December 24th 2012.

Even though it’s only December, it still feels like the end of July. Warm days welcomed by sleepless nights and summer thoughts melting my heart. 11.30 couldn’t come any faster; but you see - in a city like Westfield that never sleeps, trying to hide amongst shadows almost always ruins chance. The street lights flickering across the strip remind me of my trips to Vegas - a place where lies and broken promises run the town; yet the gentle fall of snow over the past few days has left me with rosey cheeks and pockets full of questions. Who, what, where, why, how? I feel like I’ve been waiting a lifetime for the answers, a lifetime for no more secrets, a lifetime for..

“Autumn.. open up?”

Scooting over across my bed to the bedroom window, I pushed the latch up, freeing the glass pane and letting the boy who sat on the other side in. Hair covered with snowflakes and lips turned ice-blue to match his eyes, I couldn’t help but feel butterflies. A lost cause.

“You’re late”, I informed him crossing my arms. The small smile which sprung from the corners of my mouth only lasted momentarily. His hands found their way to my hips and his touch sent chills down my spine. I shut my eyes, taking in the moment.
“You’ve never cared before”, he muttered quietly into my ear.
“Well tonight I do.”
“What’s with tonight?”
“Because Louis, it’s Christmas.”
“And what does..”, he dragged out each world politely, “that mean for me?”
“For you?”
“Okay; for us?”
“Wouldn’t you like to know…”

Notes

Let me know if you'd be interested in reading further. I'm trying to scatter ideas around and play with them. A co-author would also be awesome.