Wonderful Christmastime || Sam & Faith
@samattheend
Another year, no snow. Well, pitiful snow. Wet and soggy and disgusting. This climate change-jazz is really starting to make Kansas weather behave like California weather, at least what Faith remembers of it.
So, this is how they're going to spend Christmas Eve. The boonies, literally 'out yonder' in a cemetery outside of town by what can only be described as a haunted lake. She's sitting on the hood of the GTO, one leg tucked beneath her, nursing the biggest gas station soda fountain drink you've ever seen while watching Sam's head and shoulders popping in and out of a grave about three yards off, bathed in headlights, "You sure you don't wanna tag me out? Feelin' kinda useless over here."
