"Sam... come here a minute. There's something happening outside," Brooke called up the stairs, smirking slightly. Brooke had just woken up and knew that Sam was awake since she'd heard the clattering of typing before she'd come downstairs. "I think there's a problem."
Brooke heard the thudding of the journalists feet skipping down the stairs like she always does, and a second later could sense Sam just beside her, looking out the back windows of the palace. "What's up Brooke?"
"There's... white stuff falling," Brooke said, turning to look at Sam with this look of shock on her face.
Sam looked outside, back at Brooke, outside again and then turned back. "It's snow Brooke," Sam said a bit impatiently, but Brooke thought it was for effect and not real. "Perhaps you've heard of it."
"Sn...Snuh-ohhhh. Weird. Never seen that in California before," Brooke said, now trying to keep the grin off her face.
"I bet you haven't Princess. Wow, there's almost a foot out there. Must have snowed all night." Sam suddenly lit up. "Ooh... I have an idea."
Brooke waited for her to continue as a faraway look overcame Sam's eyes, but when she realized none was coming she leaned into Sam. "Care to fill me in?"
"Nuh-uh. Just get your coat, gloves and a toque!"
"A toque! Sam, please. The hair!" replied Brooke mockingly.
Sam snickered. "Sorry Princess. Earmuffs then." Sam scampered away and Brooke couldn't help but think how cute she looked when she was all excited.
5 minutes later and Brooke returned to the back door all bundled up to see Sam waiting, practically bouncing with excitement. "Come on Brooke, let's go."
They exited the palace, the door snicking shut behind them. "What are we doing Sam?"
Sam flashed her a million dollar grin. "Well Brooke dear, you're a princess without a castle. Soooooo..." she started, drawing it out as she grabbed a handful of snow. "I thought we could make you one."
Brooke smiled shyly at Sam. "Sam, I don't need a castle. And plus, what about you? Who would you be, the jester?"
Sam guffawed. "Jester? Me?" A sly grin grew on Sam's face. "I know, I'd be..." then her grin faded and it seemed Sam bit her tongue. "I dunno." Suddenly she seemed uncomfortable, weird for the normally forthcoming journalist.
"Sam please, you know. What were you going to say?" Brooke pushed as she advanced on Sam.
Sam shrugged. "I dunno Brooke. What do you think I should be?"
"Good question. Hmmm. How about... MY princess! We can rule it together."
Sam smiled and stepped up to Brooke, her hand resting on Brooke's elbow, with her breath. "Funny, that's what I was thinking. Except I'm pretty sure that only one of us will be doing any ruling since I'd pretty much roll over on whatever you want." Sam's tongue popped out to lick her lips. Brooke didn't know what to make of the sudden situation. She could feel the heat pushing up from inside her, and felt the urge to kiss Sam. Such a slight touch and she was practically swooning!
The next thing Brooke knew her face was full of snow as Sam had face-washed her with the snow in her hand, then stepped back laughing hysterically.
Brooke's mouth opened in shock, and she rubbed the snow away with her mitt. She gave a half shriek. "OH MCPHERSON, you are SOOOO dead."
Sam laughed. "Bring it on Princess! You don't have your castle to hide in yet!" and took off running, Brooke in hot pursuit.