Lights and Flurries

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Young Adult  |  House: Booksie Classic

Katie and Ryan, two best friends, go on an adventure in the cold night.

December 15, 2011 9:23: hey katie what’s up?

December 15, 2011 9:25: hey ryan haha i’m creepily watching my neighbors put up their xmas lights

December 15, 2011 9:26: haha don’t let them see you. you wouldn’t want to get fined for stalking or anything.

December 15, 2011 9:27: don’t worry they can’t see me

December 15, 2011 9:29: what’s with your obsession with xmas lights anyway?

December 15, 2011 9:30: i’m not obsessed!

December 15, 2011 9:30:  oh yes you are

December 15, 2011 9:31: ok fine. idk i just really like them. when i was little i used to drive around with my older brothers at night to look at the lights

December 15, 2011 9:32:  haha i’m surprised you don’t still do that

December 15, 2011 9:34: well i would if my brothers where home, but they decided to grow up. you know how they are

December 15, 2011 9:35: let’s go i think it sounds fun

December 15, 2011 9:35: now?

December 15, 2011 9:37: yeah why not

December 15, 2011 9:39: ok but my car is still in the shop, so you’ll have to come pick me up

December 15, 2011 9:41: you betcha. i’ll be at your house in 10

December 15, 2011 9:42: alrighty just let me know when you’re here

December 15, 2011 9:50: ok i’m pulling up now


“Hey Katie, you ready?” Ryan says as Katie opens the door to let him it. “Yeah let me just get my jacket. You can come in for a second.” He steps inside the door and smells the warmth of the freshly baked cookies in Katie’s kitchen. Assuming that he’d want one, Katie yells from the other room, “Don’t worry, I’m bringing the cookies. My parents went up to Boston for the night to visit Aunt Martha. They won’t even miss them.” Ryan smiles inside knowing that he has the cookies and Katie all to himself.

Katie hops into the familiar front seat of her best friend’s car, plate of cookies in hand. As she glides into her seat, she sets the cookies down, clicks her seat belt, and turns up the radio all in one fellow swoop. The middle of “Jingle Bell Rock” blasts throughout the car and Ryan shoots Katie a huge grin and he begins belting the lyrics slightly off-key. “NO! Please, Ryan! Stop singing! For the love of anyone who hasn’t heard you sing this song!” Katie giggle-shrieks and rolls her eyes. “Oh come on. There is only one month every year when I can sing my favorite song without being judged.” “I’m judging you…” “Yeah , you don’t count,” he said. Through she would never outwardly admit it, she loves how excited he gets about this particular Christmas song. Once the song ends, Ryan turns the radio down and asks Katie which way they should start searching for lights. “I don’t know just drive,” she blurts.

After a few minutes of silence, Katie finally spots the first decently-decorated house covered in white lights with large bulbs outlining the entire façade of the house like a gingerbread house outlined in white frosting. “Don’t get too excited, Katie. That’s only the first house we’ve seen,” Ryan says. Katie quickly responds, “Hey. What happened to not judging?” “Alright, alright. Easy girl,” Ryan slips out just before Katie sticks her tongue out at him. “Stuff a cookie in it,” he says, shoving one of her cookies in her mouth. She tries to speak, but she can’t because her mouth is full of cookie. Instead, she grabs two more and stuff them in his mouth. The two end up convolving with laughter as they pass more boring decorations.

Suddenly, Ryan stops the car. “What are you doing? Keep driving!” Katie insists. Ryan looks mesmerized as he says “It’s snowing. Let’s walk.” So he parks the car and they climb out of the car onto the side of the sidewalk-less street. They walk down the street admiring the crisp scented air and the gleaming lights through the fuzziness of the snow.  By now, it is almost 11 pm. They both overwhelmed with built up exhaustion from the past two weeks of school, so neither of the two talk much. Here and there, they exchange a few words, but they’re both just happy to be strolling in the snow that they don’t mind the silence. Katie disappointedly mentions that she left the cookies in the car, but Ryan tells her not to worry for the time being. He then points out the blue tint in her lips and offers her his jacket. “No, really I’m fine. My lips always turn blue in the cold,” she says. “Not that blue!” Ryan teases. “Yeah, well at least my ears don’t look like tomatoes,” she pokes back. “Hey! Don’t forget who has the car!” “Oh yeah…” Katie trails off, though she knows he would never leave her out in the cold. Ryan adds again after walking another block, “You know you look like a poor, shivering puppy.” She responds, “Well it’s not like we’re in Florida. It’s snowing.” “Yeah but I almost feel guilty watching you freeze. Either you can have my jacket or we can go get the car,” he insists. “Well, I don’t want you to freeze either.” “No it’s cool I have on two coats.” “Why the hell do you have on two coats, Ryan?” “I thought it was colder than it really is…” he bashfully admits. “Haha ok fine. I’ll take your jacket.” She thanks him as he wraps it around her.

Eventually, Katie and Ryan come across a neighborhood park. They race to the swings, just as they did when they were five years old. Katie exclaims as she gets there first, “Hah! I beat you! Don’t you dare be a sourpuss about it.” “You got me this time, but don’t be surprised when I mean you the next time around,” Ryan challenges. “Yeah, yeah, yeah. You think you’ll beat me, but you never will.” As they both swing high, giggling along the way, Katie notices a little green sprig taped to the top of the swing set and wonders out loud, “What could possibly possess someone to put mistletoe on a swing set?! It’s not like little kids know what that is.” Before he knew it, Ryan had stopped swinging and found his face very close to Katie’s. They looked each other in the eyes for almost a full minute before Katie quickly gave Ryan a peck on the lips. He leaned in again and gave her a long, passionate kiss, and neither spoke until they pulled up to Katie’s house.

“You can come in for a while, you know. Do you want to watch a movie?” “Well that depends on whether or not you’re going to give me more girl cooties,” he snarked back. “Oh please. Everyone knows boys have cooties. Not girls,” she replied. “That’s a biased opinion. Girls definitely have cooties.” “You wish.” “Fine,” he said, “let’s go watch a movie,” Ryan said and he threw his arm around Katie as they walked up the stairs.

Submitted: November 30, 2011

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ooh getting intimate on swwing set awesome

Wed, November 30th, 2011 2:27am

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