The cool night sent shivers up my spine. I walked with PJ, the distance between us on the sidewalk was large. Neither of us dared to talk first. Snow collected on the sides of the sidewalk and the curb or the empty road. Shrubs and small trees were coated in a small dusting of sugar-like snow, the sky slowly dropped flakes down onto our heads and noses. I crossed my arms to keep my heat inside of my jacket; needless to say, it didn't work.
The only sound that could be heard was the faint noise of a car rolling by in the strangely bright night. I peered up at the sky, the stars were all visible, like freckles. The moon glowed beautifully in the night sky, which caught my attention. I kept my gaze on it as we walked, and in my peripheral vision, I watched as PJ looked up in the same direction, he smiled softly.
"What'd'ya want, Poppy?" He lowered his voice to sound like George Bailey from 'It's A Wonderful Life'. "What do you want? You want the moon?" He jumped in front of me, picking up an orphaned top hat from the top of a fence. He popped it onto his head, tapping the top to secure it. I giggled. "Just say the word and I'll throw a lasso around it and pull it down. Hey, that's a pretty good idea. I'll give you the moon, Pop."
"You're not fooling anyone, I know that's from 'It's A Wonderful Life'." I rolled my eyes as he looked at me to continue the quote.
"Just go along with it." He murmured, winking as he held his and out to take mine.
"Oh, fine." I rolled my eyes as a small smile cracked on my face, "I'll take it. Then what?" I raised my voice a small amount to sound more girly, seeing as my voice was so low I could be mistaken as a man.
"Well," I placed my hand in his gently, and he pulled me in close, preparing me to spin. "Then you can swallow it, and it'll all dissolve, see... and the moonbeams would shoot out of your fingers and your toes and the ends of your hair... am I talking too much?" He chuckled, making me laugh as we danced to the music in our heads on the sidewalk.
PJ owered his voice even more, "Why don't you kiss her instead of talking her to death?" He was pretending to be the man on the porch witnessing Mary and George's little rendez-vous.
He turned his head the other way, as if he were talking with the man, "You want me to kiss her, huh?" Before I knew what we were doing, our lips collided, and that
The only sound that could be heard was the faint noise of a car rolling by in the strangely bright night. I peered up at the sky, the stars were all visible, like freckles. The moon glowed beautifully in the night sky, which caught my attention. I kept my gaze on it as we walked, and in my peripheral vision, I watched as PJ looked up in the same direction, he smiled softly.
"What'd'ya want, Poppy?" He lowered his voice to sound like George Bailey from 'It's A Wonderful Life'. "What do you want? You want the moon?" He jumped in front of me, picking up an orphaned top hat from the top of a fence. He popped it onto his head, tapping the top to secure it. I giggled. "Just say the word and I'll throw a lasso around it and pull it down. Hey, that's a pretty good idea. I'll give you the moon, Pop."
"You're not fooling anyone, I know that's from 'It's A Wonderful Life'." I rolled my eyes as he looked at me to continue the quote.
"Just go along with it." He murmured, winking as he held his and out to take mine.
"Oh, fine." I rolled my eyes as a small smile cracked on my face, "I'll take it. Then what?" I raised my voice a small amount to sound more girly, seeing as my voice was so low I could be mistaken as a man.
"Well," I placed my hand in his gently, and he pulled me in close, preparing me to spin. "Then you can swallow it, and it'll all dissolve, see... and the moonbeams would shoot out of your fingers and your toes and the ends of your hair... am I talking too much?" He chuckled, making me laugh as we danced to the music in our heads on the sidewalk.
PJ owered his voice even more, "Why don't you kiss her instead of talking her to death?" He was pretending to be the man on the porch witnessing Mary and George's little rendez-vous.
He turned his head the other way, as if he were talking with the man, "You want me to kiss her, huh?" Before I knew what we were doing, our lips collided, and that
