Prompt: "I made an EXTRA BIG snowball to throw at my friend, but I missed and accidentally hit you in the face instead while you were walking to class, and you slipped and FELL and I ran to your help… but also slipped and fell on top of you and we cannot stop laughing… Wow, your eyes are pretty." (College Setting)

"I'm gonna peg you in the face," Rick dared, pointing right at Wheatley as he held the snowball in his other hand.

Wheatley stuck his tongue out at his friend as he prepared his own snowball as swiftly as possible before Rick could throw his own.

He was not successful as a force equivalent to a baseball hit him right in the chest and knocked him back.

"Oof!"

His other friends, Craig and Kevin, couldn't help but laugh, and Wheatley diverted his snowball intended for Rick to Craig instead, getting him right in the arm.

"Ouch!" Craig turned to Wheatley with a sneer, as he seemed to not be ready for his friend to whack him in the arm. Bending down, he yelled to Kevin, "Get as much snow as you can! We're facing Wheatley and Rick."

"No!" Rick cried. "I'd rather go solo than fight with this guy."

"That's harsh, Rick. You could say it's… ice cold." Wheatley said those last words as he threw two snowballs at once, aiming for Rick.

"So that's how we're going to do this, then," Rick said, and the two prepared their weapons.

Wheatley had a massive snowball in mind. And really, he was quite proud of it. It was certainly going to be one that struck with full force and completely coated his friend with snow. He wasn't sure what Rick had in mind, but knowing him, it was probably the same thing.

His was ready first, and he took his aim.

"AHHHHHHHHH!" Throwing the snowball with all his might, Wheatley chucked it at Rick, who's eyes widened as he got out of the way.

Meaning it sailed right past him and at a young lady who was walking by.

Wheatley's hands went right to his mouth as he watched it dramatically hit her and then—!

She slipped on the ice of the pathway! Wheatley instantly broke into a run, going to her aid as his friends all watched, debating if they should help as well.

Wheatley was almost to the lady when his foot hit the pathway—which was not covered in snow, but rather, in ice.

"Oof!" "Ouch!"

They both yelled as Wheatley slipped and fell directly on top of the lady, who had just been sitting up to see if she if anything was injured or broken.

Wheatley instantly scrambled to his knees and opened his mouth to start saying a long list of apologies, but instead, he saw the lady smile and laugh, rocking back and forth as she did so.

Wheatley was stunned. He expected this person to start yelling and screaming, to start calling him out on what an idiot he was for not watching, or for throwing giant snowballs.

Instead, she was… laughing?

In return, Wheatley found himself nervously laughing, before breaking out in full and falling back onto the ground, not bothering with the thought of how ridiculous the whole scene must look to his friends.

After a couple minutes, they both settled down, and Wheatley began to dust off his coat, then moving to help the lady, who had stood up to begin cleaning off the entirety of the snowball. Gently brushing it out of her hair, he merely said, "I'm really sorry about that."

She shook her head. "It's fine."

Oh wow. Wheatley finally got a good look at her face as she looked up at him.

"Youhavereallyprettyeyes," Wheatley blurted out.

Her grin widened at the compliment. "My name is Chell, by the way. Chell Amos."

"Wheatley-" he began, but then, his friends called to him. "Are you gonna come back to our snowball fight or leaving?"

Rick was daring him. Ughh. Right when he was having a conversation with a pretty lady.

"I'll see you around?" Chell smiled, and Wheatley nodded. "Of course! See you around!"

He jogged back to Craig and Kevin, and the former was smirking.

"Her name is Chell!" Wheatley was the happiest either of them had ever seen. He was grinning excitedly, and his eyes were shining.

That was quickly going to change, with Rick preparing to slam-dunk a massive snowball on his head behind him.

Craig let out a laugh as the snowball made contact, and Wheatley whipped around, sputtering as snow got into his mouth and all over his hair.

"Ohh, you're so getting it."