Mikey shrugged. "What?" she said, adjusting her glasses and resisting the urge to pull her jacket tighter. November was a cold month.
"Well," Lindsey said, stepping in closer to Mikey, shielding her a little bit from the wind, "I guess you get points for remembering a hat," she tugged at Mikey's beanie, "but seriously, ever heard of mittens? Or scarves?"
Mikey smiled a little. "Like yours, you mean?" Lindsey was wrapped in a long multicolored, multi-patterned monstrosity that looked like it had been knitted by committee.
"Yes," Lindsey said, rolling her eyes, "like mine, or really like anything. I'm sure they make scarves that would go with that jacket."
"I don't think they make mittens that would work with my style, though," Mikey said, barely able to keep a straight face.
"Oh, your style, of course," Lindsey said, laughing openly now. "Well, if being practical offends your stylish sensibilities, I suppose I'll have to warm you up in other ways." With that, she pushed at Mikey's shoulders a little, until she had Mikey up against the wall.
Mikey gasped into the kiss and thought, hey, yeah, this'll work. She felt quite warm indeed.
When she got home that night, she found a bright red scarf in her pocket. Gerard looked at her funny when she started giggling in the kitchen, but shrugged and let it go. Mikey texted Lindsey fine you win and wore it proudly.
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Mikey shrugged. "What?" she said, adjusting her glasses and resisting the urge to pull her jacket tighter. November was a cold month.
"Well," Lindsey said, stepping in closer to Mikey, shielding her a little bit from the wind, "I guess you get points for remembering a hat," she tugged at Mikey's beanie, "but seriously, ever heard of mittens? Or scarves?"
Mikey smiled a little. "Like yours, you mean?" Lindsey was wrapped in a long multicolored, multi-patterned monstrosity that looked like it had been knitted by committee.
"Yes," Lindsey said, rolling her eyes, "like mine, or really like anything. I'm sure they make scarves that would go with that jacket."
"I don't think they make mittens that would work with my style, though," Mikey said, barely able to keep a straight face.
"Oh, your style, of course," Lindsey said, laughing openly now. "Well, if being practical offends your stylish sensibilities, I suppose I'll have to warm you up in other ways." With that, she pushed at Mikey's shoulders a little, until she had Mikey up against the wall.
Mikey gasped into the kiss and thought, hey, yeah, this'll work. She felt quite warm indeed.
When she got home that night, she found a bright red scarf in her pocket. Gerard looked at her funny when she started giggling in the kitchen, but shrugged and let it go. Mikey texted Lindsey fine you win and wore it proudly.