"Thanks for coming and hanging out with me, Cat," Marinette said, giving her best friend a hug as she stepped outside from sewing class. "I would have come gotten you anyway. So, what did you make today?" Marinette laughed. "Like I would tell you! You know I'm working on your Christmas present!"
"Please? Just a little hint?" Marinette sighed, how could she, or anyone for that matter, resist those beautiful green eyes? "Okay, because your so cute, I'll give you one hint." "Yay!" "One. Its soft and pink." "Soft and pink, huh? Toy mouse?" he asked, hopefully. "You'll just have to wait for Christmas, Kitty."
Marinette's breath came out in little clouds, and she tried not to shiver. But it was cold today! Already, the sun was low in the sky. But she wanted to spend as much time as possible in the fresh air. Grabbing Cat's hand, she pulled him in a different direction that led to home. "Let's go to the park," she told him.
Marinette loved the small park, with its small woods, where she would spend hours sketching. The lucky red birds lived in the woods, and Marinette loved their cheerful songs. Cat opened the small iron gate, and Marinette walked through. The snow was perfectly fluffy, and she turned to her best friend.
"Have you ever made snow angels, love?" "Aw, that's sweet, Princess. Calling me an angel." "No, you goof! A snow angel. Here, I'll demonstrate."
setting aside her things, Marinette flopped down on her back, weaving her arms and legs up and down. Then, carefully, she stood up. "See, a snow angels. Come on, we'll both do it together!"
On the count of three, both flopped into the snow, suddenly bursting into giggles. "This is fun!" Cat said, delightedly, and Marinette sighed happily. She loved making him happy, even if it was silly things, like this.
After they stood up, Cat's eyes took on a wicked gleam as he eyed up a snow pile. "Cat, what are you…" Marinette's voice trailed away as Cat took a running leap. Whump!
Cat disappeared into the snow with a shower of flurries, the only thing visible was his tail. Marinette doubled over in laughter at his silliness. "Now, that's what I call a belly flop," she laughed, eyes sparkling as she helped him out of the pile.
By now, the shadows were lengthening, and the streetlamps were casting a yellow glow over the snow. It was time to go home.
Mama Cheng was waiting with hot coca, and while Cat and Marinette waited for supper, they both fell asleep, leaning against each other. Dreaming of belly flops and snowballs, and of course, each other.