Ciccy shielded her eyes against the raging snow storm with her arm. Her eyes widened and she let out a small yelp as she slipped on a patch of ice. She suddenly felt someone catch her before she hit the ground. "You shouldn't be out in this weather, Ciccy," someone smirked. She looked up at her old friend. She was surprised he'd even spoke to her, they hadn't parted in good terms last. "Johnny Boy," she grinned. "Been a while. How are you?" She asked, standing up. "I'll be better once we get out of this storm," he replied and lead her to a medium sized house. They walked inside and Jonathan went to set up a fire. "How have you been doing?" He asked. "Last time I saw you, we were...where was it?" "Chocolate shop downtown," Ciccy murmured. That damn shop and what happened there was the whole reason she'd left town and moved to New York the last few years. "Yes! That's it! The chocolate shop! What was it you said? "I wouldn't be caught dead with a guy like you"?" He said. There's the Jonathan she knew. He stared at her, his face blank but the ice in his eyes showed her how angry he was. "Jonathan..." she murmured but he didn't stop. "Ya see, I simply wanted to help you. You said your mother was going out with all these guys and she was hurting you so I simply offered to let you stay at my place until you figure something else out. But you pushed me away. We were friends weren't we?" A flicker of hurt and sadness flashed across his face but it was quickly covered by hatred. He glared at her and started walking her way. "Jonathan...I-I never explained-" he cut Ciccy off. "Explained what? I think you made it quite clear you hate me," he shrugged. "You know damn good and well that's not it," she hissed. She was getting angry now. "I didn't want you hurt. My mother is ruthless and I didn't know what she'd do to you if she thought we were close." "So? I thought you were different. But you used me like everyone else. You're just as bad as she is," Jonathan said. His cold eyes were narrowed and his words dropped with venom. "Should've known," Ciccy laughed bitterly. "You're not one to forgive and forget. I'll be on my way then." "Neither are you, Narciccia," he growled. At the mention of her leaving fear flickered across his face but Ciccy didn't see it. She narrowed her eyes and spit on his foot before starting toward the door. Jonathan wanted to stop her but the stronger part of himself kept his mouth shut. Ciccy opened the door when the wind blew in snow and she got a good view of snow blocking the door way before it was slammed shut by wind. She tried to open it but the wind kept it closed tight and the ice on the door knob and lock didn't help her. "Fuck," she hissed under her breath. She could see Octavia's face now, smirking and holding out that jar of hers. It was almost enough to make her smile. Almost. "You're stuck with me. Trust me, I'm as happy about it as you are," Jonathan grumbled and fell into the couch. Ciccy sighed. His words hurt her and she was on the verge of tears. Of course she didn't want him to see this, so she slunk to the floor and buried her face in her hands. Jonathan glanced at her sadly. 'Stop. She's bad...don't feel sorry for her...don't want her back..." he thought. He caught with himself and eventually gave in. He slowly walked over and slunk down beside her. "Go away," Ciccy muttered to him. "I'd like to, Greek Yogurt, but this is my house," he smirked. Ciccy choked on her tears and let out a half hearted, strained laugh. He rested his hand on her shoulder but she shrugged it off. "I just don't get you Jonathan," she said without meeting his eyes. "One minute you're yelling at me saying I'm just like my mother then you're here joking with me like it never happened. You have every right to upset with me. I overreacted and I said things I've regretted. But calling me my mother? You've known me since high school and you think that's who I am?" Jonathan didn't answer. "I thought so," she said and buried her face in her hands again. "Ciccy...I'm sorry. I was mad and I didn't mean it," he whispered. "That sounds familiar. I was scared and I didn't mean what I said. But yet you still dragged be here to your house just to yell at me for it," Ciccy replied. "I'm sorry, Ciccy. I'm sorry for being an ass and not letting you explain yourself and for calling you those names. I didn't mean it. I was just angry," he apologized honestly. Ciccy finally looked at him with tears in her blue eyes. "I'm sorry for the things I said in the damn chocolate shop and I'm sorry for not letting you apologize when that's all I wanted." She glanced down at her feet and rested her forehead on her knees. Jonathan looked at her sadly. Ciccy suddenly felt something warm wrap around her and she looked up. Jonathan was hugging her. Actually, hugging. She hesitated slightly before hugging back. Then all the years caught up with them and they both cried on one another.