Mistletoe [Closed]

The clock was ticking down to Christmas Eve. Many of formal decorations had been replaced with holly, tinsel, and mistletoe - the later of which he had had gone to the trouble of always having on hand, just in case he ever happened to run into Jane, Sophia, or any other pretty face he might happen to pass by. Today, however, he wasn't going out of his way to bump into any girl.

It was always tradition for him to be the one to prepare the holiday dinner for the family, but this year, the family had made plans without him. That was fine, he told himself. All it meant was that he could make exactly what he wanted and take all the leftovers for himself, then live off those for the upcoming months.

And so he was huddled in the back of the cafeteria kitchens, in one of the room-size freezers with the door held wide open, so cold that frost clung to all the metal and you could see your breath the moment you stepped inside. Preston had had trouble sneaking in there ever since the incident with Pikachu and Hosa, but since most of the staff were on holiday, it was hardly an issue anymore. He hid behind rows of meat, weighing two different cuts of ham and hardly paying attention to anything else.

He wasn't the only one looking to bust into the freezer tonight.

She'd never had a Christmas tradition, and she wasn't raiding this place out of any sentimental reason. This time of year was always the same for her. Kayla was here for a simple and basic reason. Food. Ham, turkey, pie, stuffing, potatoes, pudding, cookies. Christmas foods. Sneaking in wouldn't be a problem, and if she couldn't just fry the lock and push open the door to the freezer, then she could just blast it open and deal with getting caught. But that wasn't the problem as she entered the room.

The freezer was already open.

Kayla froze in her tracks. Did they just forget? Idiots... It'd all go to waste like that, and that'd be a disaster just before Christmas. But that wasn't it, was it? There was a familiar buzz to the air, a frequency that made the hair rise on the back of her neck. Electricity rippled down her arm in a curtain of sparks. The name was just on the tip of her tongue. She held her breath and strained to listen.

...There was someone inside already.

She curled her hand into a fist, lightning crackling in her fist. It couldn't be the cafeteria lady, could it? Tonight? Right now? Of all times?

Fuck. She'd already come this far, and she wasn't turning back.

Kayla stepped inside, a spark burning at the tip of her nail, her finger cocked like a gun. Her breath frosted in the air.

In and out. It'd be simple.

It was a serious choice, one that had him stumped for quite the amount of time. In one hand was the precious city ham, and in the other was the specially cured country ham. The difference between them was most likely ridiculously small to most people, but he knew better than all of them. The texture, the taste, and even the appearance had to all perfectly match up with the other meals he had in mind.

As he was leaning towards the city ham, he heard the small scraping sounds of footsteps not far off. Instinctively, Preston ducked down, his mind running almost blank in confusion. Preston had been certain that he'd have all the time in the world to pick out his ingredients, at least at the hour he had chosen to stake out the kitchens. Once he'd gathered himself together, he stood up, peeking through the shelves at the fellow intruder.

He frowned. It hadn't taken longer than a moment for him to recognize whom it was. "Pikachu?" The autumn muttered under his breath. What the fuck was she doing here? Preston sighed and stood up a little straighter. For a few seconds, he couldn't believe he was actually worried.

Pres glanced down at the food in his hands, a stupid, devious smile creeping up on his face. The young man tucked the city ham under his arm and snuck around the room, keeping an eye on her hand, lightning flashing dangerously at her finger tips. It might have intimidated most people, but he was unphased, getting quickly in position behind a few sacks of frozen chicken wings. Once he was close enough, he struck. "Think fast!" He shouted, chucking the country ham at her back.

Silence. Someone was hiding in here. She knew it, she could feel it. It was like an alarm bell ringing in the electric field around her body, and it seemed to echo in this metal box of a room. There were rows and rows of meat, but she couldn't think about that right now. First she had to deal with...

The ham came flying out of a dark corner and nailed her in the head. She went reeling from the impact and fell to the ground with an 'oomf!', sparks shooting out as she landed. Kayla crawled to her feet with lightning whipping around her like snakes. "What the hell?!" she screamed, nursing where she'd been hit. Her voice echoed in the freezer, amplified with an electric undertone. She recognized that voice. Suddenly the out-of-place frequency made a lot more sense. "You fucker, what are you doing in here?!"

Shit. He'd meant to hit her between the shoulders, but giving her a meat-induced concussion was pretty impressive too if he said so himself. It shouldn't have been all that funny, yet he still found himself laughing like it was outright hilarious. It only turned worse as she gripped the back of her head, whipping around towards him and shooting daggers with her stare. Although her screams still had yet to startle him, he wasn't stupid enough to not hesitate from making his appearance.

