02: Snowball Fights- Sam and Dakota

It was Dakota's first winter home after "Total Drama" and her traumatizing experience as a mutant monster. Needless to say, she was still adjusting to her home life. Her parents, when they were around, got her whatever she wanted, but all Dakota really craved was Sam. She missed him. He might live a twenty minute drive from her mansion in the country, but those twenty minutes felt like centuries when he was home during the week. The self-proclaimed nerd did try to be there for her though. Now that they were on Christmas break, he came over a lot more. Her parents were reluctant to accept him into the house at first, but his kindness and genuine personality won them over after the first week or two. They even offered him a room for the weekend, which he politely declined.

Dakota awoke one morning and saw it was snowing. At first, the startlingly white backdrop blinded her. She buried herself under the covers and groaned in disapproval. She heard her bedroom door open and one of the maids greet her as they fetched her laundry. The heiress mumbled a reply and reluctantly sat up. Her choppy blonde hair stuck up in all directions and her lightly tanned skin contrasted the pale pink covers nicely. She rubbed her light green eyes and sighed. She hoped it wasn't snowing too heavily out. If it was, the roads would be too bad for Sam to come over and watch movies with in her parents' Cineplex in the basement.

The young lady tossed on her fluffy pink robe and shuffled downstairs, hoping her four little brothers were playing video games or doing something else that killed brain cells. Her elder sister Tiffany would likely be at work, along with their parents, so it would just be the five younger Miltons till dinner.

She spotted her brothers crowded around the big screen TV, their blonde heads fixated on the screen, and she shook her head. No wonder Sam liked her brothers, they were like little clones of him. "Morning twerps," she greeted with a yawn as she went to the kitchen to make some coffee and grab a bran muffin.

"Morning mutant," they replied in unison. When she was getting treatment for her radiation poisoning, the boys would ask her all kinds of questions on what it was like. At least Sam had restrained himself in that manner.

Just as the coffee perked, the doorbell rang. Knowing the boys probably hadn't even heard it Dakota dragged herself to the door and peeked through the peep hole. She grinned as she opened the door.

"What are you doing here so early?" she asked, trying to hide her delight. It still felt odd to be in a relationship with Sam sometimes and it was hard to know how to act around him. Usually when she dated a guy, they expected her to be a certain way. With Sam, he liked her as she was, but sometimes she wasn't sure who that was exactly.

Sam smirked and stuffed his hands in his coat pocket as snowflakes caught in his curly brown hair. "It's twelve o'clock Dakota, you've been sleeping all morning," he teased.

She flushed and ran a hand through her hair. "Really? I must have been pretty tired." The doctors said she would have effects from the mutation, but they weren't exactly sure what. Perhaps tiredness was one of them. "Anyway, what are you doing here? I thought you might have plans, or the roads were bad or something . . ." she trailed off. Sam was the only guy that could make her this shy and man, she hated it when she was half asleep.

Her boyfriend chuckled and shifted from foot to foot. "It's the first snowfall of the season. As tradition in my family, we usually have a snowball fight."

Dakota raised a pale eyebrow. "What does that have to do with me?"

"Get your coat on Dakota, we've having a snowball fight!"

"Oh no. No, no, no, no. I do not do snowball fights. Nope, no way," she shook her head, crossing her arms stubbornly across her chest as her voice took on that spoiled brat tone she had worked to get rid of.

Sam was used to it though and he wasn't fazed. "Come on Dakota, it is fun! You can't stay inside all day in your pyjamas," he insisted.

"I can think of one hundred things I can think of that would be much better than a snowball fight," she replied curtly. She really should have had that first cup of coffee. It would make things so much easier right now.

Her boyfriend stepped forward so he was nearly inside the hour. He took one of her hands in his gloved one and smiled. "But there will be hot chocolate after, and we can curl up in one of those huge blankets and watch movies."

While that did sound tempted, she shook her head. "We could do that now though, if you just came inside," she pointed out. "Skip the whole getting cold part."

Before Sam could reply, her four brothers, in jackets and boots, rushed out past them and jumped in the snow. "Snow ball fight!" they declared and began to pelt each other, and Sam and Dakota. Dakota let out a blood curdling scream when snow slipped down her robe, giving her enough reason to march into the snow, slippers and all, and give her brothers face washes in the snow. The boys teamed up on her and soon Sam "rescued" her by picking the boys up by their ankles and tossing them into a snow bank.

By the end, all of them were freezing but laughing. Dakota was positive she was going to catch cold, but the thought didn't bother her as much as it originally had. Now, she had every reason to use Sam as a mattress and pillow as they reclined on the couch together. The gamer had his head at one end of the couch, his feet at the other, with Dakota overtop with the comforter from her bed overtop them both. Sam's glasses, still foggy and clumped with snowflakes, were on the table where their hot chocolate rested a few inches away. Instead of going back to their game, put on "How the Grinch Stole Christmas" and dragged pillows to the floor so they could watch comfortably. Dakota let them make popcorn for lunch and as the movie played, she began to think Sam had some pretty good ideas.

The brunette's hand ran through her snowy hair lightly and her gaze drifted from the movie to him. While his eyesight was poor, it was kind of hard to miss what was going on when the screen was so big. She watched as his dark eyes followed the movements and felt her head shake when he laughed at a particular scene. For the first time in her life, she thought about what she wanted her future to be, like actually really thought on it, and realized she wouldn't be too heartbroken if it was something like this; with Sam as her husband and a couple of kids all watching Christmas movies. Yeah, she could get used to the idea.