Title: Jackets & Reese's
Pairings: Zade (ZoexWade) [because let's face it; they're just meant to be.]
Rating: T for suggestive dialogue
Summary: It was suppose to just be a simple favor to Lavon: Run the mayor's booth at Trick-or-Treat Street. Then Wade Kinsella showed up. ZoexWade/Halloween Fic
Disclaimer: I obviously don't own Hart of Dixie, but I don't want to ever be sued so I'll just type this anyways. Same goes for Reese's Peanut Butter Cups.
A cold wind bit at Zoe Hart's cheeks, weaving through her chocolate brown hair and leaving trails of goosebumps in its wake. A shiver rippled down her spine and she rubbed her hands together in a feeble attempt to warm herself up. The weather had dropped quite rapidly in the recent weeks and trees began shedding their colorful leaves of auburn, gold, and brown; clearly indicating that fall had finally arrived in the small town of Bluebell, Alabama. Tonight, on top of the chilling weather, the wind was restless and made the world around her seem much colder. She silently cursed herself for forgetting to bring a jacket. She sat on one of the metal foldaway chairs and wondered to herself how she even ended up where she was tonight.
"Oh yeah, because Lavon wouldn't leave me alone until I said yes." She answered herself bitterly in thought.
In the entire week prior to tonight, Lavon had appeared every morning at her doorstep, popped into her office at least twice everyday, and spent each evening begging her to run his stupid booth while he went up to Montgomery.
"I'm the mayor, I have to do something for Trick-or-Treat Street. Just do me a solid? I promised my little nieces and nephews that Uncle Lavon would visit and take them trick-or-treating." His big brown eyes looked at Zoe and waited for any sort of reaction or indication of an answer. After Zoe continued to stare at him without answering he let out a sigh, "What?"
"Trick-or-Treat Street?" She had asked with a look of confusion.
"It's something the people of Bluebell do for the kids. After they go do some trick-or-treating, they all come to the main street where the parents and older residents set up a mini fair kind of thing. Food, games, haunted houses, and of course the mayor -yours truly- has a booth."
Zoe set her coffee cup down on the ivory colored counter top and raised a perfectly plucked eyebrow. "What would I have to do?"
"So you'll do it?"
"Woah! Don't jump the gun there, It was just a question."
"Just hand out some candy to the kids that come up to the booth. Please?" He put on a sad face that she knew was an attempt to guilt her into surrendering.
Lucky for him, he had a pretty good puppy dog face. "Fine."
Zoe leaned forward and rested her elbows on the counter of the crimson and white booth (Alabama colors of course) and ran her fingers through her hair. A moment later, a little blond girl dressed up in a princess costume stepped up to the counter and looked up at Zoe with a shy smile. "Trick-or-treat?"
Zoe returned the smile and took a handful of Reese's Cups from the bright orange bowl sitting to her right, then placed them into the little girl's candy bag. "Happy Halloween, I like your costume."
The young girl giggled a 'thank you' and fidgeted with her gold colored dress before skipping back to her parents. It reminded Zoe of her own first Halloween. She had dressed up as a princess, like most girls that age. Although, back then she had strongly believed that she was actually a real princess. She remembered explaining to her mother that she someday would live in a huge castle, have maids to carry out her every whim, and of course the perfect, handsome Prince Charming who would sweep her off her feet. Then, like everyone else, she grew up and learned:
1. Castle's did not exist in America. They just didn't.
2. Maids get paid by the hour.
3. 'Prince Charming' is a lie that society made up to trick girls into thinking love is this super easy and magical thing that it really, truly isn't.
...Perhaps she was being a bit cynical about that last one.
Zoe decided to simply place the blame of her current sour mood solely on the weather. "Why didn't I bring a freaking jacket?" She mumbled, complaining once again.
"Aw, trouble in paradise Doc?"
Zoe looked up at the smirking face belonging to none other than Wade Kinsella. She attempted to make her eyes look as annoyed as possible, but it was either not clearly expressed or he was just immune to it, because he simply kept standing there with the same stupid grin. "Trouble? Pfft, I love spending my evenings alone, sitting at a booth in windy fifty degree weather-" The wind bellowed and she shuddered. "- without a jacket." She watched him pick up a Reese's Cup and begin to open the wrapper. "Hey, Don't eat those!"
"Why not?" He crumbled the orange paper up and shoved it in his jean pocket before plopping the chocolate and peanut butter flavored candy into his mouth.
He just loved challenging her every word - the satisfied smirk that he had told her that much. Ever since she had arrived in Bluebell, they had this weird relationship that was difficult to say the least. Sometimes she would think he was just some rude hick who only wanted to get in her pants. Then there were these rare moments when it looked like he actually did have a heart - where she once assumed was simply a black hole occupying his chest - and she would find a friend in him. This however, was not one of those rare moments.
"Because they're for Lavon's booth and-" She smacked his hand away from the bowl as he attempted to snatch another one. -"because I said so." He simply chuckled and run his hand through his blond hair. For some reason, this just irritated her further. It was the little things he did that rubbed her the wrong way. "What do you want, Wade?"
Wade opened his mouth to say something but she cut him off before he could, "And if it's sex, this conversation is officially over."
"Wasn't what I was going to say," He smirked and gave her a suggesting wink as he leaned over the counter. "But if you ever want 'that' then you know where to find me, neighbor."
"Oh believe me, I won't. Now what is it?"
Unscathed by her response, Wade hopped over the counter and into the small, square booth. "Figured I'd come by and keep you company since the Rammer Jammer is closed tonight."
"Aren't you sweet." She mumbled, her voice dripping with sarcasm. Although she would never in a million years admit it, Zoe was actually glad he was there and that she wouldn't be utterly alone for the rest of the night. It was sort of sweet, considering he just as easily could have gone to pick up one of his floozies or kick it at home. She watched him as he picked up one of the various foldaway chairs and set it up next to hers at the counter.
When he sat down, he caught her staring at him and snickered. "I know I'm good-looking, but try to keep yourself under control, kay Doc?"
Zoe failed in her attempt to repress a laugh and rolled her eyes. It was going to be a long night.
This chapter will be the shortest of the story. I apologize if it's not that great, but writing the first chapter is always the hardest for me lol.
Thank you for sticking through this chapter until the end! If you didn't like it, please review or message me on what I can do to improve it. I really want to make my writing better guys. If you liked it, hey, I could use a confidence boost(;
I more than likely will continue this and finish in about three chapters. This story won't be long - just a short little three-shot or four-shot.