“Don’t think about it.” He said, and then yawned a little bit, “It’s a bit chilly, do you think we could finally go inside?”
“It’s so beautiful outside though.” I sighed, for him to get up, then pull me back to my feet, and walk us back to the home of our friend that was having a party that we both decided to ditch for a bit in order to gaze at the night sky. I had been surprised that no one else joined us.
“How were the stars?” Cheryl asked as we came back in through the sliding door, no one seeming to even be on the porch anymore.
“Cold.” Chad stated, “Lark was freezing, so she was rubbing against me the entire time.”
“I was not. And I wasn’t even cold.” I huffed, and Cheryl grabbed my hand before complaining that it was freezing cold, and scolded me for trying to tough it out so long.
“It’s going to snow tomorrow.” Chad mused, as he looked back outside, and we started to strip ourselves of our heavy coats.
“I wonder if we’ll still be able to see the moon.” I muttered, looking back towards the moon, feeling it call towards me. Neither seemed to recognize me saying anything, and we went back to where the party was going on, at one point being passed a drink, and then another after that one was finished.
We woke up the next morning, some people hung over, a bit of a mess, some bodily fluids outside of the body that would have to be cleaned up one way or another, and unfortunately no where near a bathroom.
After everyone was fed breakfast, Cheryl and I were on check-up duty, making sure people who were leaving were in a good state of mind, and anyone driving was sober, with next to no alcohol left in their systems. We were left to take care of anyone not fit to leave, as well as to clean up the mess that was left.
As the day ended, more individuals leaving, it was eventually just Chad, Cheryl and me left, lying on the now-clean floor, watching the fan blades swirl around above us. After a while, my eyelids grew heavy, and I found myself drifting into sleep, but was consciously awake enough to feel a warm hand envelope mine, and hear as Cheryl’s parents came home, and comment on how well we cleaned up, as it didn’t look like there was a party. Her father mentioned that you can’t see anything but the snow tonight, hearing that, I curled into myself and moved my hand away from the hand that held mine.
“It’s going to be really clear in the morning.” He mentioned, as though that was supposed to help. I’m not sure how he thought it would be helpful. I cared about the moon.
Morning came, and the sun was out as he said, the snow in just a little layer over everything outside, which Chad and I had to trek in different ways to get to our cars to leave in our separate directions.
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