; the last time you’d had a day off of school for weather you were 8 and all of the kids your age got together and had a day long snowball fight in the road – now it’s time for vengeance.
“Fire,” someone yells.
Instinctively you duck, running for your life as snowballs hit the wall behind you. The snow ploughs have left mound of snow at the roads edge and naturally you split into two teams at either side. You have Calum right next to you and a constant spitfire of snow being pummelled over the road. You take the job of making the snowball supply.
“Quick, hand me another,” Calum grins holding out a hand but doesn’t look at you.
“Y’know,” you look above your head. “I think they’ve given up”
You stand to look over and see they’re all hidden.
“Told you,” you reply. “They might have given up”
“I don’t think they have,” he hums standing too.
“Whatever you say”
It’s sudden but you watch Calum’s face fall into shock as he dives toward you knocking you into a fresh snow pile on the ground as 5 or 6 snowballs hit Calum and fly over your head.
“Told you,” he smiles a little out of breath from the hits.
“I guess you did,” you smile looking into his eyes.
He’s on top of you, though it’s not exactly uncomfortable, in fact he’s keeping you warm. But this is the closest that you’ve been since you were 14. You feel at ease, so much so that you hardly notice that he’s closing in, and when your lips are about to touch you fall victim to a sudden ambush of snowballs that freeze you both to the core. They all laugh as you stand and shake yourselves off and shiver.
“Oh god, it’s all down my back, I need to go inside,” you shudder.
“Uh yeah, l-lets go,” Calu shivers too.
You let him follow you to your house, accompanied by a host of whistling but once the door is off you both kick of all the snow protection.
“I could just warm up a second before I go home,” he shakes
“No- you should stay,” you try not to sound eager.
He smiles, before you know it you’re both thawing on the sofa chatting about how close you used to be.
“You know, I remember stopping by your place one day and you were with a girl from my History class, I kind of figured I’d been replaced,” you admit.
“Really? I always wondered what happened”
“I guess I was right?” you decide to continue.
“No, how would I replace my neighbour, we were working on a project,” he defends.
You go silent but you smile to yourself avoiding eye contact.
“Why didn’t you want me to replace you?” he enquires
You shrug, “Nothing”
“There has to be something,” he furrows his brow
You shake your head.
There’s another small silence as you look away again but quickly you feel his hand on your face puling your head round to the long awaited kiss that lingers in the air, even after it’s over
“Sorry I’ve wanted to do that for a while, so I took the chance”
You take a breath, blushing like crazy, “I guess there was a reason I didn’t want to be replaced”
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