Short little Christmas time drabble for moonlessmondays. Hope I did okay!
Sixteen year old Alice Smith hopped down from the rickety steps of her front porch, her leather jacket and backpack slung over her shoulder. The cold December air stung her skin, and she shivered. Oh well. She was running late and her old scarf and gloves were so frayed that they were useless at staving off the cold anyway. She walked for a few minutes until she finally spotted the old trailer that was so similar to hers. But the biggest difference was the boy clad in leather and wool straddling a motorcycle in the front yard.
"Well, look who finally decided to roll up." FP teased as she handed him her backpack to hold and pulled her Serpent jacket on.
"Shut up, you idiot." she rolled her eyes, taking her backpack and slinging it back on.
"Yes ma'am." he mock saluted her, waiting until her arms were wrapped securely around his waist before starting the bike up and taking off down the street. Riverdale High was at least a half hour from the trailer park, and since Alice had already been half an hour late even getting over to FP's house, they decided to stop for coffee before going to school.
"How do you drink that?" Alice made a face as she and FP sat at a little table in the coffee shop. Her vanilla caramel latte was clutched in between her hands while FP's straight black coffee was already nearly gone.
"Same way you drink that cup of sugar with a drop of coffee." he teased, reaching over and poking her in the arm.
"Idiot." she rolled her eyes, taking another sip of her drink.
"You love it." FP accused, playing with her fingers on top of the table. Alice hid her smile behind her coffee cup, turning her hand over and entwining their fingers.
"Yes, I do." she agreed softly. She glanced over at the clock on the wall and sighed. "We better get going." He nodded, standing and throwing their cups away before taking her hand again and heading outside.
"Ali, wait." he said, stopping in the doorway. Alice looked at him, watching as he untwisted his scarf from around his neck before wrapping it around her own. "You're gonna freeze." She smiled softly.
"Thank you, FP." She stood up on her tiptoes and pressed a kiss to his cheek, knowing that if they got started, they would be even later than they already were. However, a small squeak escaped her red painted lips when he yanked lightly on the ends of the scarf in order to crash his lips to hers.
She opened her mouth without even thinking about it, moaning as he deepened the kiss as much as possible. By the time they pulled back, she was out of breath, her lips were bruised, and her cheeks were flushed, though definitely not from the cold.
"Merry Christmas, Ali."
"Merry Christmas, FP."