Nimbostratus: (n.) Clouds at a low level altitude, in which snow or rain will fall.
Characters: Danny, Sam, Tucker, Jazz
Genre: Humour/Friendship/Romance
Rating: T
Pairing: Implied Danny/Sam and Tucker/Jazz
Summary: Four teens have some fun in the snow.
It had been totally and completely, unexpected. The day, or morning, in which little children cheer and get anxious to play out side. Dreams of fights and snowmen-to-be planted firmly in their impressionable minds.
Now, Danny Fenton was no child, but he still couldn't deny the bubbling happiness and excitement in his gut when he looked outside this morning. A layer of white, crystallized snow was on the ground, and more falling from the sky. Large, fluffy and marshmallow looking flakes kept on falling, gathering into piles of snow that just dared you to jump into them.
Leaning his forehead against the window, Danny let out a breath, warm air pushing out of his mouth and creating a film of fog over the window. Pressing his hands against the cool surface, he created two identical hand prints. He continued staring out the window, watching as brave, choice citizens decided to venture out into the snowstorm and start tackling their driveways with steel, grey shovels.
Grinning, he propelled himself away from the window and quickly scanned his room for a clean pair of jeans and shirt. Racing the clock, Danny found some useable clothing and hastily got changed.
Racing out of his room, still smiling ear to ear, he slid down the hallway in sock covered feet and jumped down the stairs two at a time. Casually striding into the kitchen, a hopeful look on his features, the young teen sat down at the kitchen table beside Jazz, watching as his mother served breakfast.
"Morning sweetie, here's some breakfast. You'll need it to keep warm on your walk to school today."
Danny glanced up at his mother, she was smiling happily, a furry parka over top her standard blue jumpsuit. Meanwhile, his grin wavered, the impact of what she had said sinking into his mind. ...walk to school today. Damn, he was sure by the amount of snow on the ground that there wasn't going to be any school.
Sparing a glance at his sister, he noted that Jazz was shaking her head at the scowl on his face. Rolling her eyes, Jazz turned back to the book in front of her and sipped from a blue glass in her hand, trying to hide a grin.
Danny's eyebrows knit together as he watched his sisters actions. After putting the deep blue mug down, wisps of steam rising from the surface, she still had a grin on her face.
"If there was, school today."
The boy turned to his mother as she placed a bowl of oatmeal in-front of him.
Was, school? Wait, that means...
His face lit up in recognition and the jumpsuit clad woman smiled widely, then turned to go fetch her husband who was down in the lab.
"Yes Danny, there isn't any school today, now eat up. I want to wash the dishes before I and your father go out to look for ghosts." She called from the stairs.
Danny did a mental victory dance inside his head before looking down at his oatmeal. It was slightly green, without commenting he sneaked the bowl from the table and phased it through the wall, dumping the contents to the ground as his mothers back was turned. He figured the snow would cover up the oatmeal before any evidence was left over. Placing the bowl in the sink, he slid into the hallway, grabbing the phone that was sitting on a table.
Rapidly pressing buttons he knew off by heart, Danny waited for the person on the other end to answer. After two rings a beep was heard.
"Dude, snow-day! Can you believe it?"
Danny laughed at the excited tone in Tuckers voice. "I know what you mean, conference in Sam will you?"
"No problem, just a sec."
The black haired boy waited for his other best friend to answer the phone with a baited breath.
"Hello?" Came a sleepy, rough voice. Undeniably Sam.
Swallowing, Danny acknowledged her.
"Morning Sam," he began hesitantly, "It's a snow-day, meet me and Tucker in the park?"
"Seriously? Awesome! I'll meet you guys in half an hour!" She sounded energetic as ever, not tired as before.
Grinning, Danny hung up and started talking to Tucker again.
"Hey man, meet me and Sam at the park in half an hour?"
"Of course! See you guys there!"
As Tucker hung up, Danny placed the phone back on the charger and went towards the closet beside the front door to raid for mittens, a hat, boots and his jacket. Opening the door, he pulled on the hanging light switch and squinted at the invading light.
Summing up the room, he spotted a box high up on a shelf that had been recently opened that held all the family's miscellaneous winter items. His mother must have already been in here. Walking towards the shelf, he stretched up and pulled the box down, blowing a coating of dust off the cardboard.
Setting it down, Danny rummaged through the old taped up box, picking through mittens and gloves until he found a suitable pair. A pair of knitted red gloves and a red hat to match. Grinning, he spotted an old hat of Jazz's that had blue, green and purple stripes with fleece flowers sewed on. Kicking the box next to the wall and clicking off the light, he brought the needed items out towards the doorway and got his boots and coat together.
Just as Jazz walked into the living room, Danny raced over towards her and pulled the old hat over her orange hair. She squeaked in protest.
"Little brother! What in the hell do you think your doing?"
She gazed at him, hands on her hips, eyes blazing and a frown on her face. Her usual stare would have worn him down into telling her, but he couldn't take her seriously in that hat.
Chuckling he explained.
"Me, Sam and Tucker are going to the park. I needed to get some mittens and a hat." He said, showing the red items in his hands.
