It was the happiest day of her life, she was sure of it. It was snowing, and that was her favorite. And also, the sun was shining so Mom let her go outside. With Eliot of course. For some reason, he didn't seem that happy about it.

"I wish Alec was coming!" she exclaimed, turning a cartwheel and laughing when the snow got past her gloves and down her sleeves. He wanted to play computer more than come outside. She thought he was crazy.

Eliot stomped after her, his hands shoved in his pockets. "Don't do that," he said. "You'll get all wet and cold."

Eliot was not in a mood to have fun. She'd have to change that. She grinned at him, her tongue poking at the new gap in the front of her smile and performed another cartwheel.

He just glared at her.

"Eliot, snow is fun," she reminded him.

"Will you just play or whatever so we can go back inside?"

She bounded over to him and tried to tug his hand out of his pocket. "Mom said to play with me," she insisted. She was sure he would have fun if he just tried.

"Stop!" he said, shaking her off. "Okay, what do you want to do?"

"Snow angels!" she squealed, plopping backwards in the snow.

"Seriously?" he said. She wasn't sure he was talking to her. But he plopped down next to her and waved his arms half-heartedly.

"Like this!" she said, flailing wildly.

"Hey!" he exclaimed, lifting an arm to shield his face from the flying snow.

"Sorry!" she said, hopping up to examine her creation. "Look how cool!"

He stood next to her. "It doesn't even look like anything," he said.

She frowned at him. "Alec says you have no 'magination."

"Oh yeah?"

"Yeah. And that you're like the fish on Nemo."

He grimaced. "That's dumb, Parker."

"See?" she giggled. "Mr. Grumpy Gills."

"Okay, that's it," he said, turning to chase her, but she was way ahead of him, her pink boots churning up snow as she ran across the yard. He bent down and scooped up a handful of snow, aiming carefully before lobbing it in a high arch toward her.

It hit her square in the back and she fell forward in a poof of snow and baby blue coat. She didn't pop back up and he stopped congratulating himself for his aim and ran over, worried he'd accidentally hurt her.

"Parker, are you -"

As soon as he was close enough, she sprang to her feet and shoved a handful of snow down the front of his coat before dancing away, laughing hysterically.

"Parker!"

A/N: Short, I know. Thanks for reading and reviewing, as always! And since I'll probably be taking a break until January, Merry Christmas! :)