I Hear You

13- Snow Prince

<Matthew Erwin>

I watched Lewis lick the ice cream off my hand as I held out the spoon. I felt a shiver roll down my spine. His eyes stared into mine as he watched my face flutter into a tomato red. His eyebrows were furrowed flirtily, obviously knowing what he was doing.

I couldn't comprehend what was going out, but if I had a knife, I could cut the sexual tension between us. What is he trying to do? Abort! Abort! I'm straight!

He hastily removed himself close from my body and turned shy, "I'm sorry Matthew, you were getting messy," Lewis said guiltily.

I nodded slowly, realizing that I made him feel bad. Why do I make people so uncomfortable? What is wrong with me?

"Uh, it's fine, thank you for thinking about me," I responded while waving my hands, trying to ease his guilt.

"Oh, I am such an idiot. Why do I have to be so daring?"

I blinked hard when I heard Lewis' thoughts. I made him feel bad! What do I do? How do I fix this? I usually don't make guys feel bad, it's usually the women.

I remember this one time when I asked this girl named Sophia to prom. The problem was that she was sort of petty and a compliment-fisher. Anyway, before we walked into the school, she asked me if she was pretty and I said, 'I think you look beautiful.' Her face crumpled into anger. She was furious with how I phrased it. She told me that it's supposed to be a statement, not a thought.

I turned flustered, "oh, you're not an idiot. I think it's charming that you care about others!" I tried to praise him instead of making him feel guilty.

He blushed, "you think I'm charming?"

"Oh, that didn't come out right, uh-well, charming as in polite-

"It's okay Matthew, I understand what you mean," he cut me off, placing his hand on my shoulder. His soft smirk convinced me that he didn't want to know what I intended. I decided to let it go.

***

We continued to journey around the park, shivering to the cold, realizing we were in our clothes from yesterday, without coats. I pulled out my phone and checked the weather. It was twenty-nine degrees Fahrenheit, it made sense to why we were shivering. Anything we said to each other our dialogue was shaky and the fog smoked out of our mouths.

Before we knew it, I noticed white powder on top of Lewis' hair. It gave his hair a Winter Wonderland vibe. It was like he was some kind of snow prince that protected his people. Maybe he was the general of the snow army, a strong and fiery infantry! They could use snowballs and condensed ice as weapons and make traps by pouring water onto the snow, causing it to be slick. 

The soldiers could wear snow cleats and heavy coats and thick pants that's apart of their uniform. Instead of using tanks, they could gather snow onto a trebuchet and catapult it towards the enemy's troops. The snow kingdom would thrive at military strength compared to the other kingdoms.

I...got carried away. I also think Lewis could hear me too since he was grinning at me the whole time I fantasized. 

"It's freezing, why did we get frozen yogurt?" Lewis snickered at his own question. I nervously laughed, agreeing with him.

"It was your idea," I pointed out, jokingly blaming onto him.

"Maybe we should have got hot cocoa instead," he rubbed his arms quickly, trying to keep himself warm.

"If you want, we could go to my place and keep shelter before the snow gets heavy," I offered.

Lewis' eyes lit up, beaming at me. It was like he was determined for something. Could he just enjoy visiting others' houses? Maybe the comic company he works at has him draw backgrounds. Maybe he's just trying to take some references. That makes sense!

***

After several frustrating minutes of trying to call a taxi to take me home, we finally found one that was willing to drive us to my apartment.

Once we got there, Lewis looked straight up.

"Wow, it just keeps going," he said, astounded. I looked straight up and realized that he was right. I never really noticed how tall my building was. Wow, it's been a year since I've lived here and never took an account over things. 

Lewis opened the door for me and followed me into the lobby. The lobby wasn't too special. It had walls, a ceiling, and a floor. That was about it. Lewis seemed to lose interest quickly.

I showed him to the staircase, mentioning that the elevator is always out of order due to a lazy tenant. I have to climb seventeen flights of stairs, so at least I get my cardio.

I pulled out my key from my pocket and unlocked the door, revealing my dim lighted apartment.

Lewis smiled, looking around. "You put up Christmas decorations?" He noticed that I had a Christmas tree, festive rugs and mats, and some tinsel wrapped around support beams.

"Oh, yeah, my mom helps me put them up every year," I admitted, "I try to get into the festive mood." I grabbed the matchbox and flicked a match to ignite the fireplace. After a few flicks, furnace finally inflamed.

"Wow, romantic."

I heard Lewis' thought and it made me nervous.

"Ah, I can blow it out! I just figured to start a fire since there's a blizzard coming," I defended myself.

Lewis shook his head, acknowledging my reply. He gazed outside the window, "there's really going to be a blizzard?"

"Seven inches or so," I estimated.

Lewis snorted.

"What?"

He snickered with a goofy expression, "nothing! You wouldn't get it. So do you have any wine?"

I squinted, "we're nineteen. I do have some Sparkling water though."

He nodded his head, "I'll take some of that then," he turned his focus towards the fireplace. He rested his eyes, watching the passionate flame dance from the embers. He slowly sat on the couch, saying nothing nor thinking.

"Thanks for letting me inside," he murmured from the couch, "you're so kind."

I felt my heart flutter as I sat down the bottle of sparkling water, "thank you."

***A/N***

BACK AT IT AGAIN WITH ANOTHER CHAPTER FROM THE PREVIOUS WEEK. It's heating up, and getting romantic! And this author's note is killing the mood! Whoop! Whoop!

Have a fabulous weekend, thanks for reading!

-MissyKZV