Chapter 29- Snow Day

Chapter 29 -Snow Day

Kim's POV

Waking up on Saturday morning in a quiet house, in a warm bed, and a dark room is nice for a change. Opening my eyes slowly, I'm glad there's no sun to blind me so when my brain starts regaining conscious, I could feel Spencer's whole body on top of me. His legs draping over my legs making them into a leg-sandwich. His arms pinned around my chest, keeping my arms from moving, while his head rests on my shoulder.

I mentally chuckle, rolling my eyes. Nudging him with my elbow, I try waking him up, "Ugh." He moans pulling me tighter into his chest.

"Good morning sleepy head." I chuckle, brushing his hair up so that it wasn't so flopped against his forehead. "How killer is your hangover?" I wonder, trying to untangle from him slightly.

"Killer." He groans, "What time is it?" He asks, with a deep sigh.

"If you let go of me maybe I could check my phone." I giggle, trying to pull my arm free to reach for my phone on the night stand, plugged into the charger. "About ten o'clock." I tell him, looking through the messages on my phone. I remember to call Katie, hoping that she's awake and home safely. It took a couple of rings, but the call as picked up. "Hello?" I question, rolling to my back side and getting more comfortable.

"You have no idea what happened to me last night." Katie mumbles, not even a hello.

"Are you alright?" I ask, a little panicked, thinking of all the worst possibilities. I wouldn't dare forgive myself if something were to happen.

"You've got to come to Dylan's and see for yourself." She scoffs.

"What do you mean?" I question, nudging Spencer to get up and out of bed.

"Just be careful when you're driving. Snow is coming down, but I'm guessing the main roads are plowed." She warns.

"Fine." I sigh, rolling out of bed, "I'll be there in half an hour." I tell her before hanging up.

"What's that all about?" Spencer asks, watching me with his arm behind his head, still relaxed.

"I don't know, but Katie said to get back to Dylan's house." I tell him, going to my closet and grabbing some clothes to change into. I didn't feel like putting in the effort, or looking for a pair of jeans, so I took the first clean pair of yoga pants I found and paired it off with a crew top sweater.

"What's going on at Dylan house? Again." Spencer asks, I hear the bed shift, and I assume he's getting up to change and follow my suit.

"Don't know. Katie just said to come over." I tell him, putting on my new clothes and tossing my PJs to the side. Walking to my bathroom to freshen up and put in my contacts, I search for some Advil and hand it to squinty eyed Spencer, avoiding the light like a vampire. "How much did you drink?" I ask, shaking my head.

"When this hangover passes and I gain my memory back I'll let you know." He says with a minor chuckle.

I peak around the house to make sure the coast is clear before letting Spencer come down. I didn't know if my parents went to work, but knowing them nothing would stop them. Not even a little bit of snow. "Ugh, don't walk to fast, it gives me headaches."

I pull his hand down the stairs and grab my coat, slipping on my snow boots and waiting for Spencer's slow pace to be finished. "So much for a nice morning with breakfast in bed." I frown, grabbing my bag and looking for Spencer's keys. No way did he look fit to drive yet.

"There's always next time." He smiles, pushing my chin up and kissing my lips. A smile forms on my face as I open the front door and walk to the car. My feet trudged through the snow, crunching under my feet. It wasn't a lot of snow, but it covered the lawns and streets like a pure white blanket. A winter wonder land.

The car felt like an ice box. My fingers were already numb and I haven't even been outside for more than a minute. The car alone would take some time to warm up so we could turn the heater on, otherwise cold air would just blow through and make the situation worse.

It was a long drive to Dylan's, only because I drove under thirty miles per hour because of the snow still sticking to the roads. I couldn't tell you if Spencer was napping in the passenger seat or looking out to the view since he had found some sunglasses to put over his eyes to reduce the pain of his hangover.

Instead of taking about ten minutes to get to Dylan's, it took about double the time. We go there though, eventually, in one piece. I knocked on Dylan's front door, waiting, while looking around to find cars still parked in this driveway, coated with fresh fallen snow. When the door was finally open Katie cracked it open, standing behind the door and letting us in.

"Gees, I thought you'd never show up- Oh, hey Spencer." Katie greets, finding Spencer following right behind me. He raised his hand in a way of saying hello. She looks up and down at him, a sly grin forming at her lips.

I avoid her eye contact, looking around the semi messy house, "So what did you call us here for? Clean up crew?" I looked over to her and noticed something weird. That was definitely not her top. "What happened to your shirt?" I ask, indicating to a baggy graphic tee she was wearing now.

"Oh, yeah, long story short it's not wearable at the moment. Anyways, I want you to see this for yourself." She says, directing us else wear. As we walked through the house, kicking cups and cans around that were in our way. Katie stopped at the living room, spreading her arms wide to show us the boys laying on the floor.

I examine the bodies, poking someone's side with my foot. The dark brown hair looked familiar because that mop of messy brown hair belong to no other than my best guy friend. "Why is he sleeping on the floor?" I ask, turning to Katie.

"Beats me." She shrugs, "This one rolled off the couch about three times, and when he did so he had to run for the toilet." She goes on to explain further, pointing to a chestnut hair colored boy who could only be taken as Tyler.

"At least Tyler did it the smart way." Spencer mumbles, pointing to the couch. Crashing on the couch did seem to me the most comfortable way out of this. I don't know why Asher found the ground more comfortable when there's a perfectly empty and cozy couch.

