A/N: Just to show you how bad the snow can get in Detroit, but don't be fooled. The snow is much higher and can get to eight inches. This is only a small storm. I put this here for readers who may not get a lot of snow to understand how much there actually is. Enjoy!

I smiled at Teresa's slip. She kissed the snow with her small face, and her hair tangled itself with the white magic. Sweet giggles slipped from my pink lips as she stared at me. Her eyes fell into slits as she threw a snowball straight at my face. I swiftly dodged the bullet and glared at her.

We'd been outside playing around for the past hour. It was freezing, but my mind traveled to the thought of how cold it could actually get. Teresa got up and smiled at my icy stare. Teresa was quite a character to explore.

She was in fact 14, just like I suspected her to be. She was the local sweetheart of a small part of Detroit, and she worked at Sunshine Café for her dad. Yes, the local sweetheart. A girl with sass, boys begging at her feet, great looks, and helps everywhere is the small town sweetheart. I couldn't even believe that. Teresa seemed wild and crazy. Even the seniors liked a silly freshman like her. From what I'd heard from my mother, nobody liked freshmans for some reason which made no sense at all. She was living the life everyone would say, and Teresa would roll her eyes.

We were quick friends. It almost felt like the time I met Rachel. Rachel... Is noticed that she hadn't even called recently. Whenever I looked at her social media, she was with Mason or by herself in some sort of store. Leave it to Rachel to shop with all her pocket money the second the break starts. I chuckled at her silliness. Teresa had noticed my distant gaze—as I had hers.

"Who's Amaya?" I asked her and she jumped a bit. Her eyes darted around the place to search for who I was addressing. I grinned and waved my hand sarcastically. "I'm talking to you Detroit's sweetheart," I joked and she held back a laugh.

"Amaya is my best friend. We've been together since our mothers popped us out into this world. Ya know, typical friendships," She explained and I scrunched my face up at her story. Way to explain your friendship so casually. "Don't give me that look! You've already learned how babies come out, haven't you?" Teresa asked. Her face was obviously expressing amusement, and her voice was drowning in it. I poked my tongue at her and she laughed. "What! The way you said it made it seem like you didn't know that they come out of the mother's va-" I screamed right before she finished. I felt my face heat up, and she burst out laughing at my reaction.

"Shut up Teresa!" I shouted, but she completely ignored me as she curled into a ball on the fluffy snow. Tears rolled down her face in streams. Her cheeks were soaked with her pools of water. "I-I just...Taylor! Oh my god! I can't believe you don't like the word vag-" I started walking away and she went back into fits of laughter.

"You're such a baby!" She shouted at me in my dust. I grumbled swears under my breath, which she somehow heard from her distance, and Teresa quickly lectured me from far back behind my tracks. She stopped and stared somewhere in front of me. Her eyes were lifeless as they looked beyond me, and I soon found myself to stare at the object that took her attention.

A boy was more suitable to be called the object. He was sitting on the steps of an industrial white house staring right at Teresa. Their eyes connected for a few seconds before Teresa looked back to me and grabbed my arm. She gave me a fake smile before tugging me the other way away from the boy. That was when the boy saw me. Little ol' me was the focus of his attention, and I stared right back at him. I could only see that he wouldn't give up on our staring contest before Teresa yanked me around a corner.

The sun was going down for the night leaving my grandmother alone. I sighed and pulled my arm away. Teresa stared at me in confusion.

"I have to get going. I'll see you later?" I asked. She sighed in relief and nodded.

"Yeah of course. I'll see you later Taylor," She whispered loud enough for me to hear. Then she was gone. I heard her footsteps dashing down the sidewalk, and I couldn't help but forget to ask for her phone number. It was too late though. I groaned in defeat and walked back home.

A part of me hoped to see that one girl I'd seen earlier. I would walk up to her and corner her little gang. My imagination played with the idea I could do with the gossipers. It then occurred to me that I was already home. I rubbed my eyes and opened the door. Karen wasn't back yet luckily. I didn't know if she was the type to have a set curfew, but I didn't need to find out.

My feet shuffled to the kitchen. The refrigerator door opened to my command showing off nothing of interest. I forgot to go to the store. I shouted at myself before grabbing a small granola bar and walking down the hallway to my room. I snatched my laptop from my bags and checked my phone. Rachel had sent the phone number with lots of kisses. I opened my precious baby and clicked on Skype before typing the number in.

Almost instantly, Mason picked up and his face was visible on my screen.

"Were you waiting for me to call?" I joked and he gave out a small chuckle.

"Two hours and ten minutes to be exact. Woah! Are you wearing five coats?" He asked leaning towards the screen. I rolled my eyes. "No, just one huge coat," I replied causing him to gasp dramatically. "No way! Taylor Reginald, the southern chick, wearing a huge coat? Impossible!" Mason exclaimed falling onto his bed.

"You barely even know me Mason," I stated. He let out a massive yawn. "I know you enough to have you on the phone with me. I think that makes us soulmates," He folded his arms in the worst way possible. How do you even mess up folding your arms? Do you just put them in the wrong spaces? I laugh at his attempt to be funny. "Yeah, soulmates is what you and Rachel are. I know that we're soul buddies, but what's it with you and Rachel?" I asked laying back on my bed.

He made an ohhh noise and rubbed his imaginary beard. I took the time to sneak a glance at him. He had changed out of his flannel jacket earlier and switched with a blue shirt. His mop of hair was still a lovely brown, and his brown eyes were still beautiful and big. I should write this down for that story I'm writing.

"Rachel and I went out for a fun day out. She was depressed and forced me to go. Do you guys go on those all the time because it was amazing!" He explained. His eyes looked like they sparkled with the idea. I nodded my head slowly.

The front door opened letting me know Karen was home. I groaned and gave Mason a smile.

"The grandmother is home. I have to go MasonDaMan," I sigh and he groans. I knew that he'd tell Rachel word for word our conversation. I heard him call my name right before I ended the call. I looked at him. "Next time, try not to check me out so much, Tay."

Maybe he shouldn't tell her that part.