Shipping Foreplay in this chapter... But no shipping. Not yet (Epic Master Chief Voice). Consider this a tease before the main course.

Also figured that if I'm gonna be making fun of some places around the country I might as well throw my home state in there along with it. Seriously though, CT is sometimes cold as fuck this time of year. This one time in October... ah forget it. There's my blog for anyone who's interested in the time we got two feet of snow in October last year.

God I love being the author of this story. The people make it such a joy to write. Shout out to all you guys.

“You guys want me to WHAT?” Gin asked.

We were all sitting in mine and Spits’ room in front of the computer. Gin’s face was displayed on the screen. Behind her was pretty dark but we could still see the shapes of various bottles and other things. Judging by the background she was still in her club just before things got crazy.

“We want you to chaperone on a field trip we’re going on,” Dane said, “We already convinced Jett to go.”

“I still don’t know how you got that paper signed without having my father tell my mother about it,” I said.

“Don’t you worry about that,” Dane said.

***

Earlier

“Hey what up Admiral dude?!”

“Eight-er-Dane?” The Admiral said still not believing the face he was seeing on his screen.

“The one and only! Listen I got something of Jett’s for you to sign.”

“Alright what is it?”

“Field trip permission slip,” Dane said pressing the paper to the screen, “Sign here.”

“Alright alright,” he said pressing his thumb to the screen, “Just so you know I have to tell his mother about this.”

“Yeah about that,” Dane said, “Don’t.”

“Why?”

“Cause this is the only condition on which he agrees to go.”

“Even so, why?”

“I can get him dating someone.”

“SO DON’T TELL HIS MOTHER?” the admiral said happily, “I THINK I CAN DO THAT.”

***

“Yeah,” Dane said, “We want you to chaperone for us. I mean come on girl; it’s a free trip to Earth.”

“I don’t know,” Gin said, “I do have a club to run. But on the other hand I haven’t had a vacation in a few years. But then again there is the club…”

“Oh just pick the vacation already!” Dane said.

“Hey how ‘bout you shut the hell up and let me think?”

“See? It does require some thought,” I said.

“Ugh, I don’t get you guys. It’s a trip to Earth. The only GH class world in this system. A fucking paradise.”

“Are you counting the Sahara Desert, Death Valley, Siberia, the Triangle which is still fucking scary, The South American Rainforest where we nearly got mauled by a panther, The Middle Eastern Oil fields, Countless parts of the world that are covered in Gamma Radiation, the-”

“Alright! I get it!” Dane said, “Most of it is a paradise if you know where to go.”

“- Pittsburg, New Jersey?! Boston? Connecticut?! Do you know what Connecticut is like in February? That place is probably buried under 3 feet of snow with an average temperature of minus 15 degrees Celsius! And that’s not even counting the wind chill! I-”

“Alright!” Dane said, “I get it! Now please shut the hell up!”

“Annoying when someone goes off on a tangent isn’t it?” I grinned.

“Connecticut?” Spitfire asked.

“Oh it’s a wonderful part of the world. Naval Bases, rivers, the trees change color, winters are cold as fuck.”

“So you decide yet?” Dane asked Gin.

She appeared to be pondering before she looked up and spoke, “Eh what the hell? I’ll do it. I can give the club over to Chardonea for a few. She could use the experience. Alright guys, I’ll be your chaperone.”

“And by that you mean just another friend who happens to be old enough to be considered responsible but in reality is just as fucked up in the head as us,” Dane grinned.

“You betcha! Hey is that Spitfire?”

Spitfire looked back towards the screen.

“It is! Yo what’s up girl? Keeping these two losers company?”

“Yeah,” Spitfire grinned, “This one’s a bit of trouble,” she said nudging me in the shoulder.

“Hey? What the hell did I do?” I asked.

“Don’t even talk about what you’ve put me through,” Spitfire laughed.

“What happened this year?” Gin asked.

“Uh, he beat up the football team, cussed out the coach, and got shot in the head,” Dane said.

“Ouch, rougher year than usual,” Gin cringed.

“Well at least the football team will be leaving him alone,” Spitfire said.

“Wait, was that you Jett? The story about 16 people getting hospitalized with broken bones, fractures, a DEW wound, and a stabbing?”

“Yeah,” he cringed, “But those guys were assholes.”

“Oh no question there. I mean if it were me I would have shot them years ago or beat the shit out of them.”

