I finally wrote a fanfic. And, holy crap, is it depressing! Please don't laugh too hard. I'm new at this. Anywhooos, enjoy.

"But why?"

"Because I just don't feel like another awkward party, Scott."

Ramona folded her arms defensively and quickened her pace. I sighed.

Toronto was the inside of an icebox, as always. The hint of snow was starting to coat the shoulders of my hoodie. Ugly bricks and neon advertisements created a pattern along the street and the crowd that usually inhabited the neighbourhood had thinned. It was quiet. Our shadows swayed beneath each streetlamp, the space inbetween way too gaping.

"Won't it b e rude of us to just not pitch? I mean, it's Todd's birthday. I bought him a present and everything. Look." I pulled a box from my pocket, messily wrapped in paper that said 'Happy annerversary.' "It's an automatic shaver for that beard of his."

The snowfall thickened.

"I'm not going."

"But-"

"Scott, I'm not going!"

"You're totally PMS-ing, aren't you?" I sneered and elbowed her.

No response but a glare that could burn through my skull. So the cheering-up tactic didn't work. I was almost certain the ice in the air was emanating from her. The very image of Ramona's shoulders pulled up like that made me shiver, and we walked on in the cold.

"Is... anything wrong?" I tried again. "'Cause you know you can totally tell me."

"You're still wearing those sweatbands. I thought we weren't wearing those anymore. Why are you still wearing them?"

"Ramona."

She clenched her eyes and dug her nails into her arms.

"I'm sorry," she said. I knew she was being honest, though I can hardly ever tell with Ramona. I knew she wasn't alright. So I put my arm around her shoulder and closed the gap in our shadows, still swinging along with the yellow streetlights.

"Ramona?"

"Yeah."

We weren't close to anywhere, anymore. Everything was behind us and everything was empty. I recognized nothing but snow. Snow, snow everywhere.

"... I love you and stuff."

I tried to decode her face, staring rigidly at the pavement, but her eyes told me nothing.

"Okay." she finally said.

...Okay.

Okay?

That's it. Well, Scott, were you expecting an "I love you back?" Were you really? I realized that yes, yes I was. How stupid can you get. I let go of her shoulders and hid my hands in my jeanpockets. Scott Pilgrim, you lost this one: -40 love points and one life lost. Who would have thought that this girl would be my opponent?

Nothing but snow.