Jackson's teeth shattered against one another as he turned off his car and made his way towards the third floor of a towering tenement complex. His car was a great one, all be it busted up: sleek, small, comfortable seats and good on gas. One thing it lacked though was an air conditioner. If he was out in the sweltering heat the thing was like a greenhouse. Unfortunately, it went the other way too: and the icy ground was evidence that it was literally freezing outside. He moved slowly across the pavement and thin metal stairs to be careful not to slip on some slick ice that had concealed itself by spreading into a thin veil on the ground and eventually got to the door where he fumbled with his keys and unlocked it. The small man practically jumped inside, closing the door hard and fast as he entered.

There Jackson stood, a small and petite young man bundled up in a thick, dark green jacket lined with brown and clumped together fur on the inside and long jeans with long underwear underneath to match it. still, no matter how many layers he wore his tiny frame seemed to be defenseless against the cold, and his white teeth clashed against one another as he shivered in the room and made his way to the living room table where he placed several DVD boxes on it and sat down, wrapping himself up in a blanket so that only his feminine face and thick-framed glasses emerged.

"I didn't know what to get so I grabbed some classics: Starwars, E.T., Labyrinth, you know the deal" He squeaked out as he wiggled in his newly made cacoon.

This wasn't something all too common for these young men these days. Sure, they enjoyed watching movies together and had since they were children. Jackson still remembered the silent ride home after they went out to watch Eraserhead together, and he still sometimes wakes up from a dreaded nightmare about the lady in the radiator. Unfortunately, funds were usually low and they had long exhausted the list of decent things to watch of any streaming site they had. But when word of a snow storm came to town, Jackson's grandmothers worry for the boys left them with a fat stack of two hundred dollars added directly to his bank account, a sum of cash they hadn't planned on having and therefore free game as they had already managed to stave off the bills and starvation this month. 

As Jackson finally got comfortable, laying his head against the arm of the loveseat in their living room he started to get tired. Not physically as his body never seemed to want to rest until it was time for class. It was the normal sort of tired he felt on lonely nights such as this. He had hoped that college would be a good time for him to finally meet someone. The few girls he had managed to get with never stuck around often, though. He wondered if rumors of his lacking 'performance' with Sharline had gotten out. It usually didn't matter much to him as he had other things to do (and having his best friend to cheer him up never hurt) but with the wild howl of the wind outside and the dreary navy blue sky on a barren white wonderland being all he could see, it was just the right amount of dejection to get him feeling melancholy. Again he called out to his roommate.

"Or we can just go to bed if you want. I bet they won't shut down tomorrow so we may not be the smartest thing to stay up all night" He let out in a much less energetic tone.