December Seventh
Snow
"Have you even seen snow?" Beck wonders. He's siting on his couch mindlessly playing with a lock of Jade's hair.
"Have you?" Jade asks, putting her book down to look at Beck.
"Yeah.. In Canada," Beck explains. Jade makes a face.
"Ugh. Canada," She scoffs.
"Well, have you seen snow?" Beck asks again.
"In TV shows and stuff. Never in real life," She answers truthfully.
She's a Californian girl, that's where she's lived forever.
"That's sad," Beck replies. "Snow is awesome."
"Why? From what I've seen on TV it's sticky and wet and cold and makes people trip and fall and die.. While the last part's pretty cool, the rest of it sounds pretty suckish," Jade rants.
"You kind of remind me of snow," Beck realizes, ignoring Jade's comment.
"Why the heck is that?" Jade asks, almost not wanting the answer.
"Well, when you look at snow," Beck begins, twisting Jade's hair in his hand playfully. "It's beautiful. But, when you go to pick it up, it feels so cold.. Like ice," Beck grins. "But it doesn't take long for the snow to melt at the warm touch of your hand.. And change into something so different."
Beck swears he sees Jade smile a bit until she covers it with her trademark scowl.
"And that describes me because?" Jade asks, rolling her eyes.
To answer, Beck simply leans in close, his lips only a centimeter away from her ear.
"And the longer that you stay the ice is melting," He sings softly.
He feels Jade's heart rate speed up a bit.
"Using my own song lyrics against me," She mumbles, trying (And failing) to be annoyed with the boy.
"And the pain feels okay, it feels okay.."Beck whispers.
Jade mumbles something incoherent before pushing her lips up to his.