Andy Biersack:

Snow was highly uncommon in Cali, so when snow began to fall, you got the day off.
Oh no, snow. (Sarcastically)
Slowing down at the red light you turn attention to the radio.
Twenty-One Pilots come on. I slowly turn the volume to a more louder volume.
Smiling to yourself you begin to also tap your fingers.
And now sing.
The snow begins to fall on the windshield.
"Hello, snow." I greet.
It begins to accumulate on there.
I use my wipers to sweep the snow off.
It quickly begins to be refilled.
"This better get moving."
The light turned green.
I lightly release the break pedal.
It inches ever so slightly. The person in front of me begins to go. Finally I use my gas pedal.
And off we are.
We drive for another ten minutes. Snow becomes faster and heavier.
Then the lights turns yellow.
I press down on the breaks.
Red; I stop.
My phone lights up.
Without looking at the ID I answer.
"Hello?"
"Hi, darling!"
"Andy." I greeted.
"Are you coming home? Have you seen the snow? It is coming down like a moody bitch."
"What does the mean Andy?" I laugh.
"Do not over think it. Where are you?"
"Will be home in about an hour. Have coffee made for me?"
"Absolutely. I love you."
"Lov--"
I feel the back end of my car crush against the front.
Bleakness.

Hello, all. 😃