December Eighteenth
Cold
"I'm cold Beck, give me your jacket," Jade demands as they're walking down the streets of LA.
Beck's never really understood the boyfriend gives the girl the jacket concept, because all that does is transfer the cold-ness to him, but being the nice boyfriend he is, he removes his jacket handing it to Jade. She's wearing a tank top, so she definitely deserves it more than he does.
She slips the jacket on, not even giving him a 'thank you', not like he was expecting that or anything, but you never know.
He gives a small shiver as a chilly wind blows down the street. Jade frowns, feeling it through his hand. She scoots closer to him, hugging him a bit as if she's trying to keep him warm.
Beck doesn't mind in the slightest. He'd rather have this than a regular jacket any day.
"Babe, are you cold now?" Jade asks, her voice concerned. Beck shakes his head. Jade furrows her eyebrows, annoyed.
Beck grins at her show of concern, and loves the way she begins to speed up to get back to his car faster, as if she can't stand the thought of him being at all cold a moment longer.
Really though, for someone who's supposedly so cold, her heart seems to be pure warmth.