I feel like I’m one of the only people who have read Legend by Marie Lu. If you have, could you IM me so we can talk about the ending to Champion? I have no one to talk to about it, and I’m literally about to implode with all of these emotions.
11. “Don’t you dare throw that snowba - gaddammit!”
Imma try and combine them let’s see how this goes
It was early January when
the first thick snowflakes started to cover the city. By the next morning,
Denver was covered in a layer of white. Plows had cleared the roads in the
early hours of the morning, leaving the curbs dusted in brown from the dirt and
exhaust from the patrol vehicles. Even after a storm, the city never stopped chugging
along. June knew this all too well.
In two days’ time, she need to present a report about the troops
in Los Angeles to Anden and his senators, and she’d been up all night working
on it. June had listened to the plows rumbble along on the streets below her
temporary apartment. The snow didn’t stop until after June finally got into bed
Now, she huffed along the busy Denver roads, her breath visible
when she exhaled. Jogging along the snowy sidewalks was far from the warm,
humid track she was used to in Los Angeles, but it served its purpose. Besides,
not all terrains were the same. June needed to be able to maneuver through any
condition. Every few moments, she checked her watch. 09:31. June huffed and
pushed herself further. She was getting slower, although her time could be
blamed on the snow and people crowding streets, but slower all the same.
Ten minutes later, June
circled the block back to her temporary apartment. She smiled. Day was in the
park just beside the building, hands in his pockets, gazing at the city. A few
mothers with small children were playing the newly fallen snow. When June got
closer, she saw Day bend down and collect a ball of snow in his hands. Her eyes
widened. She knew what he was doing. “Don’t you dare throw that snowba-”
she started and back up a few paces, but it was too late. “Goddammit!”
Day laughed as the snow hit her shoulder and neck, melting against her
Day threw another snowball, but this time she was ready. June
blocked the snow with her fist and threw whatever snow remained back at him. As
she gathered more snow, another soft pile hit her ponytail. Little flecks of
snow managed to slide down the collar of her shirt. June stood and threw the
snow ball directly and Day’s shoulder, hitting it square on. “You better
be able to make this up to me!” June laughed and she started to aim again.
Day’s lips curved into a playful smirk. “Come over here and make me,” he
June raised an eyebrow and
closed the distance between them. Without hesitation, she pressed her lips
against his, and when Day let his guard down, she pressed the snowball in her
hand against Day’s cheek.