Damn, balls, damn.

[fucktonofcoffee]

Who: Deb and open. Multiple threads encouraged.
What: Miami girl hates the snow
When: Morning.
Where: The porch of the boarding house.

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[derek_morgan]

"You kiss your mama with that mouth?" Derek asked through a fiendish grin before pelting the little girl on the porch with a snow ball. She didn't look familiar but then again, no one here did. This definitely wasn't Chicago but he liked it all the same. Maybe even better.

The ten year old was small for his age and hardly bigger than the girl who more than likely was younger than him. He didn't have much of a regard for girls, given the abuse he endured at the hands of his sisters. This one looked particularly cranky. Nothing like a snowball to the gut to put on a happy face.

He pulled down the flaps over his ears. The hat in his room was a tight fit over his afro. His mom would be proud. Derek even wrapped the plaid scarf around his neck and put the mittens into his pockets for later use. You couldn't make a good snowball with mittens on.

[fucktonofcoffee]

"Sometimes." The word was muttered quickly, and she shrugged her shoulders as she kicked over at the snow once more. Debra hated it when people said those things to her. It normally felt like the beginning of a lecture. 'Your mama is sick, you need to stop stressing her out.' Deb hated those sort of lectures, so she narrowed her eyes at him a bit.

She assumed that he was the same age as she was; Deb was skinny and tall for her age, and she always looked like she was in need of a good meal. Her hair had been haphazardly tied in messy twin-pony tails, and she couldn't quite get them as even as her mom could.

She watched as he pulled the hat flaps over his ears, and then she rolled her eyes quickly in response. "You look dumb." The words were spoken in perhaps a harsh tone, but Deb didn't care. She hated the cold and she wanted to go home where it was warm.

[derek_morgan]

Her immediate reply didn't faze him any. She didn't look like the type to give in easily. Derek quickly went to work on another snowball with his grin still fixed on his lips. Her insult didn't bother him any either. He had been called worse by his sisters and the neighborhood kids.

He immediately pelted the second snowball at her. "You look constipated!" Derek shouted with a huge smile before throwing the packed snow. He quickly went to making another snowball. If she wanted to stand there like a target, he was more than happy to oblige.

"What kid hates snow? Weirdo!" While her tone had been harsh, Derek was grinning like the Cheshire Cat the entire time. He didn't know where his sisters were and he really didn't care. Anyone--including this cranky string bean of a girl--was someone better to play with than they were.

[fucktonofcoffee]

The first snowball had barely been felt through the coat and the three sweaters that she had pulled over in order to try not to freeze to death in this crappy waste of a place. And to make matters worse the sweaters were dumb and girly and pink. Deb hated pink; it was her least favorite color.

She saw the second one coming, however, and she moved to avoid it with the quick and ease of a kid who played a lot of 'bottom's up' on the school playground. Debra Morgan could avoid the shot when she had too, but she could bare the bruises of such things if she didn't.

"Don't call me a weirdo!" She shouted the words back. "Weirdo." She knew that these were things called 'snow balls' but she didn't want to put her hands into the cold and wet slush. However, his taunting did manage to get her to take steps off the porch and onto the world of winter white.

[derek_morgan]

His hands were getting cold so he finally gave the snow a break and put on the mittens that were shoved in the pockets of his coat. The girl stepped off the porch and was taller than he expected. Derek finally lost a little of his smile. I bet she's not even older than me!

It wasn't anything he wasn't used to. Derek mentally shrugged it off along with her new insult. "Come on, girlie! Quit frownin'. There's a cool place for sledding. With REAL sleds! Not just a piece of cardboard like back home. And I bet there'll be cocoa back here when we're done."

He rocked back and forth on his heels, keeping his hands clasped in front of him. His smile had returned as he glanced up at her. She hadn't called him dork, doofus, nerd or dweeb. All the girl had come up with was the name he used first on her. And she hadn't pushed him or hit him yet.

[fucktonofcoffee]

"Don't call me girlie." His insult and the order to quit frowning had forced her to frown even more god damn fiercely, and she glared at him for a moment. Debra Morgan had always wanted to try sledding, but truthfully? She was cold. Really cold. Really, really, really cold and she didn't like it, not one little bit.

Sledding seemed like a guarantee to end up even colder. She shivered a bit more and balanced her weight on her heels, shifting forward and then back on them. Her hands felt like ice already, and she could feel the cold where the snowball had met her stomach.

"I'm cold." Her tone was as plaintive as the words suggested, and she shivered. "Sledding will make me colder."

[derek_morgan]

Why were girls impossible? Derek supposed that he could ask her name but she could've just as easily told him. Even easier! He rolled his eyes and shook his head. And then she shivered. She was standing there frumpy--obviously wearing layers on layers--but shivered.

