&& love, rosie

“this world may be confusing but i have to admit that i’d be tempted to stay just for the hot chocolate”

❝ i haven’t CELEBRATED christmas in such a long time that i almost forgot what it felt like… ❞ jason shared as he looked at the christmas tree in front of him, full of ugly and shiny ornaments. ❝ truth is, i still hate it. ❞

“No, we… We live at a camp”

“i’m not entirely sure.” spencer gave a soft laugh, “my girlfriend does most of the planning. at the moment, i have no idea about us doing anything other than this and gifts.” a small grin, “not too fond of winter.”

“ stop staring. someone’s gotta put the star on top of this tree! we need to have a proper christmas this year. it’s my first one in years. “

She quickly walked through the streets, jumping as she heard music and wondering where it came from. “Dad? Carl?” she yelled, hoping for one of them to reply in return. Letting out a shaken breath, she folded her arms and just stood there, wondering what to do next.

spencer had skipped the hot chocolate for coffee and was looking thoroughly miserable even as he had bundled up, having settled at a table in silence. he was missign las vegas (which was nothing new – he missed it every year this time of year). the man abhorred winter – the fact he lacked adequate body weight to insulate even a bit didn’t help either. it was only about 30 degrees, but it felt more like 12 to him. he’d never had much of a cold tolerance. 

“it’s not even winter yet and i’m cold–!” he muttered to himself, attempting to read, a task that was hindered with his gloves. he looked up as someone sat down, “merry nearly christmas.” he said, offering a smile to the other.

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teddy smiled and passed them both over to her, glad for the help he was getting. “thank you.” he watched as she moved, wanting to know how to do it himself next time, eager to learn more. maybe if he didn’t nap during muggle studies, he’d have learned a bit more.

“but i think that’s ACTUALLY me! i’m pretty sure that they’ve said my name at least 10 times in just one episode!”

“i don’t need a partner, and i don’t want a friend. my name says it all, pal. Solo.”

“what are these people watching?” maya asked the nearest person to her as she looked up at the screen and then with a blink of an eye her, riley, and the rest of the gang showed up on the tv at the restaurant. “why am i on tv? how am i here and on tv at the same time? god, i’m so confused!”

“I’m dead again, aren’t I?”

♫ ♪ “this is your fault, you can’t pretend, but i can’t say you’re not in my memories.” ♫ ♪ maya sang as her fingers strummed against the metal cords, missing the next chord, as she shook her head. “no, no, no.” she repeated herself as she lifted the guitar off her lap and placed it standing it up.  Closing her eyes out of frustration, as her free hand ran up against her blonde locks pushing them up. She had been working on this song for longer than she wanted to admit. 

“just outta the blue like that? that sounds kinda excitin’. still, i don’t know the last time i went ta a dance.” after all, back home she didn’t exactly have time to just go and socialize whenever. “nice to meetcha too love. tracer’s like my super hero name. i’ll my friends back home call me tracer, but lena’s my real name. a lotta people here ‘ave just been callin’ me lena, so you’re welcome to do that as well.” tracer was more fun of course, but she’d retake the nickname once she was actually out saving people again .her face scrunched up slightly. “it’s all ‘bout findin’ some man then? that doesn’t sound like a lot of fun. then again, babies are super cute, and the having a baby kinda makes ya cute by default.” she cocked her head, thinking with a small frown. “probably a little too busy home ta have a baby though.”