Who: Heather Miller & Jimmy Darling What: Hanging out/Playing in the snow When: Sometime in December Where: Rainbow Motors Rating/Warnings: Low/Language, and a snowball fight nothing bad really. Status: Closed/Completed GDoc
Snow wasn't something she'd been expecting, but Heather was all for it. She'd spent a lot of time outside when she wasn't working, and well, she had absolutely no regrets. Heather had contacted Jimmy to see if he wanted to hang out sometime. He'd seemed like a nice guy every time that she'd talked to him, and Heather figured that he'd be a good friend to have.
They'd agreed to meet at Rainbow Motors around closing time, and then decide where to go from there.
Heather had pulled in right around closing time, parked and just sat in her truck for a little bit. She hopped out, tugging down her beanie a little more over her ears. It wasn't that awful outside, but it made her smile nonetheless to be outside in the snow.
She gathered up a few snowballs, lining them up along the side of the bed of her truck. She kept glancing over at the door each time it opened, and each time she noticed that it wasn't Jimmy she made another one and put it down.
Heather heard the door open again, and she stopped forming the snowball she'd been working on in her hands. "Hey," she greeted Jimmy, and then she promptly threw the snowball she'd been working on and hit him on the chest. Laughing, Heather held her hands up, "Sorry, I couldn't help myself. Ignore the rest of these lined up. I wasn't planning on starting a snowball fight." Okay, that was a lie, she was definitely looking to start a snowball fight.
~*~
Work was grueling with Winchester getting involved up to his eyeballs in trying to save plants designed for desert living from sudden snow. Jimmy felt as if he hadn't slept in weeks. All he did was work, work, and more work. Sleep was something he only got when he was on the verge of falling unconscious. The smack of snow to his chest woke him up with a laugh and a smile; Jimmy didn't care if he got to sleep for another two days.
Seeing Heather was worth it.
"Sure," he drawled out, "I bet you were just being prepared. Butcher's Code or something?"
Jimmy ducked behind one of the wrecked trucks parked in front of the shop. He quickly rolled up a snowball to launch in the direction of Heather. Without waiting to see if it hit her or missed, Jimmy worked on assembling more ammunition to keep up the fight. They weren't serious enough for him to worry about anything other than having fun. Heather was a great friend to have around, too.
Tossing several snowballs in a roll in her direction, he yelled out, "How do you feel about that snowball fight now? I'm hoping you're feeling good about it. I know I am!"
He dared to stick his head out above the hood of the wreck, looking for Heather where he'd seen her last. She was startlingly bright against the snow. They were both of them targets against the pure white of Winter. Jimmy couldn't stop smiling. He wished he had thought to start a snowball fight sooner. It was fun enough he stood up entirely, the snowball in his hand making his fingers numb as he hesitated before raising his arm.
~*~
"Well of course." Heather replied with a laugh, turning just as the snowball reached her only to have it hit her shoulder. She grabbed a snowball as she ducked down behind her truck, biting down on her bottom lip to stifle her laughter.
She waited a heartbeat before standing up to toss one, and then another in his direction although one of the others he threw hit her on her side. "Oh, I am indeed Jimmy boy. You better watch out." Heather ducked back down beside her truck, making a few before she crept around the front of her truck.
Peering out, Heather saw Jimmy there with his arm raised, and she made a break for another truck a few feet away. She tossed her snowball, knowing that she made herself an easy target for Jimmy to hit while she was out in the open.
Heather skidded behind the truck, cold hands digging into the snow again to make another snowball.
She took a moment to listen to see if he was coming closer or not, and once she decided that the coast was probably clear, she stood up to toss the snowball in Jimmy's direction. Ducking back down behind the truck, she yelled. "After this, my place for hot chocolate?"
~*~
Heather was on the move. Jimmy thought it was daring of her though he pelted her twice with snowballs while she was exposed. He decided to make it a fair fight by tucking his prepared missiles into his shirt, holding the end up to make a 'basket' before darting from his position to another. If he got hit, he didn't slow down. It was worth a few knocks to get a little closer to her. Heather was faster than he was, but Jimmy had decent aim. He would take the shots he could get.
"Jimmy-boy? Now you sound like one the guys auditioning for the role of my old man."
He tsked at her as he peered around the back bumper of an SUV to try to find her.
"You should really try better than that, a pretty dame like you."
Without being able to spot her readily, he tossed snowballs in arcs over the vehicles hoping to catch her out. If he hit her, there was a good chance she'd make a sound so he'd know where she was hiding. Heather wasn't likely to hide long either as evidenced by the amount of ice clinging to Jimmy's hair and clothes courtesy of her throws. He was smiling so hard he thought his face might actually freeze in the position.
This was a great idea.
"You seriously think I won't say yes to you asking me to come over? Give a guy some credit, Miss Heather! I'm in! You just let me know when you're ready to surrender."
~*~
She laughed loudly, "Sorry?" Heather responded in regards to sounding like someone auditioning for the part of his old man. She hadn't really thought about it, it'd just sorta slipped out, but she didn't think that Jimmy really minded.
Still, Heather wouldn't say that again, and she too tossed a few over the cars, hoping to land a hit.
It was about the time she tossed her last snowball that one came crashing down over the truck and hit her right on top of the head. Heather squealed at the hit, shaking the snow from her dark hair. She moved around to the other end of the truck, knowing that she'd given away her position.
"Hey," she called out as she moved around the truck, "you never know. Some people don't like hot chocolate." Heather paused once she got to the end of the truck, and peered around the corner, and she tossed another snowball in the direction she believed that Jimmy was in.
