Jill turned to Claire as she approached. "That's what you call a coat?" she asked.
Claire raised a brow. "It's better than just a sweater," she said.
"It's a vest, Claire...it doesn't even have sleeves," Jill said.
"It has a hood, and some pockets."
"It's not a coat!"
"No, because coats get way too warm and then you're stuck with them."
Jill rubbed her eyes. She felt like she was dealing with a child. "You and your brother are way too much alike," she said.
"I know, Chris is so stubborn," said Claire, looking to the Jeep.
"You're both stubborn!"
"Yeah, but I'm pretty."
"GAAAH!" Jill yelled in frustration. She reached down, formed a snowball, and threw it at Claire. They both started laughing, until Chris looked out the back window.
"Can't find it," he said.
"I know," Jill said.
Chris blinked. "How do you know?"
She reached in her pocket and pulled out the phone. "Because I've only just remembered that I had it on me the whole time."
"...Only JUST remembered?" Chris asked.
Jill grinned. "Well, okay, about five minutes ago," she said. Claire burst out laughing again, but Chris was entirely un-amused.
"You know it's freezing in here, right?" he said.
"It does look pretty chilly," said Jill. "Come on out, I'll call the towing company."
"Do you have their number?" asked Claire, trying to hold back her laugh but failing.
"Yes, Claire, I have their number...Because unlike the rest of you, I'm responsible," Jill said.
Claire grinned. "You don't have their number."
"Of course I don't."
"Great," said Claire. She pulled the hood over her head and stuck her hands into the vest pockets. "So, we call someone who can either get us or find us a number?" she suggested.
Jill nodded. "I'm calling Rebecca, she knows everything," she said.
The guys jumped out of the Jeep and walked over. "Nice coat," Chris said.
"You like it? It was on sale," she said.
"I don't like it. It looks useless," said Chris.
"Well that sucks...you bought it," Claire said.
"When was this?"
"That time I borrowed your credit card for groceries."
Leon sighed. "I'm getting the feeling our situation is just getting worse, now wouldn't be a good time for you guys to have one of those famous arguments," he said.
Chris and Claire both turned to face him. "Famous arguments?" asked Chris.
"You know...the sibling rivalry that shows its ugly head at the worst possible moments?" said Leon.
Jill turned away, trying to hear the phone better. Chris glared at Leon. "We do not have rivalry arguments," he said.
"Sure you do...you start it by either pointing out an immature flaw she's made, or she starts it by making fun of your constant need to be over-protective," said Leon.
"Are you calling me immature?" asked Claire.
"No, I'm just saying that's usually how it goes, it's common in a lot of siblings," he said.
"I do not constantly NEED to be over-protective," said Chris.
"Yeah, you do," said Claire.
Chris turned to face her. "No, I just constantly HAVE to be...Someone has to keep an eye on you," he said.
"What's that supposed to mean?" she asked.
"Oh come on...I know you're super smart and independent, but you have your moments," he said.
"Such as...?"
"Well, your lack of coat, for once," Chris said, flicking her hood.
She hit his hand away. "Okay, mister 'responsible'...When I asked you how the weather would be, did you once mention the word 'blizzard' or 'snow-storm'? No. You said it would be clear and sunny all weekend, and to pack lightly. Well, big-shot, this is how I pack lightly," she said.
"Guys, forget I said anything," said Leon, suddenly feeling like the temperature dropped even lower.
Chris shook his head and turned, walking away towards the other side of the road. "It's not like I could know! The forecast never called for a blizzard, so I just passed on the information I got. The rest of us brought coats and stuff IN CASE something happened. I mean, come on! You don't even have gloves!" he said.
"Why would I need gloves? I'm not driving," said Claire, walking towards him.
"If you had been driving, maybe you would've had a better car and NONE OF THIS SHIT WOULD'VE HAPPENED!" yelled Chris.
"STOP YELLING!" Claire yelled back.
Leon ran over, shaking his head. "Guys seriously, it's nothing to fight about! Let's just go back to hating me for my shitty car, and after someone sends a tow-truck we can all sit at Starbucks and laugh about it. How's that sound?" he said. He'd never been in such an awkward situation.
Jill put her phone away and looked over to them. "Christ, it's impossible to hear anything with you guys yelling so much! What the hell's going on?" she asked.
"Chris is a dick," Claire said.
"I'm not a dick, you're just irresponsible," Chris said.
Jill rolled her eyes once again. "Are they fighting again?" she asked Leon. He nodded, and she grinned. "Well, if anyone cares, I got a hold of Rebecca. She gave me the number for a local tow-truck, and they know where we are. The only problem is they can't get to us for about an hour or two. How good is your heater, Leon?"
"It'll last long enough," he said.
"Good. Let's just go sit in your car and wait for the truck. The Jeep's lights can stay on, even if it drains the battery...it'll give them a sort of beacon," Jill said.
Chris sighed. "I'm too tired, let's just call it even?" he said, looking to Claire.
"Fine by me," she said.
"Don't have to sound so mad about it," added Chris.
Claire shrugged. "I'm not mad," she said.
"You are."
"If you say so."
Leon stood by her side. "Come on, let's all go warm up in the car. We can pig out on chocolate bars for the next hour," he said. She nodded, and they started walking.
Chris scooped up some snow and formed a snowball. "Hey, Kennedy," he said.
"What?" Leon asked, looking back.
"I owe you this!" Chris said, throwing the snow in his face.
Leon stumbled back, slipping in the snow, and grabbed Claire's arm for support. Both of them just disappeared, leaving Chris and Jill standing there highly confused.