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“I’ll be honest with you, Frank, I haven’t seen a blizzard this bad before”.
The weather man looked excitedly worried as he pointed to the great, white mass that was slowly making its way toward our town. Even Dad looked concerned, which was doing little to help Mom, who’d been panicking since the previous day.
“Do we have candles?” She asked, for the third time, but our attention remained on the television as the weather man received new information through his ear piece.
“Folks… Folks, I’ve just been informed that all local highways are now closed. There’s no getting in or out of Fort Ryder until… Well, until this thing passes”.
“Oh, Christ” Mom said, holding her head in her hand, “do we have candles?!”
“Yes!” Dad barked, and it was clear that he was now almost as worried as Mom. “Jesus, Linda, of course we have candles”.
It was already getting dark and it was hardly even three in the day. The sky had become dull and grey, and the snow hadn’t stopped since sunrise.
“At this rate, we’ll be snowed in” Dad said, and he wasn’t wrong. I watched out the window as our neighbour gave up trying to shovel the stuff from his drive. It was falling too fast for him to make any difference, so he hurried back inside blowing warm air into his hands.
“It’s just a blizzard” I shrugged, as a howling gust of wind caused the snow to swirl through the street. “Can’t be that bad, right?”
After another hour of listening to my parents bicker, I decided to ride out the storm in my bedroom. On any other Friday night, I would have been out with friends, because being stuck at home with my parents at eighteen years of age, was the last thing I wanted on a weekend. Alas, I lay on my bed, watching the dark snow shadows fall down my ceiling, and sighed.
Christmas was just around the corner, but it wasn’t the same anymore. As a kid, it was my favourite time of the year. Waking my parents up at five in the morning and excitedly dragging them downstairs to see what Santa Claus had left. The warmth of the fire as I sat there, pulling off the wrapping paper and shrieking with delight. The food, the toys, the games. Now, however, it was different.
I turned over and watched the snow pile up on the window ledge outside. Maybe it was an age thing. Perhaps I’d lost my sense of ‘Christmas Spirit’ as my mom would say. It just didn’t seem that exciting, anymore, and I couldn’t tell why.
I closed my eyes and listened to the sound of the weather against my window, and when I opened them again, it was late, and the window was blocked up.
“Holy shit” I groaned, rubbing my eyes and scrambling from my bed. I tried to lift the window open, but it was already frozen shut, and the chill in the room made me shiver. I flicked on the light switch, but the room remained dark.
“Good job we have candles” I mumbled to myself, and carefully made my way downstairs.
“What’s going on?” I asked, returning to the living room where my parents sat, reading by candlelight. “It feels like I’ve woken up in the eighteen hundreds”.
“Better get used to it, champ” Dad chuckled, “it’s only getting worse from here on in”.
I groaned and threw myself onto the sofa. It was just four days until Christmas, and I hadn’t gotten a single gift. How on earth was I going to do that now?
“Do you think it’ll pass before Christmas?” I asked, hopefully.
“Fat chance” Dad said, “it’ll take them a week or two to clear the roads once it’s over. I reckon it’ll be the new year before we get out of here”.
“You’re fucking kidding me?!” I gasped, and then Mom gasped.
“Language!”
“Sorry… You’re freaking kidding me!”
Dad chuckled again and shook his head. “Hope you have all your Christmas presents bought” he said, and I squirmed on the chair, just as a thunderous blow sounded at the door.
“Christ!” Mom spat, “what on earth was that?”
“A tree, maybe?” Dad said, as we turned toward the door and watched in silence, until it sounded again.
“That’s a knock” I said, and got to my feet.
“Be careful, Charlie” Mom said, as though I was venturing into a cave.
“It’s just the door, Mom” I replied, as another knock sounded.
Admittedly, having somebody knock on the door in the middle of a blizzard at ten o’ clock at night, was somewhat concerning, but I assumed that it was one of the neighbours looking for help as I unlocked it, pulled it open and gawped at a complete stranger.
“I’m real sorry to bother you” he said, shivering and covered, head to toe in snow. “I got stuck on the highway out there, and they’re saying there’s no way in or out. Is there any chance I can use your phone to call home? My one died”.
Although I’d heard every word that the man had said, I hadn’t listened to a single one. My mouth dropped open slightly as my eyes gazed upon him. He must have been in his early twenties, with the most beautiful blue eyes that I’d ever seen, and a face that made my heart race.
“Who is it, Charlie?” Mom called, but I couldn’t find the words to answer her, so Dad appeared behind me, and the stranger turned his attention to him, instead.