"Surrender? You've got another thing coming if you think I'll surrender first." Okay, she might surrender first if her hands got too cold, or something. She couldn't afford to have chapped hands while working.
"I think you'll be the first to cry uncle." She caught sight of him, and tossed another snowball in his direction before ducking back behind another car.
~*~
"I don't have an uncle!"
Jimmy called out to Heather as he threw the last of his premade snowballs her direction when he got in a lucky shot. She was a great hit herself. He was soaked, but his jacket could handle it and his t-shirt wasn't anything special. The thing was mostly grease stains holding together what was once a cotton shirt anyway. Heather could move pretty fast when she set her mind to it which was why he had to hustle to keep her in his sights.
Snow was plentiful to make more projectiles, but he wasn't getting any faster at sending them in his opponent's path.
It was bravado on his part to pretend he wouldn't surrender. Jimmy knew he'd likely give in first. Heather deserved a few good wins. There was something about losing to her which didn't feel as if he were losing at all. That was likely due to her looks. She was uncommonly pretty in a way which required no make-up or additional adornment. Heather would have been beautiful in a paper sack. She was that beautiful.
Crouching behind the bumper of a wreck, Jimmy admitted, "I also don't trust anyone who doesn't like chocolate. Hot or cold or any way it comes."
~*~
She laughed again. This was the most fun she'd had in a long time, and admittedly she didn't want it to end. Still, she knew that it would eventually, but they could always have more fun out in the snow once they warmed up with some hot chocolate.
Jimmy was a fun guy. He was serious enough about his work, but he wasn't about to pass up a little play. Heather could respect that since she too was that way. Besides, it wasn't as if they got to play in snow every day.
Well, not until this time of year apparently.
She moved around the vehicle she'd been hiding behind, gathering up a few snowballs and lobbing them over the edge of the truck. "Me either. There's something seriously wrong with people if they don't like chocolate." Slowly Heather stood, looking over the edge of the bed back and forth to see if she could spot Jimmy.
"It's sorta like they don't have a soul." Heather was only half-serious. Sometimes people couldn't have certain foods, or whatever for some reason, but she never understood how someone could just not like chocolate. It really was good for the soul.
She tossed another snowball, and then quickly ducked back down.
"You about ready to give up, Jimmy?"
~*~
Given Jimmy had been nailed in the face by Heather's last shot? He couldn't help laughing as he held his hands up over his head in surrender. His palms were red, fingers feeling frozen from handling the snow too long. It'd been awhile since Jimmy had been exposed to snow. There was a good possibility he was spoiled from the weather in Southern Cali. Heather would likely understand.
"I am, Heather. Consider me waving a white flag. I surrender!"
He could have kept going, but he wanted to get out of the parking lot with some dignity left to him. Jimmy could tell his hair was plastered to his head from snow; his t-shirt was stuck to his chest from melted snow. The level of cold he was feeling had gotten to the point of uncomfortable and then some. They couldn't get to hot chocolate fast enough. Jimmy wasn't too sure he even believed in the idea of souls, but he was certain he wanted more of Heather and he wasn't turning down a side of chocolate to go with her.
"Think I can load my bike into your truck and convince you to give me a ride again? I'm experiencing some distinct issues with the cold. I know I'd really like to take advantage of your heater on the way to your place."
That wasn't all he'd like to take advantage of, but Jimmy was smart enough not to say it.
~*~
Heather tossed her head back and laughed before finally revealing herself. She dropped the last snowball she'd made down onto the ground, hands raised up to show that she wasn't hostile any longer before she made her way around the truck.
"Alright, alright. Truce." She replied, wiping her hands off against her soaked jeans. She was also soaked from their little snowball fight. Laughing, Heather brushed back her wet hair, and made her way to her truck.
Heather too wanted to take advantage of her heater. Pulling open the driver's side door, Heather leaned in so she could turn the key and start up the engine. "Sure, or you could leave your bike here and I can bring you back in the morning since I think it might be too cold for you to ride out tonight." Heather wasn't going to let Jimmy catch a cold out in this weather, and besides, it wasn't as if she hadn't asked a guy to spend the night with her before.
A sly smile tugged up the corners of Heather's mouth, "I mean, my couch is pretty comfy." She teased, as she reached into the backseat to grab a roll of paper towels that she kept back there. She tore off a few and handed the roll over to Jimmy.
Heather took a moment to dry the melted snow off her face, "Come on, get in the truck before you freeze to death. I'll stop somewhere and pick us up some food before we go back to my place. Sound good?" She was already in the driver's seat by the time she finished talking, waiting to see if Jimmy was going to load his bike or just get in with her.
~*~
Spending the night was nice. Very nice. Jimmy smiled slow as he wiped himself off with the paper towels Heather supplied. He was still soaked, but at least he wouldn't drip on anything and her truck was a work vehicle; it could handle a little harsh treatment or a less than spotless passenger. Heather was the only woman Jimmy had ever known who owned a truck much less a work truck.
She was one of a kind.
"I think it all sounds great. I'm sure my bike will be just fine here. It won't get lonely with all these wrecks around to keep it company."
Her couch was fairly comfortable. Jimmy thought about all the things he could say to her, all the lines he knew. None of them fit Heather. She wasn't someone he wanted to use a line on or bait along. They had a good thing going as friends, people who respected one another. The least he could offer her was the absolute truth since she offered him her absolutely true self in a way no woman ever had in his life.
Not even his Ma, God rest her soul.
"I will say I hope I don't have to enjoy the comforts of your couch. But I'll take it if it's what I'm offered. With a smile even."
Jimmy smiled to show his appreciation, a wide grin which made his features look younger, more boyish, mischievous.