“Gin, beating up people for you means breaking every possible bone in their body.”

“Hey I go hard,” she laughed.

“High G Krav Maga isn’t going hard. It’s going ridiculous.”

“Hey, I have to exercise a lot to keep this body.”

“Hey speaking of bodies,” I said, “What exactly were you two doing in that hotel room that week?”

“DON’T ASK.”

“Okay okay, sorry I asked.”

“I mean Jesus Christ Dane, what were we thinking?” Gin asked, “That fucking felt like incest.”

“Wait what?” I said.

“It’s better you didn’t hear the details.”

“I guess so,” I laughed.

A silence fell over the room.

“So was it good for both of you?”

“FUCK YOU ASSHOLE!”

Spitfire and I fell back onto the bed in a fit of laughter.

“You are so lucky we’re all family here,” Gin said, “Else I’d fly my ass all the way there and slap the shit outta you myself.”

“Yeah we love you too,” I laughed.

***

Well the rest of the day went on as normal. Dane and the vast majority of the students, minus Spits and I, were leaving to go back with their families.

“See you two later!” Dane called as he boarded the transport back to Ganymede. Several others were taking off for the moon as well, a few others headed for the large orbital habitats in high orbit around the gas giant.

“Peace out White boy!”

“Love you too Black man! You too candle head!”

“Yeah yeah, smell you later snowball!” Spitfire called.

We all laughed as Dane hefted his bag and boarded the ship. The hatch closed behind him followed by the airlock. Spitfire and I walked over to the windows overlooking the hanger. Dane hopped up in the back windows of the transport and waved. We waved back.

Funny, Dane and Gin. My family now. My only family now.

Not just them

Spitfire. Dane, Gin, and Spitfire. When did that happen? Hmm, friendships are interesting things. They just sort of… happen. With a lot of my friends I can’t really recall when we became friends. There was never just some moment. It was like a gradual phase. Like slow comforting flow of a solar wind. And Spitfire was the same. I mean I can perfectly recall the moment we met for the first time, not the moment when I found her, but the moment when we actually met. She punched me in the face. I guess she’s called Spitfire for a reason. But I guess we slowly became friends due to our time together. All the special ones were like that I guess.

My family now. We’d always be there for each other…

Until Spitfire went home. That made me sad. She was my good friend. When she did go back that would mean we’d never see each other again. She was one of my best friends now. The first girl who actually saw me as a person and not just a machine.

I may keep telling them, even myself that I’m a machine but… I’ll admit she’s started to change my mind a little. She’s the first person other than Cat to do that. I’ll admit she’s a special one. She can see the good in people, even when they can’t.

I must have been thinking for a long time.

“Hey! Hey Jett! Jett!”

Now back to reality.

I shook my head, “Wha? Oh hey Spitfire.”

She stood with her hands on her hips with a bit of an unamused expression on her face.

“Heh, sorry,” I said with a sheepish look on my face.

“What were you doing? The transport left like ten minutes ago. You were just sitting there staring out the window.”

“Guess I spaced out a bit,” I said rubbing the back of my head.

“Happen often? Celestia only knows what happens inside that brick you call a head,” Spitfire laughed.

“Yeah it does happen often,” I smiled, “Guess I enjoy my head candy.”

Spitfire shook her head, “Come on Black man. We’ve got an entire school to ourselves and let’s not waste it.”

“You’re just not gonna let that one go are you?”

“Nope.”

“Fine, but you’re getting you jumping under control. I don’t need to wake up with a face full of feathers.”

Spitfire blushed, “That was a one-time thing!”

***

“Alright,” I said. We were standing in front of the school in the large park like area underneath one of the trees. With the absence of many of the staff and students it was a perfect time to attempt to do something like this.

“Now, how would you trigger the… thing, whatever it is you did to jump before you landed here?”

“Well we would have to concentrate on a memory of a location and then tense all our muscles when we wanted to jump,” Spits explained.

“So I guess that explains why when you sneezed you got tossed across the room,” I laughed.

“Yeah I guess.”

“Well let’s see if we can get that under control before we try anything major. Let’s see here… ah ha! See that tree on the opposite side of the park?” I asked pointing.

A small oak sat on the other side of the park.

“Yeah.”

“Try focusing on that spot and jumping when you think you’ve got it.”

“Alright.”