“I was just asking if I could possibly use your phone, sir?” He said, politely, “my car got stuck out on the highway, and I really need to call home or my folks will be worried sick”.
“Of course” Dad said, ushering me out of the way, as the tall, well built young man shuffled inside, teeth chattering and golden hair dripping.
“Thank you so much, sir” he said, pulling off his gloves and shaking Dad’s hand, “My name’s Dylan”.
“Nice to meet you, Dylan” Dad said, “this is my son, Charlie, and my wife Linda”.
Dylan smiled and rubbed his hands together as his eyes flicked toward me for just a moment. I was still in a daze, and could only gulp as he walked after Dad, into the living room.
“That’s one for the history books” he said, “we don’t get them like that down south”.
“We don’t usually get them like that here” Dad laughed, handing Dylan his phone, “I’d offer you something to eat, but as you can see, most of the town’s out”.
“I’m fine, thank you” Dylan said, dialling the number, but seconds later, he pulled it from his ear. “Service is down, too” he sighed.
“You can try mine!” I almost shouted, and all of them looked toward me as my cheeks blushed. “I mean, maybe my one has signal” I corrected, squirming at my own stupidity as I sheepishly handed Dylan my phone.
“Thank you” he said, and his eyes landed on my phone screen. “Girlfriend?” He asked, with a smile.
“Friend”.
He dialled the number again, still smiling from our interaction, but shook his head a moment later. “Nothing” he said, and handed it back to me.
“I really appreciate the help, folks” he told us, pulling back on his gloves, “I’ll probably be able to flag somebody down in the morning”.
Dylan walked back toward the door, and I glared at my dad. He got to his feet and followed.
“Dylan, you can’t spend the night in your car in this” he said, “you’ll freeze to death, and I know if it was my son out there, I’d want somebody to take him in”.
“Oh, I couldn’t ask you to do that” Dylan half laughed, “honestly, I have some blankets in the car, I’ll be perfectly fine”.
“Nonsense” Mom said, “Charlie, go and get Dylan some dry clothes, I’ll see what I can cook up”.
I watched as Mom scurried out to the kitchen, and I remained frozen in place.
“Charlie” Dad said, snapping me out of my daze, “you heard your mother”.
“Right” I nodded, trying to work out how on earth my clothes were going to fit on a guy with arms bigger than my legs.
“Thank you all so much” Dylan said again, as he followed me up the stairs, and a few moments later, we both stood in my dark bedroom.
“This is a nice house you’ve got” he said, as I fumbled in the closet.
“Huh? Oh, yeah” I swallowed, “it’s my folks’”
“Yeah, I gathered” he laughed.
“This might be too small” I said, handing him one of my favourite t-shirts. He took it from me, thanked me, and without another word, removed his jacket, peeled off his damp t-shirt, and stood before me with a body so impressive, he looked like something from the cover of a magazine.
My eyes widened as I quickly spun around to avoid him thinking that I was some kind of pervert.
“Fits like a glove” he smiled, as I pulled out a pair of pants.
“I don’t know if these…” My voice trailed off when I looked back at Dylan, who was now naked from the waist down, with just his hand covering his junk.
“They’re perfect, thanks” he said, “you wouldn’t happen to have a pair of underwear that I could borrow, would you? I’ll give them back”.
My entire body felt numb as I stared at him. Only in my wildest dreams had I ever had a hot, handsome, muscular naked young man in my bedroom, but Dylan was very much real.
“Underwear” I almost choked. “I mean, yeah… Yeah I have one… Not one, I have um… Underpants. Boxers? I have boxers or boxer briefs. I don’t have briefs, I don’t think. I might have briefs but I’d have to look”.
“Boxers are fine” he grinned, and I was feeling more and more ridiculous by the second.
I plunged my hand into my drawer and pulled out a pair of boxer shorts before handing them to him, and gawping stupidly.
“Do uh… Do you mind?” He half laughed, and I realised that I was quite literally staring at the guy as he tried to get dressed.
“Shit, yeah… Sorry” I winced, and turned around as my own junk began to swell.
By the time Dylan had changed into my clothes, Mom had already managed to heat some soup. Dylan walked ahead, before turning back to me just before we reached the living room.
“Thanks for that, Charlie” he said, flashing his perfect, white teeth, “I’ll try not to stretch them” he added, and I was almost certain that he winked before turning around and disappearing into the living room.
“Holy shit” I gasped, biting down on my knuckle. “Holy freaking shit”.
