Prompt: jacket
Word Count: 190
Disclaimer: Ryan Murphy created them. I just like playing with the moulds.
"If you were chivalrous, you'd give it to me."
"If you ask for it, it kind of defeats the purpose of me being chivalrous."
"Sam, i'm cold!"
"I told you to bring a jacket, Princess."
"I didn't think it would rain. Are you the weatherman now?"
"No, i just like being prepared." They huddled together beneath the beach umbrella, waiting for the fireworks. Brooke pouting, Sam grinning.
"It was sunny when we left." Someone shouted something inaudible, but seconds later the first rocket shot into the air. The night sky lit up with reds and blues and yellows, and the chattering of Brooke's teeth was drowned out momentarily. Sam waited until the next rocket went off before she quietly slid her jacket off her shoulders and draped it across Brooke's.
"Ruin my planned spontaneous moment of chivalry by asking for the jacket..." She grumbled, smiling and rolling her eyes. "Jeez, Brooke."
"I'm sorry." Brooke said, zipping up the jacket and trying to burrow inside of it. She grabbed hold of Sam's hand and laced their fingers together, pulling it inside of her pocket. "Next time I'll be quiet."
"Yeah, yeah."