She went into a state of focus. Not like the funny face she was making last time but a sort of statue like state. She stayed like this for almost a minute before closing her eyes and then vanishing.

Only to reappear and slam into the tree.

She fell to the ground.

“Oh shit.”

I booked it over to her. Her eyes were a little derped but soon fixed themselves.

“He-hey,” I laughed, “You alright?”

She rubbed her head, “How’d I do boss?”

“That was good for a first try,” I said helping her to her feet, “But I think we should stay away from trees until you can control that.”

“Yeah, so what’s next?”

“Hmm, let’s try something a little more simple. Try to jump from here to a meter in front of you.”

“Okay,” she said and began to concentrate again. She jumped quicker this time.

She reappeared at the intended spot, with a bit more forward momentum from when she left but still. It was a good effort. She reappeared with a stumble and fell to her hands.

“Well that was better,” I said, “But let’s see if we can control that momentum of yours.”

“Ugh, you sound like my old flight coach.”

“Hey you wanna get home or not?”

“I don’t know,” she said smugly, “I do kinda enjoy it here.”

“Spitfire.”

“Alright, relax, I was just joking. Jeez. But still this place is pretty cool.”

***

Well we had gotten Spitfire jumping under control… for short distances. Apparently the farther she tried to jump the faster she was moving when she reappeared.

Also the longer she concentrated the longer it would take for her to reappear. So I guess that was good sign to. I don’t know. Warping of the fabric of reality was not something I wanted to do in my lifetime.

“Alright! Try it!”

Spitfire gave a thumbs up and vanished.

She was gone. I activated a timer in my head and began to wait. I watched the clock tick down. 30 seconds, a minute, a minute 30.

Sadness came over me. A terrible sense of loneliness. Did she go back? I know that what we were planning but now… I missed her. She was only gone a minute and already I miss her. Is this even possible? Have I really become that accustomed to her presence in my existence? Has she really played that big a role in my life? Well come to think of it, yeah. She was the first girl to see things in me even I couldn’t see in myself.

1 minute 40.

I sighed. She was gone. Wait. What is this? It’s a… a lump in my throat. Diag-

SSSSHHHHEEEEEWWWW

“Watch out!”

“Wha- Ooofff!”

Something orange impacted my chest and sent me to the ground. I was on my back on the grass. My vision refocused. Spitfire was on top of me, her arms pinning mine to the ground. She was back!

She had a warm blush on her face, “Uh… Pinned ya?”

I must have looked weird or something cause she got this look on her face and climbed off of me.

“Hey, you okay?” she asked standing up helping me to my feet. I gave her and inquisitive look before warmly embracing her. She jumped a little as my arms wrapped around her and pulled her close.

“Uh… nice to see you too?” she joked.

I continued to hold her for a little while longer before releasing her.

“Okay, what gives?” she asked, “What’s with all the… stuff?”

“I…I was… I was worried that you went back,” I said, “Without saying goodbye.”

She put her hands on her hips. That slick smile of hers spread across her face, “Aw, you were missing me weren’t you?”

“I… er, well you see.”

“Ha! I knew it! I’ve grown on you!”

“Well it did take some time. You did punch me in the face when we first met.”

“Heh, well,” she rubbed the back of her head, “Sorry I guess? Better late than never?”

“You never had to apologize.”

“Well still. So you missed me?”

“Why wouldn’t I? We’ve been living with each other for like the past 3 months, going on 4 now. I guess I got used to you being in my life. I mean you’re like the little sister I never had.”

“I’m a year older than you.”

“Just let me have this.”

“Whatever you say,” Spitfire laughed with a blush, “Ooh! When I was gone I was in this… it was like a tunnel like thing. But anyway, at the end was a white light. I couldn’t really see what it was but it almost looked the Cloudsdale Aerodrome.”

“Meaning you have a chance at actually getting home!”

“Yeah. Isn’t it great? I wonder how all my friends and teammates are doing. I’m so excited.”

“Yeah,” I sighed. Pity. I was going to miss her terribly. She was one of the few I actually considered family.

“Hey,” Spitfire said nudging me, “I’ll come back and visit.”

I looked at her, “Promise?”

“Hey, we’re friends till the end right? Of course.”

That was reassuring. Even if she never could return, the thought was what counted the most. Yes she was a rare gem of an individual. Hmm. Soarin’ must be one lucky guy.