"Aren't you three a little old to be playing in the snow?" She asked with a smirk.
Danny scoffed. "How could you say that? Don't you have that little kid part still inside of you that wants to play in the snow on a snow day? I was actually going to ask if you wanted to come along..."
Jazz smiled at that and readjusted the hat on her head. "Am I qualified enough?" She enquired, pointing to the blue, green and purple hat.
Danny raised an eyebrow, examining her with a hand on his chin. "Perfect."
They had made it to the park not fifteen minutes later, bundled up in down jackets and warm winter hats. Danny had also brought a sled he had dug out of the garage that had been gathering dust.
The whole park was covered in a blanket of white heaven. The trees branches bending from the weight of all the snow, swings frozen in place. In all, it was a silent and eerily beautiful place. Until Danny had engaged in a snowball fight.
Before Sam and Tucker had arrived, he had turned invisible and hid behind Jazz, waiting to attack as she kept watch on the sled, on top of the hill they were standing upon.
When his best friends had approached, questioning Jazz to where he was, he had slowly floated above his sister, two snowballs in hand and pelted them right at Tucker and Sam.
He had laughed at the look of horror on their faces when the white snowballs of death had made impact. Tucker got hit on the top of the head, almost pulling the hat off his head. The snowball that hit Sam had been way funnier, he had to land back on the ground and lean against his knees to stop collapsing from laughter.
Sam had started screeching, yelling something about 'cold' over and over again. Turns out the snow had hit her neck and fell down into her shirt, slowly melting.
After she gotten the now tiny ball of snow out from under her jacket, Sam stalked over towards him in the snow and grinned ruefully.
"Daniel. Fenton. You're going to pay for that." She ground out in a low tone, before crouching down and packing a ball of snow together with gloved hands and nailing it towards his head.
He barely had enough time to take a breath when the fluffy snow clouded over his eyes and face. Unfortunately, some of the snow had flew into his mouth and he had to spit and wipe the snow off his face.
His three companions however, were laughing their asses off at his expense. While they were distracted, he turned invisible again, grinning wickedly at their giggling.
Sam was the first to notice, as he lifted a pile of snow into the air and flew over their heads. She was frozen in place, gazing intently at the floating pile of snow.
"Uh..guys?" She managed to stutter out, gathering Tucker and Jazz's attention towards the looming ball of snow, just as he spread his arms apart, letting it fall on their heads with a satisfied feeling.
Danny watched as they all let out shrieks, smiling as Tucker, somehow, gave the highest and most girlish scream of terror, more so than the girls, at their impending doom.
Reappearing back into existence, he flew back towards his friends and sister. Landing down beside Tucker, as his friend wiped the snow away.
Danny wrapped an arm around his neck.
"Very manly dude. Very."
Tucker folded his arms across his chest, frowning.
"Re-quoting Sam, you will pay for that."
Shrugging, he looked over at the two females of the group, watching slightly amused as they got rid of the snow and cursed him the the depths of hell.
Sam glanced up and glared at him before covering her mouth with a mitten and whispering something in his sisters ear.
Jazz's eyes lit up in mischief as she nodded animatedly to what Sam was saying, giving him a grin when the goth girl beside her turned away, her shoulders shaking in laughter.
His eyebrows narrowed. "What did you tell her?"
Sam raised her eyebrows in an attempt to appear innocent. "Oh, nothing much," She began casually. "Just telling old Jazz here about some old pictures I have of you and Tucker, consider it blackmail. You throw another snowball, you shall be humilified!"
Danny scowled, but an idea took form in his mind. "You know I could just fly over to your house and steal the picture, right?"
The girl looked crestfallen. "Damn, I was hoping you wouldn't think of that."
He flashed a smile. "I am smarter than I look you know! But I have a way we can work this out. Snowball war."
Sam pursed her lips together, a fire lighting in her eyes. Stalking over to him, she raised a mitten clad hand.
"I accept your challenge. But on one condition."
Danny nodded. "You name it."
"No. Ghost powers. Allowed." She answered, emphasizing her words, knowing full well Danny would try to cheat.
Sighing, the boy who looked like a firetruck mutely agreed and shook her extended hand.
"Your on."
It was around two hours later that the boys signalled defeat.
They had all put up a good fight, carefully aiming and constructing snowballs to be shot at each other. Somehow Danny and Tucker had ended up on one team and Jazz and Sam on the other. Danny was surprised how well they got along, he didn't think that Sam and Jazz liked each other that much. Well, he was certainly dead wrong.
Both of them had a system, one would make the snowballs and then the other would throw, then they rotated the actions. Which ultimately, led to his and Tuckers defeat.
It was embarrassing to watch the girls high five, yell and jump for joy at their victory. He and Tucker sulked in the snow, murmuring how it wasn't fair and that they had an advantage.
Sam had questioned him on that. "We, have the advantage? Your the boy with ghost powers and you say we have the advantage?"
"But you said I wasn't allowed to use my powers."
"It was a rule, I didn't actually think you'd follow it."
Danny groaned and rubbed a red hand over his face in exasperation.
