Dear Journal,

It hasn't even been a month since I've known him, but there's something different. I can tell. We met at a coffee shop a bit back, and ended up chatting over mint flavored hot chocolate. I couldn't help but smile the whole time. Snow has since covered the area. It's so nice to see the white blankets caressing the area. It seems as if the air is fulling with the smell of sugar cookies and peppermint, all a wonderful reminder of Christmas. I've always loved the holiday personally. There's so much to be thankful for. We seem to take so much for granted these days. Though.. I noticed the man I was talking to… Pitch, his name was Pitch. He didn't seem to like holiday cheer too much. He was nearly growling at his cup of coffee, and the sounds of the little bells on the shop door. I mean, we both work there. I'd think he would be used to the sounds by now.. but hey everyone's different, right? I hope everything goes well, I really do. Well, I'm off to meet him again tonight, I'll write about it when I get back.

With that, the small male closed his brown journal, rubbing his thumbs over the rough cover, a small smile creasing over his soft, pink tinted lips. He was currently sitting on the floor, his back resting against his bed. He allowed his golden-orange orbs to trail over the room before him. It really wasn't much. The walls were plain white, and the floor was a worn, dark brown color. It was obvious this building had been around for a long time. Standing up, his quickly slipped the journal under his pillow, and pulled the red comforter up and over, making his bed once again. He was on the 7th floor of the apartment. It was snowing outside, and the streets were clearing. It was getting dark out, and the street lights were just starting to flicker on, the yellow-orange light pushing the lingering shadows away. he had a beautiful view from the single window in the room. Besides his bed, there was only a dark brown desk, a few torn journals and colored sticky notes scattered on the dusty surface, along with a few pens, some with caps, others without. He had a small bland kitchen and bathroom as well, but he found himself spending most his time on the floor anyways. He was an avid user of his imagination, and half the time he'd simply come home from work and stare at the ceiling, letting his minder wander. He shook his head softly, a few loose golden strands falling in front of his eyes. He glanced at the clock rather quickly. He was supposed to meet the other at the park. It was only a few blocks away. He had plenty of time to walk there. He didn't mind the cold. He actually enjoyed it quite a lot. He quickly grabbed his tan trenchcoat and orange scarf, and headed out of the apartment, fumbling with his keys for a moment before continuing on.

Once he was outside, he glanced up at the sky. All the colors seemed to fade away at this time of night. He often found himself wondering where the colors went. It was such a silly question, but a genuine one at the same time. Sticking his hands in the pocket of his coat, he pulled out a pair of red, wool knit gloves. He slipped them on quickly, and headed toward the park, nearly slipping on some ice. He glanced over his shoulder just barely before directing his attention forward. "Better watch out for that.." He mumbled under his scarf. He knew he'd make it in time, he always did. Of course, he was certainly right. He arrived at the park 5 minutes early, actually. He was sitting on a partially snow covered bench, waiting in silence for the other to arrive. He'd just been staring at the snow, totally fascinated by the whole idea of it. It wasn't until he heard that all too familiar voice that he snapped out of his trance. Pitch had been standing there next to him. He jumped slightly as he realized what was going on. He was quick to get on his feet and wrap his arms around the others neck. "Pitch~!" He giggled softly as he nuzzled the others shoulder, pulling away just barely. Pitch still hadn't done anything. He wasn't one for contact. His deep yellow grey orbs scanned over the empty area before he lifted up his black gloved hand and pulled down the others scarf, leaning forward and pecking his lips softly, smirking at the little red blush that tinted his cheeks. "Yes, it's good to see you too." He replied in a soft tone of voice, pulling the others scarf back up slowly, and patting the side of his face. He had noticed the other always wore red, red and orange. It complimented his golden yellow locks rather well. He himself wasn't one for colors. He was simply dressed in a long black trenchcoat, and black pants. His shirt was a darker shade of grey, and his scarf was white. He was what most considered bland. He still didn't understand why the other saw so much in him. With a soft huff, he placed his gloved hands on the others shoulder, looking him in the eyes. "Ready to go?" He questioned softly.

Sandy nodded softly, his blonde locks bouncing against his light skin. He watched as Pitch slid out of his grasp and offer his arm. Smiling under his scarf, he gladly hooked his arm around the others. "Where are we going tonight~?" He questioned in a soft tone of voice, tilting his head to the side. He only heard a chuckle from Pitch, unable to see his facial expression, he wasn't sure what he had planned. "You'll just have to wait and see." That simply sentence nearly made him shiver with excitement He loved mysterious, he loved everything about them. Pitch knew that far too well, and was just teasing him. "Oh come oooon, you can tell me~" He giggled softly, bumping the others shoulder softly. "No no, you're just going to have to wait." The others soothing voice filled the air around him. He huffed softly, falling silent. It was only an act of course, and they both knew that very well. It was only a few more minutes before they both arrived at Pitch's apartment. He felt the others arm drop down for a short moment, only to smile as he felt the other slide his in his own, intertwining their fingers. He continued to watch as Pitch dug through his pocket, taking out his keys, and heading in the door, and leading him towards the elevator. He was always one to get ready ahead of time, and he noticed that. Unlike most people, who would take out their keys when they got to their room door, Pitch would get his keys before he even entered the apartment.

The ding of the elevator doors opening snapped him out of his thoughts, and brought him back to the real world once again The walked into the elevator, still not saying a single word. He was far too curious about what Pitch had in mind for their evening. It wasn't even a moment after the doors closed that he pressed himself against the other male, clinging to him. He was a rather cuddly person, and he knew when they were alone, Pitch would gladly cuddle with him. He watched as those golden grey orbs darted over to the count. Two more floors. Pitch quickly snaked his hand up to the side of his face, and slid down the red scarf once more, pulling the other into a rather deep kiss this time. He kept the kiss going until he heard the last ding, the warning right before the door opened. He quickly pulled away and wiped his mouth. Without another word, he walked out of the elevator, leaving him stunned and confused for a few moments. He quickly ran out of the elevator, and down the hallway towards Pitch, a small smile dancing across his lips as he followed in silence once again.

Pitch's room was located at the very end of the hallway, right next to the washroom. He lived in an area that was very similar to Sandy's. It had a small kitchen and bathroom, and one medium sized room. He kept his place very clean, and very dark. Of course by now, Sandy had memorized the place, and could navigate in the dark very easily.