A Storm Brewing

Jackson was looking out his bedroom window. It was a Friday night and his room was already cleaned. He was upset because he couldn't go out with his friends to go snowmobiling. At eighteen he thought that he was old enough to make his own decisions, but his mother had told him that night wasn't good. The weather man had been predicting a storm all week and she didn't want him out with his friends when it started.
Jackson sighed heavily and looked at the mirror that was hanging on the wall. His frosted blonde hair was gelled back, his blue eyes looked back at him with sadness in them. He was wearing a black sweat shirt and a light blue pair of jeans. Looking down at his feet at his white socks he was hoping that he would have been getting ready to go out with his friends at that moment. His mother had to go and mess it up. It wasn't just about snowmobiling it was about going up to his friend Allan's camp and hanging out with the guys. They were a small group that had one big secret. All of them were gay including Jackson and he hadn't had it in so long he was going to pair of with Allan for the night in one of the rooms in the cabin they had been talking about it for a month. He heard the sadness in Allan's voice when he had to call and let him know that he couldn't make it.