𝔹𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝔹𝕒𝕣𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕣𝕤

𝕤𝕚𝕩𝕥𝕪-𝕗𝕠𝕦𝕣

He drives for hours. I don't even recognize where we are anymore, but I cant stop staring out the window for some kind of sign. White snow coats the world like a blanket.

He pulls into the parking lot of some kind of park. Jumping out of the car, we head to the middle of the area. I'm not sure why Al brought us here. What are we even doing?

I hear a snicker. "Hey, Toni!" Spot yells. Before I get the chance to turn around, a snowball hits me in the lower back.

"Oh. It's. Fucking. On." I smirk, grabbing some snow next to me and chucking it at him. It hits his arm.

While Spot and I are pelting snowballs at each other, I feel a rush of cold down my back. I turn around to see Albert with an amused look on his face. Did he just put snow down my shirt? Fucker. I grab some snow and hit him in the face with it. He wipes it off with a grin before running to tackle Spot, pinning him to the cold ground.

"Asshole!" Spot kicks Al in the nuts and stands up. Now Albert's on the ground.

"I guess that's one perk of being trans." I giggle, which is cut off by another snowball. I'm not sure who threw it, but I throw one at both of them.

And so we're fucking around in the snow for a few hours. Mostly just snowball fights, but I also made a snowman. His name is Todd.

Needless to say, when we got in the car, we were all shivering. But, Albert brought blankets as well, and there's a coffee shop nearby. The blankets only help a little bit, since our clothes are soaked. But I've never had that much fun in the snow before. When I was living with my parents, I wasn't really allowed to go and play in the snow.

Spot and Albert get coffee. I get hot cocoa. They told me I was precious for that. The drinks warm us up in the long car ride home. I'm on the verge of falling asleep, but I pull myself awake every time my eyes start to droop.

Spot gets dropped off at his house since his parents wanted him home. It's sad, but I know damn well we'll be facetiming later. Albert drives me to my house, but gets out of the car with me. 

"May I?" I nod, grabbing his wrist and pulling him into the house. Medda, who's in the kitchen, immediately notices us as we come in.

"Hello you two!" Her eyes drift to our soaked clothes. They didn't dry much when we were in the car. "Do you want a change of clothes? It'll be better than sitting around in cold, wet clothes." It wasn't really a question, cause she goes over to get some clothes. "I think you and Jack wear the same size. I'm sure he won't mind."

I tug on Albert's sleeve. "I still have your hoodie if you want that." He shakes his head.

"That's for you." Al winks as he takes the clothes from Medda. "Thank you so much."

"Don't mention it, honey."

We walk up to my room, and I look through my closet. I pull out some sweatpants and Albert's hoodie. Once I grab the clothes, I give Al a look that says "please turn around." I don't want to change while he's watching. He doesn't seem to understand what I'm asking at first, but a minute later it looks like something clicked in his mind. He covers his eyes and faces the wall.

"Thank you." I say, gently, as I take off my soaked shirt, throwing it to the side.

"Take your binder off."

"Ughhh fiiine." I maneuver myself out of the binder and throw that to the side as well.

"Good. Don't want you hurting yourself."

"But dysphoria is a bitch." I whine, pulling the hoodie over my head.

"I know, Toni. I know."

I pull on the sweatpants. "You can turn around now." And he does.

"My turn." He doesn't even ask me to turn around before slipping off his wet shirt. And I definitely didn't look at his abs. He doesn't seem to notice.

Now that we're in dry clothes, we move to my bed. He rests his head against mine as we watch some random shit on his phone. I can feel my eyes starting to droop again. This time, I don't stop myself. I let myself relax against Albert, gently snoring.