Festivus in July, Fandom High front lawn, Friday afternoon

[auroryborealis.livejournal.com]

Sometime during morning workshops, when no one was paying nearly enough attention except those concerned, the Fandom High schoolgrounds had filled with snow.

For the record, "those concerned" meant Rory Gilmore and several dozen snow cone distributors from the mainland. But who wants to ruin the illusion? Students who were curious might assume that it was simply a Festivus in July miracle, or some such.

In the middle of the lawn stood a bare, aluminum pole. Festivus tradition, you know.

[Yes, the schoolgrounds have snow. I'm weathermodding and saying it's cool enough today through this evening for it to stick, and it'll melt overnight. And yes, we're having Festivus in July. For those not in the know, here is a handy Wiki link! Please wait for OCD. Up, yay!]

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Re: Non-Festivus things

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

Possibly Greg might have had a point. Not that Isabel would admit that right away. She stalled. Grabbing a handful of snow she tossed it at him.

Re: Non-Festivus things

[like-a-sponge.livejournal.com]

"Eep."

Now Greg had a face full of snow. He retaliated by flinging a handfu; back at her.

Re: Non-Festivus things

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

Isabel dodged and managed to avoid getting snow in her face. It landed in her lap instead. She was wearing shorts. It was cold. "Yikes!"

Re: Non-Festivus things

[like-a-sponge.livejournal.com]

"Sorry."

He didn't look very sorry.

Re: Non-Festivus things

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

"I bet," she grinned. "Truce?" Without waiting for an answer she climbed to her feet and held out her hand.

Re: Non-Festivus things

[like-a-sponge.livejournal.com]

Greg amiably got to his feet and shook her hand. "Truce."

And then he pulled her into a kiss. Because he is oh-so-smooth like that.

Re: Non-Festivus things

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

Isabel's really not going to complain about kisses ever. She happily kissed him back.