Patrick, being from Pittsburg, knew what cold was. He understood the way it chilled his bones, and forced him to put on way too many clothes for his liking. He had a love-hate relationship with this inevitable season, and he had since he was a child. The activities were fun! Oh, the sledding, and the snowballs and snowmen and snow-angels. His entire childhood (before his mother's death, that is), was centered around all the fun that could be had during winter. But, as he reached teenage years, he discovered that...He just doesn't fucking care.
Winter's become more and more of a burden on the young man until he simply despised the season. Instead of throwing balls made of snow, he sat inside and glared out at the weather, as if thinking how dare those clouds get cold enough to freeze the water and make it fall. He had gone through nearly eighteen winters, and they got worse each year.
It may have been because he always thought of his mom. Because that winter when he was seven, he wanted nothing else but to have his mom come play outside with him. But she was so sick, so frail, that going outside, she truly would have "caught her death". Patrick had gone so far to even gather up snow in his sand bucket, and drag it inside so that his mom could enjoy it too. It turned to water within five minutes.
The boy thought Pittsburg was bad in the winter, but oh, dead God above, it didn't even compare to Alabama. Pittsburg was cold. Bitterly cold that not even gloves could warm the fingertips. Alabama? It was cold and wet. It soaked you through, and there was fights for the spot next to the fireplace in the cafeteria.
Patrick dropped his cigarette into a pile of slush that didn't deserve to be called snow, and grimaced, leaning up against the tree. He probably wasn't even recognizable, with his five coats, two pairs of gloves, scarf, hat, and snow boots.
He burrowed into his many layers, grumbling. But he needed another smoke. Fuck, he just wanted to be home. In Pittsburg. Still secretly seeing Brad, and getting into a mess of trouble with all of his friends.
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