"You wanna go sledding this afternoon?"

Her boyfriends question takes her by surprise at first, but then she considers the source, and well, most things Jesse says on a daily basis are pretty damn weird, so maybe it isn't all that surprising that he's suggesting this.

"We live in Los Angeles," she deadpans.

"Yeah, so?"

"It's 70 degrees outside. I hate to to break it to you, Jess," she saunters her way slowly into their little apartment kitchen, sitting herself at the barstool behind the tiny island while Jesse prepared lunch for the two of them. "Snow isn't in the forecast today."

"Who says you need snow to go sledding?"

"Snow is a pretty necessary component to sledding, wouldn't you say?"

"Oh, Bec. There you go again." He's so dramatic. His back is facing her, but she can see his exact facial expression in her mind. "Always underestimating me."

He pushes her plate in front of her, but her eyes stay focused on him, trying to figure out what the hell he's got running through his mind. "Well, this oughta be good."

:::

"You want me to slide down this hill on a piece of cardboard?"

He just looks at her with that goofy grin and those wide eyes she's come to know so well. "Yeah."

"Not a chance in hell." She turns around with every intention of walking back to their car, but he grabs her arm to turn her back around before she can make it far enough.

"Bec, c'mon. It'll be fun." His eyes droop down like a puppy's and his mouth curves down into a pouty frown. "Please?"

She crosses her arms across her chest. Damn, Jesse and his way of always getting her to cave. "Fine. But just once."

He grins. "It won't be just one time once you try it."

"I won't do it all if you want to be a smart ass."

"Fair enough," he nods. "Let's go."

He brings her up to the top of the hill. She feels so stupid. There are people watching and her boyfriends making her slide down a hill on a piece of cardboard in attempt to go sledding.

It's so embarrassing.

He's brought a 'sled' big enough for the both them - Jesse never came unprepared, she had to give him that. She sits herself between his legs, him effectively behind her. His feet push against the ground until they've efficiently made their way to the bottom of the hill.

He stands up first, looking back up to the top of the hilly terrain. "What do you say to sliding down the hill…while standing up on the sled?"

This was going to be a long afternoon.