But I have bigger things to attend to.

***

Echo Fleetfoot sighed. Spitfire had been missing for 2 weeks now. No one had any idea where she was. Even that magician who helped them perform the trick was flabbergasted.

The investigation had not produced anything to indicate foul play at all. It just seemed that there was random accident that sent Spitfire to… well even beyond Celestia’s realm of knowledge.

The team was in shambles. Everyone was saddened by the loss of their captain. Soarin’ seemed to be beating himself up over it, consistently beating his head against a wall in frustration. Worse was that while the investigation continued, the Shadowbolts, Princess Luna’s team she had formed in an effort to get reacquainted with Equestrian society was now slowly moving up in popularity.

Fleetfoot let her head fall onto the table in the Wonderbolts HQ café.

No one else was in there with her. Even Soarin’ was no longer pranking her like normal. Nothing seemed right without their captain. No; nothing seemed right without their friend. Spitfire. Fleetfoot had been friends with the girl since they were kids. Come to think of it, a lot of the Wonderbolts had been friends before even joining the group.

Nothing seemed the same now without her. Not even the Wonderbolts monthly movie marathon helped.

“Hey Echo,” a voice came. Echo looked up. Another girl stood above her. She was a fellow Wonderbolt; kind face, ice blue hair with a pair of butterscotch wings on her back. Misty.

“Hey Mist,” Echo sighed, moving over to make room for her friend. Misty sat down next to her.

“How you holding up?” Misty asked.

“Meh, same as you,” Echo sighed, “Though I can’t really sleep at night.”

“You too?”

“Well that along with the fact that Soarin’ has been bashing his head into the wall every night since… well you know. It’s driving me fucking crazy.”

“Amen,” Misty sighed.

Echo sighed and sat up a bit, “Do you think they can find her?”

“I hope so,” Misty said.

“Where do you think she is? I mean she obviously isn’t anywhere in Equestria else the investigation would have found her.”

“I guess,” Misty sighed, “I just hope that where ever she is, she’s safe.”

“Me too.”

***

“God damn it! Spitfire!”

“Yes?” she said in that bubbly voice she can do.

“Where are you?!”

“Oh, somewhere.”

Fucking great. Women. Help her control her jumping and she goes and shits on me with it. She just jumps and jumps and jumps and jumps and jumps until I can’t find her. Oh well, two can play at this game.

I looked towards my arm. I concentrated and soon the field activated and I vanished.

“Hey! Where’d you go?” Spitfire asked from and unknown location.

“You wanted to play this game, so we’ll play it. And I will win.”

“Oh really?” Spitfire frisked.

“Yes, come and find me.”

“Keep talking and I will.”

Silence. I skillfully crept up into a nearby tree and sat on a branch.

“Jett?”

Silence again. I’m gonna win this. I can play this all day.

“Jett come on. It was just a joke.”

She jumped down from a nearby tree.

“Jett? Come on. You’re scaring me.”

Alright, I guess she’s had enough. But not without me having a little fun. I jumped down from the branch and tackled her to the ground. She let out a yelp as I reappeared before her and pinned her on her back.

“Pinned ya,” I laughed.

“You jerk! That wasn’t funny.”

“Oh but when you do it, it is?”

“Yeah,” she declared with a smirk.

“Not buying it.”

“Well I can still make you feel embarrassed so there.”

“After what you did to me on that cruise there is literally nothing you can do to make me feel embarrassed at all. Do you know what it feels like to be running down a street in pink everything with an angry hippo chasing you? Cause that is literally the most terrifying and embarrassing thing in the world.”

“Is that a challenge?” she laughed with a blush.

“There is nothing you can do now. You’ve used up your bag of tricks.”

“Oh I think there’s a few more left,” she said before bringing her head up and kissing my cheek. The contact was brief and soft but it lasted long enough. Her lips were soft and gentle. She pulled back with a grin on her face. There was slight moisture where she left her mark.

Aaaaaaaannnnnnnnnnddddddd instant face-hotter-than-the-surface-of-the-sun feeling. I rolled off of her and sat up on the grass. I must have been redder than an apple cause Spitfire was laughing her ass off with a blush on her face as well.

“Ah ha ha ha, you should see the look on your face!”

“I-uh-I-well, um,” I stuttered.

“Ha ha, looks like I win after all,” She said standing up and wagging her hips at me.

