Don't Write Me Notes || Levi x Reader

11. it doesn't count if you're hypothermic

"Nonsense!" your mother chirps brightly. "Every other one of your cousins has helped out so far- you don't want to be the only one not pulling your weight, do you?"

You ignore her, striding out of the kitchen and into the nearest living room, but there's already someone there- your uncle, who looks up when you come in. You shoot him a tight-lipped smile and round the corner to another room, but your grandparents are in that one. You turn yourself towards one of the bathrooms and close the door behind you, shutting yourself off from the rest of the house. 

You press your hands to your face and groan. Fucking hell. 

Why is she just... Kuchel was never like this. Your mother's getting to you more than usual, and maybe that's why. Because now you've had an experience with a good mom.

For fuck's sake. 

Your head's spinning. You should go back to your room, you know you should, but you don't want Levi to see you like this- frazzled, upset, angry. Things have finally started to get going with him, and you don't want to put a damper on your budding... relationship? Can you call it that? Either way, you're not about to sacrifice the two steps forward you took yesterday by taking three steps back today. You can handle yourself.

Alright. Just- maybe a walk. Yeah. Go outside, talk a walk, come back, go back to Levi when you're calmed down.

You storm out of the bathroom, and unfortunately, you have to go through the kitchen to get to the front door. Your mother's got her back turned, but she still turns when you try to get to the entryway. "There you are," she says, her voice a bit huffy. "Ready to help out again?"

You sit yourself down on the bench near the door, grabbing your boots. "I'm going for a walk," you snap.

"A walk?" your mother calls. "Now? What happened to helping?"

"I'll do it later."

A sigh. "You could do it now, you know. Like you said you would."

You grab your coat, biting hard into the inside of your cheek so that you don't respond. You grab your coat, throwing it on, and you hear your mother call out your name one more time as you grab a hat and gloves and storm out the door.

Hat jammed on your head and coat done up, you storm down the nearest path that you can barely see through all the snow and you stomp away. You're still so angry that you can't feel the cold as you cross your arms across your body, hugging yourself as you stomp through the snow.

The snowstorm that came overnight came in with a vengeance. The snow is at least a foot high and it's still snowing now, not heavily at least- but the wind is kind of sharp and stings your face. 

But you're not chickening out and going back in yet. No, thanks.

"Fuck!" you snap, your voice lost in the wind. Your foot is cold- did snow get in your boot? You hope not. "Stupid- stupid family and stupid mom and-"

Levi. Stupid Levi, for making you laugh and making you smile and- ugh.

Thinking about Levi has calmed you down, and now that your anger's worn off, you realize how cold it is. It's pretty damn freezing, and the wind makes it twice as bad. God damn do you hate the cold.

You frown, looking at your feet. Where's the path? Everything's snowed over. 

Hm. Did you just come from this way?

Deciding that getting lost out here isn't worth it, you turn back around and try to follow your footsteps. You blink hard, trying to stop yourself from yawning- are you actually tired? Or maybe it's the cold? You stumble through the snow, trying to retrace your steps.