As the tiny white flakes began to fall from the sky and land on the ground, Hilary narrowed her eyes and let out a quiet, though obviously aggravated, huff.

The young woman absolutely hated this season. It was cold and dreary and mournful. Hilary hated having to bundle herself up in sweaters and jackets. She could never understand how other girls fussed over the cold weather and so joyfully celebrated the death of summer. Pumpkin flavored coffees and cute boots meant nothing to Hilary if she couldn't run around outside in the sunshine.

She allowed her jewel toned eyes to wander up towards the sky, which was a smoky gray color. Hilary stuck her tongue out in disgust and finally stepped away from the window, no longer being able to stand looking out into the nearly depressing outdoors.

"Hil! Hil! It's snowing outside!"

At this, Hilary groaned and rolled her eyes. Tyson was bounding down the stairs, his feet pounding each and every step they landed on. Unlike her, Tyson loved each and every season and never had a complaint. About anything, actually. Unless he was hungry. Then the young man complained an awful lot.

"I know, I see it," Hilary grumbled.

"Aw, you're not excited?" Tyson murmured.

"You know that I hate the winter," Hilary sighed. "It's cold and dreary and…ugh. The snow goes everywhere!"

"Hey, you don't have to shovel it," Tyson reasoned. "I do!"

"You know that I feel about that," Hilary breathed.

"No," Tyson replied honestly. "How?"

Hilary bit her lip and glared at Tyson, resisting the urge to smack the handsome boy upside the head. "I always end up feeling bad and helping you out anyway! Even though I hate, hate, hate the stupid snow."

"Aw, but Hilary, the snow is so much fun!" Tyson pushed. "It's cold and mushy and awesome! I've always loved the snow."

"Well, there's something you and I don't have in common," Hilary huffed, brushing past Tyson and marching into the kitchen. The bluish raven haired boy raised an eyebrow and quickly followed after his girlfriend, not wanting to let her out of his sight for too long. Because when did that, that's when the trouble always started.

"But…we have so much in common!" Tyson cried. "How can we only have one thing not in common?"

"Because we're regular human beings," Hilary lamely replied. "We're gonna have some differences, you know. The fact that I hate winter and you don't just so happens to be one of those things. It's not a big deal."

To Tyson, however, it was. Everyone always told him that opposites attracted, and that's why he and Hilary were so good together. To be honest, however, he didn't see many differences between the two of them. He thought they were more alike than anything. Both were kind and caring, though stubborn and a little hard headed. Hilary had more a hot streak than Tyson, but that didn't mean much to him. He didn't really think that made them complete opposites. They were more alike than they were different.

Besides, Tyson didn't like it when Hilary was all sad and disappointed anyway. And it was obvious the snow didn't make her happy. Or winter in general. And Tyson, being the sweet boyfriend that he was, didn't want to see his beloved girlfriend in such a sad state for an entire season.

He also knew his sanity couldn't handle it.

"Come on," Tyson urged, running up to Hilary and grabbing the bewildered young woman's hand.

"Come on where?" Hilary murmured.

"Outside," Tyson replied easily. "We're going to play in the snow."

"No!" Hilary refuted, tearing her hand away from Tyson's.

"It'll be fun!" Tyson tried.

"No it won't!" Hilary argued. "It's cold and wet and gross! Plus, I'm not some five year old little kid! What do you expect me to do? Build a snowman?"

"Yes."

"No."

"Hey, snowmen are a kind, caring people who have never done anything to hurt anyone," Tyson huffed playfully. Hilary's mouth betrayed her and bent into a smile, which she quickly tried (and failed) to cover with her hand. "Got you!"

"No you didn't," Hilary grumbled, finally forcing her mouth back into a frown. "I'm not going to play in the lousy snow."

"Yes you are."

"Nope."

"I'm going to get your jacket," Tyson announced in a sing song voice, striding towards the coat rack by the front door.

"You can get whatever you want to get," Hilary called. "I'm still not going outside."

Tyson soon enough returned with Hilary's red jacket, but the she still wasn't ready to budge. Even when Tyson threw the coat at her, she didn't move. She just let the garment hit her before falling listlessly to the floor.

"I thought you said you weren't a little kid," Tyson mused.

"I'm not."

"Then why are you standing there pouting?"

