Abigail plays Nancy Drew with Sam and Sebastian. It goes about as well as you'd expect. Sam/Sebastian, with minor background relationships.
Sequel to 'Come to Light.'
"You guys remembered to grab the shorts, right?" Abigail asks, as she stacks the head of their Lewis snowman onto its body. They'd woken up bright and early for the Festival of Ice that morning – mostly because Abigail's mom had come in to double check that the boys weren't in bed with her. (Abigail wonders if her mom noticed that Sam and Sebastian were actually snuggled up with each other.)
Sebastian produces the boxers from the pocket of his hoodie. "I'm going to have to burn this sweater now," he mutters.
"No you won't," Sam argues, adjusting the snowman's yellow tie, "you almost never take that thing off."
They drape the silky purple boxers over the lower half of the snowman, and secure it in place with some tightly packed snow.
"Hold on," Sebastian says, stepping backwards to study their work. "I have an idea." He pulls the carrot they were using as the nose out of the snowman's head, and inserts it behind the boxers, tenting the fabric.
Sam laughs. "Holy fuck, Seb; you're a genius."
"We're going to get about twenty extra hours of community service for giving it a boner, I hope you guys know that," Abigail says. She can't help grinning, though; it's probably the best snowman they've ever built.
Sebastian shrugs. "We're doing him a favour; I could've used a baby carrot."
Sam laughs harder, and Abigail has to elbow him to get him to shut up. She glances over her shoulder to see if anybody's noticed the raging hard-on their snowman is sporting. Penny was attempting to coax Vincent away from the ice, while Jas collected pebbles to decorate their snowman; Emily was redressing Clint's snowman, batting his hands away whenever he tried to help; and Alex was sculpting a six-pack on his snowman, pausing to flex next to it while Haley snapped pictures on her phone.
"He's definitely into dudes," Sebastian comments, nodding towards Alex.
Abigail elbows him. "Don't go starting another fight, Seb. We're already going to be in enough shit when Lewis figures out who built this snowman."
Lewis, still blissfully unaware of the snowman that's now wearing his silk boxers, calls for the fishing tournament to begin, and the three of them shuffle towards the pond with the rest of the townspeople.
Abigail ditches Sebastian and Sam to go stand with her parents; she can only tolerate so many 'master baiter' jokes. That, and watching the two of them attempt to inconspicuously hold hands proves to be far more entertaining. They brush hands a couple of times – and even though their faces are both pink from the cold, Abigail can tell they're blushing – before linking their pinky fingers together.
The farmer's participating in the fishing tournament for the first time this year, except she's doing such a bad job that it's almost painful to watch. Halfway through she manages to get her fishing rod stuck – to what, Abigail's not exactly sure – and Willy ends up winning the tournament as usual.
"Well that was fucking excruciating," Sebastian comments once Abigail meets up with the boys again.
"Quiet," Abigail replies. "You know what's excruciating? Watching Sam get his ass kicked at a game he's been playing every Friday night for thirteen years."
"At least I don't get my cue stick stuck to anything!" Sam protests.
A sudden shout from the Mayor prevents them from bickering any further. "Who made this?" Lewis yells. Sam grabs Abigail's arm, and pulls her into a nearby bush, along with Sebastian.
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