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as soon as the bell rang for their final class to end, the entire class ran out and a specific group got together and were laughing, feeling excited.
" ive been waiting for this! " joel yells, pushing out the doors. " SNOW! "
guy sighs, rubbing his nose. " its not that exciting... " after doing so he crosses his arms and basically attaches himself to thomas, an attempt at trying to get warmer. (hes quite sensitive to the cold...)
" why are you so lame? " goes sonny, catching up with the group. (he had accidentally dropped his glasses.)
" i- im not that lame.. " he hooks his arm around thomas'. he looked like a lost puppy. thomas didn't say anything and only smiled.
" weren't we going to stop at thomas' house? " alan spoke up, walking next to chris. " yes! " thomas answers. " my mom is going to make hot chocolate, too. "
guy-mans blue eyes seem to light up at this. " really? "
joel giggles. " so excited over hot chocolate.. "
thomas brings out his phone to message his mom that his friends are coming over now. " can we go sledding too? " chris suggests.
sonny lights up at that. " that sounds fun! "
" w- we'll just have to see.. " thomas puts his phone away after messaging his mom, and the group continues walking to his home.
sonny starts to wonder-" guy, uh, wouldn't your parents be mad that you're leaving without telling them? "
" they don't give a fuck about what happens to me, so.. i don't bother. " he says. " i mostly stay at thomas' house anyway. "
some time passes and they are at thomas' house. thomas gets his key out and unlocks the door, going in with guy and letting his friends in after. " uh, take your boots off and leave them on the rug here- this floor is hard to clean. "
all of them listen, and took their coats off and ran to thomas' room, while thomas and guy stayed back for a moment. he noticed guy hasn't taken his coat off, and frowns at him. " cold?.. "
" mhm. "
" oh my, your face is a bit red- " he puts his hands on his cheeks in an attempt to make him warmer. " mmn, stop.. " but guy only pushes him away lightly. " sorry.. "
" the hot chocolate should be ready soon, " he looks to his mom and smiles at the sight of dinner being made and a bunch of sweets for his friends. " come on.. im cold. " guy tugs his coat off and hangs it up, having to stand on the tips of his toes to even reach the coat rack. it was quite funny, how short he was. and cute.
he goes back over to guy and lets him follow thomas to his room, where he can hear everyone messing around. " they better not be fucking with anything i swear-..joel. "
" ooohhhh... hi thomas. "
" thats rare and signed put that down. "
joel rushes to put it back where it was. " sorry thomas... "
" and no smoking in my room either. you too, guy-man... "
sonny groans and sat down on the beanbag in the corner of his room. " seriously? "
" mom doesn't like the smell. she'd hate if it's doubled, guy already smokes enough. and.. don't swear when she comes in here. "
" right, right. "
" so.. you guys wanna watch a movie before we go back outside? "
joel perks back up. " HELL YEAH! "
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soon enough they were back outside, running around in the snow and laughing. chris and alan were making snow-angels, joel and sonny were having a snowball fight, and thomas and guy were making a snowman. they weren't really all for the chaos. (well, guy kind of, if provoked. there was one time last winter joel threw a snowball at him and he made a bigger one and chucked it at joel.)
" not enough snow there, "
" goodness, you're such a perfectionist... " thomas pokes eyes into the snowmans head as guy packs more snow into the bottom. " hmm.. " thomas grabbed a stick, snapped it in half and put it as the nose. " ah! "
guy grabs some acorns that where on the ground and set 3 of them on the middle of the snowman. " mmm.. hm. "
and then, suddenly-" GAH! " a snowball hits guys head. " seriously? " thomas looks back at joel and sonny who are giggling. " you know what happened last year! "
" its still funny! "
" hey, guy- " guy doesn't say anything. " ...hey, guy-man.. its alright. its all just for g- good fun, okay? im sure he d- didn't mean a- anything out of it. "
" he messed up my hair.. " thomas sighs. he knows how mad he gets about people fucking with his hair, as it was long (and soft!) and hard to take care of. " uh. here, ill get it. " he got the clump of snow out of his hair and decided to bring him inside. " ill take care of him! "
" okay! "