Sam and Jazz high-fived yet again, the latter dissolving into giggles. But she bounced back quick. Sneakily glancing at Sam, she motioned to the boys, nudging the girl in the side.
"Hey, since the boys lost in a major defeat, don't you think they should treat us to some hot chocolate?"
Sam's eyes lit up. "Why Jazz, I think that would be a divine idea!"
The two boys sitting on the ground scowled, groaning loudly.
"Careful Danny, if you keep frowning like that, your face could get stuck that way."
Danny stared up at his goth friend, not admiring her cheekiness.
"I'll show you 'stuck that way'!" He announced, pouncing up from his spot in the cold snow.
Sam didn't even have time to blink as he jumped towards her, sending them both crashing into a pile of snow, tumbling down the top of the semi-hill they were previously on.
Danny could hear the barely audible gasp she had let out in protest as they rolled down the hill, snow flying every which way. It was like a fluffy blanket, cushioning their rotations.
She had squeezed her eyes shut and kept her hands clutched together next to his chest as he wrapped his arms around her. When they finished their twenty second tumble down the hill, Danny could feel the dizziness starting to set in.
Sam opened her eyes to see a cross-eyed boy, mouth slightly ajar. She laughed, bringing a hand up to her mouth to try and stop the noise. Danny shook his head, focusing his eyes on the girl laying beside him.
She was covered in snow, tiny flakes caught in her lashes. Danny grinned while admiring her, a light flush flowing to his cheeks to match the identical look on Sam's face. Said girl glanced upon his face, a slight dazed look in her eyes, purple lips parted.
Danny could feel her breath coming out in small puffs, and saw the wisps coming from her mouth, mirroring his ghost sense. There was a nagging voice in his mind, telling him what he should have done awhile ago.
Kiss her...
Whether it was the intense gaze of hers or the appealing epiphany situated in his mind, he leaned forward an inch, as if brainwashed. He saw Sam blink for a moment, before her eyes clouded over and she sucked in an expectant breath.
Danny's lip were almost settled upon Sam's when her eyelids fluttered closed But, as the universe hated him in a cruel, cruel way, Jazz and Tucker took that exact moment to come sliding down the hill on the sled he had brought. He could hear their laughter echoing down the hill.
Before they got to the bottom, Danny, with mixed emotions, nudged Sam. Her eyes popped open and she looked confused and a quick flash of hurt filtering across her face. Danny internally cringed, before nodding his head towards the pair hurdling towards them in the sled, but not without regrets of his own.
Sam nodded in understanding, as Danny reluctantly pulled his arms away from her and pushed him self into an upright position, Sam doing the same.
The pair sitting in the snow put on false smiles as Jazz and Tucker met them at the bottom.
Danny merely raised an eyebrow at the pair, hands positioned behind him.
Jazz had been sitting behind Tucker arms wrapped around his waist, laughing as they flew down the hill. Tucker had gotten up first and had bowed playfully, pulling her up after. The girl still clad in the flower covered hat giggled, tugging Tucker over towards Danny and Sam.
Said couple sitting in the snow, exchanged glances, mixed with the same amount of confusion and shock.
As Jazz came bounding up towards the two, a concerned flash crossed her face.
"Are you guys okay? It looked like you two were unconscious at the bottom of the hill, barely moving."
Tucker came up behind Jazz, a smug grin on his face.
"Getting comfy, you two?"
Danny rolled his eyes at his friends accusation, swallowing the lump forming in the back of his throat at the same time. He anxiously rubbed the back of his neck with a glove.
"Uh-
"Were fine Jazz. Tucker, shut up."
Danny turned towards Sam, she had a light flush still on her cheeks, but was still able to push out a hasty excuse. He grinned as she caught him looking at her, from the corner of her eye. Giving a quick wink before jumping up out of the snow.
The boy still settled in the snow blinked a few times, letting out a half snort, half laugh, slowly dragging himself to his feet.
"Well that's a relief," Jazz uttered with a sigh, "I thought something bad had happened. Plus, I'm starting to get a little chilly, why don't we go get that hot chocolate now?"
Tucker's lips curled up. "I know a way I could warm you up honey. And It sure doesn't involve hot chocolate."
Jazz blinked a few times, slowly turning towards Tucker then back to Danny and Sam. She rolled her eyes with a grin, crossing her arms.
"Leave that to these two. I think they were getting cozy enough before we interrupted."
Tucker smiled, an amused edge to his voice. "I was joking! Come on," he said in a defeated tone, "lets go get that hot chocolate."
Jazz and Tucker trudged through the snow, conspicuously chatting, leaving Danny and Sam in the dust.
Danny stared at his sister and best friend walking away, frozen in place.
"Did they just flirt. With each other?"
Sam grinned at the blue eyed boy beside her, rolling her eyes at the amount of shock in his voice.
She grabbed his glove clad hand and started pulling him along, trailing the other two.
"Come on lover-boy, lets go get some hot chocolate."
A/N: I think this chapter was required, considering the weather outside.
This chapter is actually the longest yet (and one of my favourites!), over 3000 words. I was trying to work on my descriptiveness, I hope you guys enjoyed :)