Hidden In The Snow

They were all sitting at the table, eating and having fun. Laughing at the jokes all the others were saying.
"Jezibelle, darling" My mother called, her words slurring. She had drunk too much ale tonight. I cringed at the sound of my name, I hated my name, and most people called me 'Jez'.
"Jezibelle, darling" She repeated, waving her arm in the air.
I turned away from her, huffing, and left the house. She had her little 'parties' every Friday night and every Saturday night and, quite frankly, I was sick of it.
The night was cold, I hugged myself, and stepped out further into the night. I could see my breath in the air before me and the moon was full and bright. I sat on the brick wall in my front garden and looked out at the sky.
"Jez, are you okay?" I looked round to find my neighbour, Toby, standing at his gate, watching me.
I let out a nervous laugh, flicked my blonde hair behind my ear and smiled at him. "Yeah, I'm fine"
He came towards me, his grey eyes shining like the moon, and took a seat beside me.
"Why are you out here then?" He asked, smiling.
"Mum's having a party" I replied.
He nodded, it explained it all to him, and when he did his black hair bounced forward with his head.
"It's snowing" He grinned, looking up at the sky.
I looked straight ahead and saw little specks of white falling down slowly. I nodded then sighed. "I love snow. Don't you love snow? I really love snow, I really do. It's always so pretty, don't you think so?" I bit my tongue, I was going on.
"I love snow too." He grinned. "It is very pretty, like you"
I looked at him, he was grinning down at me, and then he moved closer to me. I had been waiting for that for a long moment.
"Jezibelle!" The high shriek came from the house, I cringed again, and Toby smiled at me.
Why did they have to ruin a perfect moment?
"I'm sorry" I whispered to Toby. He smiled, kissed me on the cheek then stood and walked off, in the opposite direction. I watched him go.
"Jezibelle!" My mother shrieked again.
"I'm coming!" I shouted back then smiled at the slowly disappearing Toby. Then I made a quick decision: A drunk and verbally abusive mother or sweet Toby?

I ran after Toby.