"What the fuck are you doing here?" Preston called back, stepping out of cover slowly, rolling his city ham carelessly around in his grasp. That smug look was still on his face, his grin grown twice-fold. "You seem pretty lost, Pikachu. Lose your way to the dorm? I could push you around again, if you'd need it. It's not good to be sneaking around in a freezer." He couldn't help it. Pres bent over, picking up another ham and waving it semi-threatening at her.

What the fuck did he think he was doing? Did he think he could scare her off with fucking ham? A growl rumbled in her throat, and she stamped her foot into the ground with a frustrated burst of electricity. "You're the one fucking sneaking around!" she snapped with a crack of lightning. Gah! She couldn't stand it when he looked so fucking smug! "You're such an asshole!"

He bent over for another ham and she took her chance, scooping a pineapple off a shelf and hurling it at his head. A cucumber went flying after it.

Her anger only served to cheer him up all the more. "That's not very nice of you!" Preston shouted back, shooting her a crooked grin and getting another grip on his on ham. The moment he's sprung out to hurl the slab of frozen meat her way, she was already on the counter-attack, and he saw a pineapple coming straight for him. Narrowly, he managed to duck away, the spikes of the bitter-sweet fruit just scraping his cheek. A true battle scar. The cucumber came afterwords, sailing past him and bouncing off a few cardboard boxes behind him.

"Bitch!" He sent the ham straight for her, quickly grabbing whatever else he could get his hands on and sending it mercilessly at her moments after. Steak cuts. Onions. A half-open tub of cool whip. Whatever.

She ducked aside, watching an onion sail over her head and smash into the wall behind her. Kayla bared her teeth and curled her hand into a fist. "What the hell is your problem?!" Electricity flickered between her fingertips, and the room came alive with sound. Skewers, bowls, pots, pans, knives rose up from the ground, glinting in the dim cold light of the freezer. Behind her, a coiled chain rose up from the ground like a snake, clinking in the air. "You're the fucking worst!"

Kayla hadn't noticed. Really, she hadn't, but he'd had to have propped open that freezer door somehow. It was a metal bar, long and thin, but sturdy. It lifted from the ground too, scraping against the door and the wall, but of course she never noticed.

Her armory of metal makeshift weapons went flying at him at once in a barrage. The bar went shooting forward like a bullet and smashed into the wall over his shoulder, clattering against the metal.

The freezer door slammed close with a heavy CLANG.

Everything in those next few moments appeared to almost happen in slow motion for him. Harmless electricity began flickering about the entire room and he knew what would happen immediately afterwords; dozens of heavy metal pieces rising up in the space of the freezer. His mind flash-backed to the last time they were in the kitchens together and he cringed, remembering the mess that was left afterwords. "Shit..." A little puff of air was made visable as he stared the storm down.

And then he saw it. The warm light behind her was slowly fading away, the thick metal bar he'd used to keep the door open hovering just behind her head. "Pikachu, wait!" Then they all came flying towards him.

He hadn't much time to react. Lightning instinctively flashed around his body, directing and pushing away anything that came too close away from him and flying in random other directions. The majority of the weapons, much to his surprise, didn't come close to him at all, bouncing off boxes, walls, and making horrible clanging sounds and shelves. And the food, the poor food, was crushed or sent flying, all mercilessly slaughtered.

Then heavy door slammed shut and all was silent.

"Fuck no." He whispered, shaking his head in disbelief and climbing out over a few ruined shelves, brushing quickly past Kayla and quickly walking to the door. He felt around for a latch, or some sort of button, or fucking something, but there was nothing there. "Shit!" He shouted, turning to face her. "Lool what you fucking did!" This wasn't very funny anymore.

Kayla took a step back. Her fault? It was his fucking fault! There was an uncanny silence that filled the room after the freezer door clanged shut. A few smashed up mixing bowls continued to spin along the floor, but otherwise, it was dead silent. Too silent, after all their stupid shouting and fighting. His reaction didn't help.

Wasn't he being a bit too dramatic? "I didn't do shit," she spat back, rubbing at the back of her head. It was his fucking fault for attacking her with a fucking ham. Something about his reaction churned her stomach. It wasn't that big of a deal, right? "Quit being a brat. Just open it."

She walked over and shouldered past him, grabbing for where a latch or handle or something should've been. Nothing. It was just a smooth metal surface. Kayla pushed. It wouldn't budge. She pushed again. Nothing. Kayla wound back, electricity crackling in her fist, and smashed her hand into the wall.

BOOM. A deafening crash reverberated around the room like the sound of a mallet hitting a gong, electricity rippling out like water in a pond, but when the sparks cleared, the door looked untouched.

