So Excuse Me Forgetting, But These Things I Do See I've Forgotten If They're Green Or They're Blue [Diggy bby]

The worst part about being alone on Christmas Eve was, well, having nothing to do. After Matt mom called saying that she and her boyfriend, Ken, were going on a little trip to celebrate. Normally, the sixteen year old boy didn't mind when his mother blew him off, but it was Christmas eve for crying out loud! He had spend every single occasion with him mom, but why the sudden change? Luckily, during their conversation over the phone earlier, she had said that tomorrow was still pushing through. Thank the gods for that. Matt wouldn't know what would've happened if she said otherwise.

Not in the mood to stay in his cabin all day, he pulled a military jacket over his navy blue sweater, needing the extra coverage for the cool weather. Some campers who had decided not to leave were buzzing around the area, perhaps he should go around and check the action. Although he wasn't popular, he had a good amount of friends to chat with, with the exception of those of the female gender. Now, girls were seriously difficult to befriend for the son of Morpheus.

As he wandered around camp, he caught some campers grabbing dinner at the Mess Hall, a bunch of kids were sledding, despite the lack of sunlight, at the sledding hill, and some of his friends called him over to join their snowball fight at the war zone. Matt shook his head, gesturing for them to continue. The shy teenager wasn't necessarily into the whole idea of snowball fighting. It led him to the last winter-themed activity: the Ice Rink.

He shuffled to the edge of the ice, no intention of joining. He was more of an observer, evident in the way his eyes flickered from person to person. He resisted the urge to gag at some couples holding hands as they skidded across the ice, so he averted his gaze to a girl twirling effortlessly on the ice. Sometimes he wished that he were graceful, but unfortunately ice doesn't help the uncoordinated.