Instead of commenting on what she wanted to be called, he continued trying to make a friend. "No it won't. I'm littler. I have to sit in front of you. I'll block all the wind out. You just hold onto me. And then we can have cocoa! Maybe even marshmallows!"

His smile returned and he had ceased rocking back and forth on his heels even though he was anxious to go. "My name is Derek by the way. What's yours?" It was tempting to call her girlie again. His dad always had a way of using honey, sweetheart or baby girl with his sisters.

But Derek had a feeling this girl might very well sock him if he tried that so he finally asked her name.

[fucktonofcoffee]

"You're not littler!" Deb's height was a sore subject, and had been since she'd added those two inches to it over the summer. She'd come from September, where it was still god damn hot in Miami. She wondered if this was what demons like when they came out of hell.

But sledding. She seemed to be taunted and tantalized by the idea of sledding. She'd wanted to try it, even after Dexter said that it was stupid. Most of the time when her big brother said something was stupid, Deb let it go... but not this.

Cocoa was something her mommy made when she was feeling good, and she missed it, and it always had a million marshmallows and a candy cane in it. "And I'm from Miami. We ain't got snow there. Just beaches."

"'M Deb. And I'm eight." She added, as if it was somehow as important to her as her name.

[derek_morgan]

Derek clutched his hands together, taking in a deep breath and standing as straight as possible when she declared he wasn't littler--slowing his rocking down. If he were older, he might have kissed her. He didn't care if she was simply being difficult. She was letting him be taller though he wasn't and Derek was ALWAYS little. His smile returned

[fucktonofcoffee]

"Yeah, palm trees. And warmth." She said the word with a fair amount of longing as she shivered again. Debra was the sort of girl who was cold and would wear long sleeves even in the most hot of the Miami days. Here... tortuous. Cold and torturous

[derek_morgan]

She took his hand much like how he grudgingly took his sister's when either of them extended one to him. He was plenty old to cross streets by himself but mama insisted all the same. Desi and Sarah didn't need any evidence against him. "It's just to help you run through the snow with me. Snow can be tricky when deep. I sometimes fall. You'll get colder if you fall so I won't let you

[fucktonofcoffee]

Deb frowned a bit; she hadn't thought of that whole running in the snow thing. It hadn't occurred to her that it would be any more difficult than running on pavement. Huh. She didn't like the talk of falling; Deb was really tall and awkward and being tall and awkward meant that there was a rather long way to fall

[derek_morgan]

"In Florida?" he questioned. "My mom's a nurse. I didn't think you could get muhmonia in Florida. You don't even get snow." The piece of information was random, and Derek still didn't say the word right, but led the way to the sled forgetting all else.

His side started to hurt from the running but Derek didn't stop. Deb seemed to take the run through the snow as if she did it all the time. He didn't let on about his side hurting. Derek simply caught his breath when they made it to the sled.

He quirked a brow when she declared her name on the sled. What were the chances he found another kid with his name? Derek finally grinned back. "That's my last name too. Maybe we're cousins!" he offered happily, reaching up and clasping his head with his mitten covered hands to tug his hat down.

[fucktonofcoffee]

"You can get pneumonia Florida." She said the words matter of factly, because she'd seen it happen more than once. Her mom might even have had it at the moment. There was a sudden unfurling of 'where's my mommy' panic, and Debra's lip wibbled for a moment, but she allowed herself to be herded towards the hill and running in the snow.

When the two of them got there, Deb just breathed hard. It was a bit like running in the sand, only colder. However, as he had promised the run meant that she was warm again.

"Really?" Her voice was quick and shocked. That was weird; she hadn't met anyone with her last name before, well, other than her family. Deb didn't really have cousins, though, but she didn't want to hurt his feelings after he'd been so nice, so she agreed with him quickly. "Maybe!" After all, stranger things had happened!

[derek_morgan]

Derek nodded vehemently. "My mom is white. She has family we've never met. Maybe this all's some family reunion. I always wanna go but my parents always have to work. Mama's a nurse and daddy's a cop. I'm going to be a pilot when I grow up!" he exclaimed, pulling the sled into place and sitting on it.

"Sit behind me and put your legs on mine," Derek instructed, very focused on the hill below. His heels dug in the snow and his hands held the rope attached for steering. His hat had started to rise but he had quit fussing with it. Sledding was fun while alone, more fun with someone else. He didn't bat an eye at not seeing any of his family.

[fucktonofcoffee]

"How come she doesn't see her family? That's dumb." Deb scowled a bit at that, but she nodded. "Wait though... if it's a family reunion thing then where's Dexter? He's my brother; he should be here." A little bit of a lip wobble at that. "My Daddy's a cop too though, so maybe that's the tie? My mom's not a nurse though, but she has one sometimes when she gets really sick."

She did, however sit behind Derek in the snow, and when Derek fussed with his hat again., Debra removed her own knit had and shoved it onto his head, thinking it would hold better than the one that he was currently wearing.