“I-er-well… you cheated. And that wasn’t funny!”

“Oh please, it was hilarious!”

“That was embarrassing!”

“See? I win. And it wasn’t that bad.”

“Yeah it was!” I said standing up.

“Oh come on. Don’t tell that was your first time being kissed by a girl?”

“I… er… uh…”

“Oh. My. Gosh. It was!” Spitfire laughed, “I just stole your first kiss!”

“Well I’m not fucking Dane! I don’t go around fucking everything with three holes.”

“Well I think it’s cute,” Spitfire giggled, “Wait until the girls hear about this.”

“I will KILL YOU.”

“Oh please, you love me.”

“Come on, I may be an android but that’s just embarrassing.”

“I don’t know…”

“What about the time you were poking me in the chest with yo-”

“Alright, alright,” Spitfire laughed, “It’s still funny though. Still telling Dane though.”

“I WILL KILL YOU.”

Spitfire started laughing again, “No you won’t.”

“Why do you love making me feel awkward?!”

“Because it’s fun.”

I sighed, “God you are so annoying sometimes.”

“I know,” she giggled.

***

Thanksgiving was a normal day. We had the entire station to ourselves so we had a bit of fun. The next few days we slept in late before hauling ass out of bed. Dane returned Sunday night.

Gin having agreed to be our chaperone had to come in for an interview. Needless to say that was an interesting experience.

“Do you have a criminal record?”

“Uh…” Gin said, “Define record.”

“Have you ever committed a felony?”

“Does breaking a man’s legs in self-defense count?”

“No.”

“Okay good.”

“Have you ever given alcohol to anyone underage?”

She looked towards us. We shrugged.

“No, no I have not.”

“Even with your occupation as a bartender?”

“Hey what are you implying?!”

“Nothing, nothing. Just with your occupation and all… forget it. Well everything checks out. Now you remember the date?”

“Yeah yeah I got it. February 17th.”

“Be here at 9:00. Transports leave by 10:00 for the Jovian Trans-solar Spaceport. You’ll get more info as the year progresses.”

“Sounds good.”

“And you are familiar with everyone in your group?”

“Yup, Jett, Dane, and Spitfire. Those guys are like my family.”

“Well that’s nice. Alright, everything checks out.”

“Great!”

***

The rest of the year went by a bit fast. Christmas was soon coming. Eggnog, cookies, mistletoes, presents, the usual good stuff. Christmas break started on the 23rd. A lot of people actually stayed at the school for this holiday. Though most left for home on Christmas day, many of them returned for the week of no school just to celebrate the holiday with their friends. The school was nice enough to mess with the environmental controls and to have it snow in some parts of the station.

And that included in some parts of the dorms. Outside our dorm room the temperature was about -3 degrees Celsius with a thin powder of snow on the floor about three inches deep. The lounge up top had no snow on it for obvious reasons, furniture, fire place, piano, etc. But still it was fun. Everyone was in the holiday cheer. After explaining what Christmas, Hanukah, and all the other religious holidays including the New Year were to Spitfire, she was ready to celebrate.

We were relaxing at the café that was in the center of the dorm room just underneath the lounge.

“So what is this exactly?” Spitfire asked staring at the cup before her. She was wearing causal winter garb, black boots, light snow pants, a light winter jacket, a pair of fingerless gloves and a headband.

“It’s vanilla Chi tea. My grandmother’s recipe. You have no idea how hard it was to get the replicator to make it,” I said sipping my cup. I was wearing simple snow boots with a pair of light snow pants and jacket. I also wore a pair of fingerless gloves with a black hat on top of my head.

“I don’t know…”

“Just try it. You owe me after I what I had to put up with for the two weeks after you ‘had your way with me.’ Dane just wouldn’t shut the fuck up about it.”

“Alright, alright,” Spitfire laughed taking a sip. Her eyes went wide. She placed the cup down looking at it before picking it up again and taking another sip. She sighed and put the cup down again.

“I take it you like it,” I laughed.

“It’s good. And this is your grandmother’s recipe?”

“Yup, on my dad’s side. That old Japanese lady always could make a great cup of tea.”

“Did she teach you how to do this?”

“Yeah,” I said, “Surprisingly she never told my father any of her recipes but hey, I got it all stored upstairs so I can make it whenever.”

“Well it’s excellent.”