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“I’ll be honest with you, Frank, I haven’t seen a blizzard this bad before”.
The weather man looked excitedly worried as he pointed to the great, white mass that was slowly making its way toward our town. Even Dad looked concerned, which was doing little to help Mom, who’d been panicking since the previous day.
“Do we have candles?” She asked, for the third time, but our attention remained on the television as the weather man received new information through his ear piece.
“Folks… Folks, I’ve just been informed that all local highways are now closed. There’s no getting in or out of Fort Ryder until… Well, until this thing passes”.
“Oh, Christ” Mom said, holding her head in her hand, “do we have candles?!”
“Yes!” Dad barked, and it was clear that he was now almost as worried as Mom. “Jesus, Linda, of course we have candles”.
It was already getting dark and it was hardly even three in the day. The sky had become dull and grey, and the snow hadn’t stopped since sunrise.
“At this rate, we’ll be snowed in” Dad said, and he wasn’t wrong. I watched out the window as our neighbour gave up trying to shovel the stuff from his drive. It was falling too fast for him to make any difference, so he hurried back inside blowing warm air into his hands.
“It’s just a blizzard” I shrugged, as a howling gust of wind caused the snow to swirl through the street. “Can’t be that bad, right?”
After another hour of listening to my parents bicker, I decided to ride out the storm in my bedroom. On any other Friday night, I would have been out with friends, because being stuck at home with my parents at eighteen years of age, was the last thing I wanted on a weekend. Alas, I lay on my bed, watching the dark snow shadows fall down my ceiling, and sighed.
Christmas was just around the corner, but it wasn’t the same anymore. As a kid, it was my favourite time of the year. Waking my parents up at five in the morning and excitedly dragging them downstairs to see what Santa Claus had left. The warmth of the fire as I sat there, pulling off the wrapping paper and shrieking with delight. The food, the toys, the games. Now, however, it was different.
I turned over and watched the snow pile up on the window ledge outside. Maybe it was an age thing. Perhaps I’d lost my sense of ‘Christmas Spirit’ as my mom would say. It just didn’t seem that exciting, anymore, and I couldn’t tell why.
I closed my eyes and listened to the sound of the weather against my window, and when I opened them again, it was late, and the window was blocked up.
“Holy shit” I groaned, rubbing my eyes and scrambling from my bed. I tried to lift the window open, but it was already frozen shut, and the chill in the room made me shiver. I flicked on the light switch, but the room remained dark.
“Good job we have candles” I mumbled to myself, and carefully made my way downstairs.
“What’s going on?” I asked, returning to the living room where my parents sat, reading by candlelight. “It feels like I’ve woken up in the eighteen hundreds”.
“Better get used to it, champ” Dad chuckled, “it’s only getting worse from here on in”.
I groaned and threw myself onto the sofa. It was just four days until Christmas, and I hadn’t gotten a single gift. How on earth was I going to do that now?
“Do you think it’ll pass before Christmas?” I asked, hopefully.
“Fat chance” Dad said, “it’ll take them a week or two to clear the roads once it’s over. I reckon it’ll be the new year before we get out of here”.
“You’re fucking kidding me?!” I gasped, and then Mom gasped.
“Language!”
“Sorry… You’re freaking kidding me!”
Dad chuckled again and shook his head. “Hope you have all your Christmas presents bought” he said, and I squirmed on the chair, just as a thunderous blow sounded at the door.
“Christ!” Mom spat, “what on earth was that?”
“A tree, maybe?” Dad said, as we turned toward the door and watched in silence, until it sounded again.
“That’s a knock” I said, and got to my feet.
“Be careful, Charlie” Mom said, as though I was venturing into a cave.
“It’s just the door, Mom” I replied, as another knock sounded.
Admittedly, having somebody knock on the door in the middle of a blizzard at ten o’ clock at night, was somewhat concerning, but I assumed that it was one of the neighbours looking for help as I unlocked it, pulled it open and gawped at a complete stranger.
“I’m real sorry to bother you” he said, shivering and covered, head to toe in snow. “I got stuck on the highway out there, and they’re saying there’s no way in or out. Is there any chance I can use your phone to call home? My one died”.
Although I’d heard every word that the man had said, I hadn’t listened to a single one. My mouth dropped open slightly as my eyes gazed upon him. He must have been in his early twenties, with the most beautiful blue eyes that I’d ever seen, and a face that made my heart race.
“Who is it, Charlie?” Mom called, but I couldn’t find the words to answer her, so Dad appeared behind me, and the stranger turned his attention to him, instead.
