137. Snow in Autumn


I’ve noticed that Cameron has been spending a lot of time on the computer chatting with someone. I don’t know who. It might be a school friend, though he never mentions having any friends. He never goes to anybody’s houses for that matter, or invites anybody here. It makes me sad, but at least he has us.


“Bye, Mom.  Bye, Dad!”

“Where are you going?”

“The fall fest.”

“By yourself?”

“No, of course not.  I’m meeting a friend.”

All right, I correct myself.  He has just now mentioned a friend.


A girl friend?

“Hi, Snow,” said Cameron.


“Hi, Ronny.  I’m so glad we finally get to meet in-person.  Guess what?”



“Dad and I moved here!  I talked him into it.  Cause, you know, we need a change of scene.  What with Aunt Silver dying and all…”

“Oh, yeah.  Listen, I’m really sorry about that.”

“I am too.  But it’s been a while now.  I’m moving on.  I’m okay.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah.  We’re doing better since we got here.  Dad and I played catch like in the old days.  We’re talking about getting a dog.  Or two.”


“I see you caught yourself a fish,” said Ricky.

“Yeah…hi to you too, bro.  Don’t think I didn’t notice you standing there.  Did Mom set you up to stalk us?”

“Nah, it’s a happy coincidence.  Rory and I are here for the fun and food.  Hoping to hook up too, if we’re lucky.”

“Mind introducing me?”

“Oh yeah.  Snow, this is my older brother Ricky.  Ricky, this is Snow Bell, my friend that I met online.  She just moved here from Twinbrook.”

“Oh, nice to meet you!”


“Likewise,” said Ricky with a waggle of eyebrows.  “So, friends, huh?”

“Gee, thanks.”


“She walked off.”

“Oh, sorry.  Go catch her.  You won’t find many fishes who’ll take you what with…”

“Shut up.”


“Snow, wait.”


“Look, I’m sorry about my brother.  He’s just a real douche.  I know you don’t know me well, so I’m really sorry that he made you feel uncomfortable.”

“It’s okay.  We do know each other great, you know, because we IM so much.”

“But we’ve never met in person.”


“Doesn’t matter.  If you lo – if you like someone, it doesn’t really matter if you’ve met them face-to-face or not.  It can still be a great friendship.  But…”

“But what?”

“But, but, but, but…”  She took a deep breath.  “ButIwaskindathinkingwemightbemorethanfriends.”


Snow blushed.  “I kinda have a crush on you,” she mumbled.




“Well, I kinda have a crush on you too.”


Cameron made the first move.


Snow didn’t seem to mind.


I met Snow as she was coming over for a visit one day.  She’s a very sweet girl.  I think she and Cameron are great for each other.  They’re a lot alike.


“I think Cameron has a girlfriend,” I told Cam.

“Oh?  Have you asked him?  Boys do have friends who are girls, you know.”

“Not for long,” I said.  “Not in my experience.”

“Yes, well, you are…”

“Let’s not go there.”

“All right.”


“So I hear you have a girlfriend.”


“Mom, she’s not my girlfriend!  We kissed, like, once, and that’s it!”

“So what are you, friends with benefits?”

“MOM!  That’s you, not me!”



Cameron and Snow spend a lot of time talking when she’s over.  I’ve noticed Aston watching them sometimes.  I wonder if he’s jealous of his brother.  I can’t discuss anything with him, though.  He refuses to talk to me.


“Hey, Snow,” Cameron said one day.



“Come on, Ronny, spit it out.”

“Would you like to be my girlfriend?”


That usually means yes.


I’ve been keeping an eye on them, but I needn’t bother.  All they do is cuddle, chat, and watch cheesy comedies.  Only the occasional kissing.


I got a long, tersely worded letter from my mom and dad one day.  It basically said that they’re very disappointed in me for not contacting them directly regarding anything recently.  I’ve been avoiding them.  I don’t want to argue with my dad or see my mom’s disapproval written all over her face.  It’s not just about me having kids with different fathers, or about cheating on and divorcing Cam.  It’s about me not talking to them at all.  Period.

So they’re coming up to my house soon, whether I like it or not.  Oh joy.


I think that letter might have sent me into stress-labor.


“You got boo-boo?” Merik asked.

“Big boo-boo,” I replied.


Jesme is my first child to have my hair and exact skin-tone all at once.



Her name suits.

A/N: Random bit of trivia – Snow’s Aunt Silver was a character from my brief attempt at a story legacy, Darlings of Destiny.  I always meant for Silver Bell to die.  Snow is technically a clone of her, except for the hair color and skin-tone, I think.

2 thoughts on “137. Snow in Autumn

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s