Kayla stepped back, cradling a bloody hand and chewing on the inside of her cheek. Fuck... fuck... fuck! She spun around and kicked at a box of tangerines, sending them spilling out and bouncing across the floor. "Fuck!" she screamed, putting her hands on the back of her head. She was going to rip her hair out if she really was stuck in this fucking freezer with him all night.

Preston let out a low groan as she quickly shoved past him, looking around for some sort of handle, as if he was just bullshitting her - or like one would magically appear if she looked hard enough herself. "I can't," He muttered, watching as she started to unravel, pushing somewhat desperately at the door. "It only opens -" Next came her fist of all things, sending ripples of light traveling throughout the walls. He flinched, quickly covering his ears and gritting his teeth until the worst of it passed, which took some time seeing as they were practically in an echo-chamber. "It only opens from the -" The poor tangerines went flying across the room.

"We're fucking stuck here until someone comes! And nobody is coming until morning!"

Already the cold was starting to get to him. He was wearing his uniform as it was, long pants and a blazer, but it was no where enough to keep warm for long. The Autumn started to rub his hands together, stepping up closer to her side, forcing a smile to try and mask his frustration. He knew the best ways to get under her skin. "Looks like it's just me and you for the night, dear" He cooed, leaning in close to her ear.

It only opened from the outside.

What kind of stupid fucking design was that? That's how you got people killed. Like him, if he opened his mouth one more fucking time. This is his fucking fault! What the hell was he doing in here anyways? Stealing more food for him and Miss Prefect? She let out a groan of frustration through grit teeth and gave the now-empty box another kick, sending it bouncing unsatisfyingly against the wall. They couldn't stay in here until morning. It just wasn't possible. She clenched and unclenched her fist, wishing her hands were wrapped around his throat right now. He wouldn't look so smug if she was crushing his windpipe.

The cold was already getting to her. She'd barely noticed before, in the rush of their small fight, but now that the realization was sinking in that they were stuck... Kayla was suddenly that much more conscious of her school uniform. Of course, she was in a skirt, and of course, she hadn't been wearing her blazer, only the white button-up and tie with the sleeves rolled up. Fuck. It was fucking freezing, especially with the door closed. She hugged her arms to her body and clenched her teeth against the chill when he started to lean in.

The whisper sent electricity up her spine, and she shoved him away, taking a few steps back until she hit a wall. "Get the fuck away from me!" she snapped, a whip of lightning cracking to accentuate her words. She shuddered. "God, you're such a fucking creep...!"

Kayla had shoved him back, but he hadn't moved very far, and he'd found himself laughing despite the awful, awkward situation they were in. For a brief moment, it'd even helped him forget the bitter cold. "Ouch," he said, doing little to hide his grin. Even as he was irritated with her blindly entrapping them, for whatever reason, he found it difficult to be too mad at her for long. Maybe it was the freezing temperatures dousing out his hot anger. Or maybe he knew he shouldn't have thrown that huge-ass chunk of meat in the first place. Either way, he'd always find her attitude amusing.

"It is fucking freezing in here though... and gonna to be pretty lonely for a while." Preston mused, taking another few slow steps closer to her, hands shoved in his pockets as he began to leer over her. "Don't worry, Pikachu. I won't try shit, unless something were to happen." Pres was aiming to go in for the kill, thumbing at the small piece of mistletoe in his pants pocket, keeping half-a-mind aware for any frying pans that might come flying for the back of his head.

Ugh, she couldn't stand him. She couldn't trust him either, the way he looked at her, and especially after all he'd done. He was a creep. A huge creep. What did so many girls see in someone like him? Stupid, cocky, lazy, gross. Just being around him made her shudder. Or maybe that was the chill from being locked in a fucking freezer. More electricity burst around her head in frustration as he began to approach.

Unless something were to happen? Kayla pressed herself closer against the wall, and then almost began to shrink as he walked closer, her lips parted in a defiant snarl. "And what the fuck is that supposed to mean?"

She looked about ready to bite his hand off, he thought to himself, but he also wasn't about ready to let her scare him off. Preston was honestly surprised she wasn't freezing to death already, a skinny thing like her with little clothing in a freezing metal box. He was going to push his luck as far as he possibly could. Before she finally snapped anyways.

The Autumn put one hand up on the wall beside her, closing the space between them as he leaned in close, that crooked smirk growing. At one point, he had to bite his lip, if only to stop himself from laughing too early as she shrunk back. "Shit, we're already trapped in a god damned ice chest. You never know what else might happen," he mused. And then he moved, slipping the mistletoe out of his pocket and holding it in the space above their heads. The young man couldn't help himself, shooting her a stupid, teasing wink. "Like this?" You know the rules, Pikachu. ;DDD;dD;d;d;dD;d