Hilary scowled and bit her lip. She absolutely hated it when Tyson got the upper hand on her. Wasn't the boy supposed to be dense? He barely knew how to cut his food, but when he wanted to get under Hilary's skin, he suddenly became a total smartass. It was such an enigma that not even Hilary could begin to figure it out.

"I got you, didn't I?" Tyson asked, sounding rather pleased with himself.

"I refuse to respond to that."

"I'm not going to leave you alone until you put on your jacket and you come outside with me," Tyson warned.

At this, Hilary looked over her shoulder and glared at her boyfriend. "Who's acting like a little kid now?"

"I don't deny it, unlike some people in this house."

Growling, Hilary finally bent down and picked up her coat, throwing it on over her cream colored sweater. She zipped up the form fitted outer garment and stormed towards the front door, intentionally pushing Tyson out of the way. He was in the middle of putting on his own black coat, but fortunately for him, he was a solid young man who couldn't be toppled over, even by Hilary's surprising amount of strength.

Once his coat was fully on, Tyson marched towards the front door and pulled it open, acting like a gentleman as he bowed and allowed Hilary to exit first.

"I'm not thanking you, either," Hilary announced, stomping right outside.

"I wasn't really expecting you to," Tyson quipped with a small chuckle.

As he closed the door behind him, Hilary stood in the middle of the front lawn and stared up at the sky, which was still dark and dreary. The tiny snowflakes, which had been falling for several hours now, were finally beginning to increase in size and severity. The little flurries were quickly picking up, and it wasn't long before Hilary could no longer see the sky at all. Just a solid stretch of pure white haze.

"Isn't it pretty?"

Hilary winced and looked over her shoulder, where she found Tyson staring up at the sky himself.

"I mean, I usually hesitate to use the word 'pretty,'" Tyson continued, his brow furrowing in contemplation. "But still."

"You never hesitate to use that word on me," Hilary purred, watching on in amusement as Tyson's cheeks turned a delicate shade of pink.

"I'm a man of few words, not a liar."

"Okay, well that entire statement is a lie, because you're certainly not a 'man of few words,'" Hilary quipped.

Tyson rolled his eyes, but smirked as he did so to show Hilary he was just being playful. "Look, the ground is really starting to get covered!"

Hilary looked down by her feet, which were covered by a pair of black leather boots, and found that the frosty white was, in fact, building. If anything, this only gave her a larger sense of disgust.

"There's not even enough here to attempt to make a snowman," Hilary muttered. "Honestly, Tyson, this is so stupid. Why did you make me come out here?"

Before Hilary knew it, she was being tackled into the thin layer of snow, and as soon as she managed to look up, she found herself face to face with a grinning Tyson.

"What's the big idea?!" Hilary demanded, trying to push the teen off of her.

"Are we having fun yet?" Tyson chuckled.

"NO!" Hilary shouted, smacking Tyson's shoulder repeatedly. "Get off of me!"

"Come on!" Tyson laughed, rolling over onto his own back so Hilary was now lying on top of him. She was officially red in the face, and he wasn't sure if it was from embarrassment or anger. "You're just trying not to have fun!"

"That's the stupidest thing I've ever heard," Hilary muttered, punching Tyson's shoulder again before getting to her feet. Once she was up, she began to dust the snow off of her jacket and pants with fervent effort.

And that's when she got hit in the back of the head with a very crude snowball.

Narrowing her eyes, Hilary looked slowly over her shoulder and snarled at Tyson, who was smiling cheekily at her.

"Are we having fun now?" Tyson quipped.

"I don't know," Hilary warbled, quickly reaching down and scooping up her own lame snowball, "you tell me!"

She hocked it at Tyson's face, and it made direct contact, earning a delighted giggle from the teenage girl who had thrown it. Quickly wiping the frost off of his face, Tyson playfully glowered at his girlfriend, who suddenly looked a little humbled.

"Oh, you're going to pay for that," Tyson threatened, bending down to gather more snow.

"Not if I get you first!" Hilary bit back, bending down shortly after to collect her own snow.

She may not have realized it, at least not at the moment, but Hilary was having a lot of fun playing outside in the snow with Tyson. Everything with him seemed to be fun.

Even if it involved the cold, dreary winter.