“I was just asking if I could possibly use your phone, sir?” He said, politely, “my car got stuck out on the highway, and I really need to call home or my folks will be worried sick”.
“Of course” Dad said, ushering me out of the way, as the tall, well built young man shuffled inside, teeth chattering and golden hair dripping.
“Thank you so much, sir” he said, pulling off his gloves and shaking Dad’s hand, “My name’s Dylan”.
“Nice to meet you, Dylan” Dad said, “this is my son, Charlie, and my wife Linda”.
Dylan smiled and rubbed his hands together as his eyes flicked toward me for just a moment. I was still in a daze, and could only gulp as he walked after Dad, into the living room.
“That’s one for the history books” he said, “we don’t get them like that down south”.
“We don’t usually get them like that here” Dad laughed, handing Dylan his phone, “I’d offer you something to eat, but as you can see, most of the town’s out”.
“I’m fine, thank you” Dylan said, dialling the number, but seconds later, he pulled it from his ear. “Service is down, too” he sighed.
“You can try mine!” I almost shouted, and all of them looked toward me as my cheeks blushed. “I mean, maybe my one has signal” I corrected, squirming at my own stupidity as I sheepishly handed Dylan my phone.
“Thank you” he said, and his eyes landed on my phone screen. “Girlfriend?” He asked, with a smile.
“Friend”.
He dialled the number again, still smiling from our interaction, but shook his head a moment later. “Nothing” he said, and handed it back to me.
“I really appreciate the help, folks” he told us, pulling back on his gloves, “I’ll probably be able to flag somebody down in the morning”.
Dylan walked back toward the door, and I glared at my dad. He got to his feet and followed.
“Dylan, you can’t spend the night in your car in this” he said, “you’ll freeze to death, and I know if it was my son out there, I’d want somebody to take him in”.
“Oh, I couldn’t ask you to do that” Dylan half laughed, “honestly, I have some blankets in the car, I’ll be perfectly fine”.
“Nonsense” Mom said, “Charlie, go and get Dylan some dry clothes, I’ll see what I can cook up”.
I watched as Mom scurried out to the kitchen, and I remained frozen in place.
“Charlie” Dad said, snapping me out of my daze, “you heard your mother”.
“Right” I nodded, trying to work out how on earth my clothes were going to fit on a guy with arms bigger than my legs.
“Thank you all so much” Dylan said again, as he followed me up the stairs, and a few moments later, we both stood in my dark bedroom.
“This is a nice house you’ve got” he said, as I fumbled in the closet.
“Huh? Oh, yeah” I swallowed, “it’s my folks’”
“Yeah, I gathered” he laughed.
“This might be too small” I said, handing him one of my favourite t-shirts. He took it from me, thanked me, and without another word, removed his jacket, peeled off his damp t-shirt, and stood before me with a body so impressive, he looked like something from the cover of a magazine.
My eyes widened as I quickly spun around to avoid him thinking that I was some kind of pervert.
“Fits like a glove” he smiled, as I pulled out a pair of pants.
“I don’t know if these…” My voice trailed off when I looked back at Dylan, who was now naked from the waist down, with just his hand covering his junk.
“They’re perfect, thanks” he said, “you wouldn’t happen to have a pair of underwear that I could borrow, would you? I’ll give them back”.
My entire body felt numb as I stared at him. Only in my wildest dreams had I ever had a hot, handsome, muscular naked young man in my bedroom, but Dylan was very much real.
“Underwear” I almost choked. “I mean, yeah… Yeah I have one… Not one, I have um… Underpants. Boxers? I have boxers or boxer briefs. I don’t have briefs, I don’t think. I might have briefs but I’d have to look”.
“Boxers are fine” he grinned, and I was feeling more and more ridiculous by the second.
I plunged my hand into my drawer and pulled out a pair of boxer shorts before handing them to him, and gawping stupidly.
“Do uh… Do you mind?” He half laughed, and I realised that I was quite literally staring at the guy as he tried to get dressed.
“Shit, yeah… Sorry” I winced, and turned around as my own junk began to swell.
By the time Dylan had changed into my clothes, Mom had already managed to heat some soup. Dylan walked ahead, before turning back to me just before we reached the living room.
“Thanks for that, Charlie” he said, flashing his perfect, white teeth, “I’ll try not to stretch them” he added, and I was almost certain that he winked before turning around and disappearing into the living room.
“Holy shit” I gasped, biting down on my knuckle. “Holy freaking shit”.
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