“Thanks. You know there’s this other one she used to make with jasmine an-…” I stood up looking past Spitfire, “Oh. My. God.”

“What?”

“Dane! What in the good lord’s name are you doing?!” I said standing up and walking out from the safety of the Café towards the asshole himself. Dane looked pretty much like the rest of us, casual winter gear, only he had a hat with a mistletoe hanging from a pole that extended from the front of his hat.

“What?” he asked, “I just came to see how my two best buds are.”

“My god man, what the hell are you doing?”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” he said smugly.

“What’s with the… plant thing?” Spitfire asked.

“Mistletoe,” I corrected.

“Mistletoe sorry.”

“Hey, it’s the holiday season and I figured I’d have some fun with it.”

Two girls came up to our group. Twins I believe, and they were the kind of girl that wasn’t a bitch.

“Hi Dane,” they both said before they both kissed the bastard. They giggled and walked away towards the elevators.

“See? It works!” He cheered, “So with those two that makes 23 so far.”

“Dane you are going to get something one of these days.”

“Hey, if I’m an android I might as well take advantage of the immunity to all diseases.”

“Have I ever told you how you are all I hate about humanity?”

“Frequently. Oh and I have something for you two love birds.”

“See what you did to me?” I said turning to Spitfire. She gave a sheepish look with a shrug.

“Here you two go,” Dane said pulling out a mistletoe and placing it above us, “Now kiss.”

***

A few weeks earlier.

“So did you tell him?” Dane asked lounging on the couch in dorm.

“No,” Spitfire sighed, “Not yet. I haven’t been able to work up the courage again to tell him.”

“Well you did it before only for Ryan to fuck it up.”

“That was special. That was a perfect moment.”

“So you had an entire space station to yourselves and you didn’t do anything special?”

“Well, not really,” Spitfire blushed.

“What happened?”

“Well… we were just messing around and… I kinda stole his first kiss.”

“You did what?!” Dane laughed, “Oh my god I always thought I’d die before I heard that! What was it like? Did sparks fly?”

“Calm down, it was just kiss on the cheek. And I was only teasing him.”

“Well did you enjoy it?”

“I…er, well… a little,” Spitfire blushed.

“Well good for you girl. You’ll always have the honor of clueless’ first kiss. Speaking of clueless where the hell is he?”

“He went grocery shopping.”

“Ah. I am so gonna rank on him when he gets back!”

“Just don’t tell him about the… you know.”

“Relax, I won’t.”

“Thanks.”

***

Present.

“No,” Jett said, “No. And certainly not in front of you!”

“Well if I left would you do it?”

“Fuck off!”

“What’s the big deal?” Spitfire asked, “It’s not like we haven’t done this before.”

“It’s embarrassing!”

“Not for me!” Dane laughed.

“Fuck you asshat!”

“Come on,” Dane teased, “It’s tradition. And the Japanese side of you loves obeying traditions.”

“Only the ones I want to!”

“Well I want you to obey this one.”

“No.”

“Really? You’re really gonna say no to her?” he said pointing at Spitfire who just smiled and waved, “I mean she’s like the cutest thing in the school.”

“No.”

“If you do it I’ll never bring up her stealing your first kiss again.”

The proverbial record stopped. Jett considered.

“Fine,” he sighed.

“Great!” Dane clapped his hands, “Spitfire there’s handcuffs in the broom closet right there he’s all yours.”

“GOD NO!”

“Relax Jett,” Spitfire laughed, “We’re just messing with you.”

“I hate both of you.”

“We love you too asshole,” Dane laughed. The android sighed, returning to the table. Spitfire and Dane joined him as he sipped his tea.

“Merry Christmas Jett,” Spitfire smiled before kissing him on the cheek again. She noticed his cheeks get a little bit redder. He said nothing and continued to drink and finished his cup. Spitfire was still blushing when Dane spoke up.

“I am so showing this to your father,” he said putting down his phone.

Jett’s empty tea cup flew across the table and shattered on Dane’s head.

“Alright, alright,” Dane laughed, “Still going on Facebook though.”

“I will KILL YOU.”

“Alright I won’t do it. Merry Christmas to you too asshole.”

“Merry Christmas snowball,” Jett laughed, “Merry Christmas Spitfire.”

And Jett is still an oblivious asshole. But he is growing accustomed to Spitfire’s touch and has grown attached to her so there’s something. Let's see where that takes us.