I’ve lived in the state my entire life, but that doesn’t mean I’ll exempt myself for complaining about the winter months.
Gina on the other hand?
“Snow is on its way. I can feel it.”
There’s a huge grin on her face as she’s smiling blissfully with her head back, the wind gently sending strands of her red hair around her.
Reginalovesthe snow, she always has.
The only thing I like about it is how stark it stands out against a good clear night sky.
We head toward the centre of town, rush-hour traffic now easing as it gets later into the evening. I grind to a halt as I stare at Regina.
“We don’t have a spare car?”
She took the rental back, and we didn’t bring another for the way here. She turns to me, lips pressed into a thin line.
“Yeah, didn’t think about that. I guess we’ll need to catch a bus.”
Oh fuck no, that will take hours.
“We’ll still have time to get a train. I know you like the scenic route, but I like the logistic.”
I pull out my phone, searching the website for times and tickets available.
“There’s one in thirty minutes.” I tuck it back into my pocket, Regina checking hers for the time. “We’ll need to run.”
I pick up the pace, then hear Regina groaning from behind me. “Oh, fuck off with that, Indie. You shouldn’t even enjoy running with those damn short legs.”
Turning to see her lip curled, I know exactly how to get her enjoying some cardio. It’s the only thing that’s worked our entire lives.
I jog back to slap her shoulder, shouting into the street, “Tag, you’re it!” and the entire street echoes with the screeches of our laughter.
5
Indie
Dark Horse - Katy Perry, Juicy J
“Gooooodmorning,sunshine!”
I groan as the unnecessary high-pitched voice wrenches me from my slumber, grating through me like nails on a chalkboard.
Blinding white light bleeds into my bedroom as Regina whips open my curtains.
“You know, my gun is only an arm’s length away. And it’s loaded.” I unwillingly force one eye open, watching my best friend act like a fairy godmother as she rearranges my bedroom, picking up clothes and folding them back into the drawers.
I love Regina to death, would give my life for hers.
But Jesus fuck.
She’s so energised this morning. I don’t know what the hell she’s ingested.
Then it hits me.
“Is it?”
“You bet your sweet ass it is.” She throws a winter jacket over my head whilst leaving my bedroom. “Come on, Morticia. Let’s go make a snowman.”