"I also found someone in the tub upstairs, and Dylan actually slept on his bed, but uh, not alone of course." Katie says, a big sigh as she takes a step toward the couch. "Anybody want coffee? Made a fresh pot thinking everyone will probably need it when they wake up." She says after looking over the couch to peek at Tyler.

"That sounds bomb right now." Spencer says, following her to the kitchen. I squat down next to Asher, shaking his shoulder for him to wake up.

"Ash, come on, wake up." I tell him softly, knowing that a loud voice wouldn't be something any hung over person would want to hear this morning.

He groans, moving around slightly just to turn his head the other way and burying it in the crook of his arm. I sigh running my hands through his hair and shaking my head. It's sad to see him like this, I actually felt bad. Grabbing a pillow from the couch I tried sliding it under his head, not really caring if I woke him up, he would just groan at me again and fall back asleep. I picked up the plastic cups around him.

Walking to the kitchen I threw them away in the already overfilled trash bin. "Yeah I tried looking for more trash bins, but I found an empty box instead." Katie tells me, handing me a mug.

"Thanks." I mumble to her, setting the stack of cups and trash down on the cluttered counter. "What happened to Maddi?" I wonder, taking the first bitter sip. Looking around for the sugar jar I waited for her reply.

"I don't know. I hope she's not the blond with Dylan though." Katie replies quietly, her eyes darting around, looking for Spencer. "So? You and Spencer last night?" She questioned hesitantly with the click of her tongue.

"A women never tells what happens under the sheets." I smirk, stirring my coffee and taking a much delightful sip, "I just took Maddi's advice." I shrug, with a small smile on my face.

"No dirty details?" She whispers frantically.

"None." I mutter quietly, shaking my head, "Now my question to you. What happened last night?"

She looks back down quickly at her mug, taking a slow slip, "I just made sure all the guys didn't drive home." She shrugs, tossing her blond hair over her shoulder.

"Not just one particular boy?" I question, with an interested narrow look. "When I left last night you didn't seem to care what he did."

"Well I took what you said into consideration and as a friend I was considered if he was going to drive home and to prevent that I stuck around." She said with a shrug of her shoulders and sipping her coffee.

"Well something must have happened." I nudged, sipping my own hot coffee.

"We talked." She sighed deeply, a small grin turning on the corners of her lips, "He actually called me Kate." She chuckles.

"Well isn't that something." I say with a bit of shock in my voice.

"You know he was different last night. After about half a dozen beers and shots later, but when I laid him on that couch and was going to leave them all here, he actually talked to me like a normal person. He wasn't a show off or flirty, he was... normal?"

I placed the back of my hand on her forehead and her red cheeks as she gives me a bizarre look, "I'm sorry I'm checking if you're okay, you said Tyler King was acting normal." I acted with genuine concern.

She chuckles, throwing her head back lightly and shaking her head, "I know, it sounds impossible, but if you were here you probably wouldn't believe it yourself." She says, hugging her mug with both hands, grinning so hard that her dimples appeared.

"Let's just hope for your heart's sake that he doesn't wake up as a douche." I tease her with a grin.

"What do you mean by that?" She questions, raising her eyebrow.

"You'll see." I mouthed, seeing someone coming up from the corner of my eye. A disgruntled and hung over Dylan Roberts showed up, with Spencer in tow pushing him along.

"Someone is going to need to take care of the girl upstairs." Spencer says, passing by us. He finds a chair and plops Dylan in it, patting his head childishly.

"Stop talking and stop hitting my head." Dylan growls, hiding his face in his arms and laying on the table.

"Who's upstairs?" Katie asks, looking for another mug. I take it from her, assisting her to make another cup for our next hung over customer.

"I don't know. Her face was in the pillow." Spencer says with a small shrug. I place the coffee in front of Dylan, making it like a normal coffee since I didn't know what he preferred. "Drink up Dylan, or suffer all day."

"I'll deal with the girl." Katie says, walking away.

"This house is an absolute disaster of a mess." I comment, leaning onto him.

"We should help cleaning it." Spencer suggests, circling his arm around my waist.

"Yeah, we could." I agree, looking around at the mess our student body left behind. If I were to ever throw a party no one would ever be able to leave until the whole house was clean. No way would I throw a party in my house for people to trash. The least people could do after illegally drinking and doing whatever else, they could stick around and clean. I guess that's the freak in me talking though.

"Kim! A little help!" Katie shouts, loud enough for it to echo in the house and earn multiple groans from all the hung over boys.

I rush up the stairs to help her. She's leaning over the banister, waiting, with a slight wary look on her face. "You might want to see who the blond is." She whispers, tossing his head to the side in the direction she walks off too.

She didn't need to spell it out, someone already came to mind. "Please don't tell me she slept with Dylan. How drunk does one need to be to make that mistake?" I scoff, shaking my head and following her to the room.

"Well I think it's her, the new Uggs kind of put that thought in my head." Katie says, walking into the room. She's the first to shake the blond girl's shoulder as I look around the room finding only the women's article of clothing are the boots, but with the tan skin and golden hair I didn't have one doubt in my mind that it's Maddi on the bed.

With Katie still shaking her shoulder I yanked the sheets off and found her still fully clothed. "That looks promising." I say, indicating that she still had her clothes on and wasn't butt naked. "Maddi, wake up." I ordered, pushing her body with more force so that she rolled onto her back.

She groans, eyes still squeezing shut, "Shut the fuck up and let me sleep." She mutters, throwing her arms over her face.

I throw my hands up in the air in surrender knowing how much I'd hate it if someone continued to wake me up after that statement. "Well just so you know you slept in the same bed as Dylan and we're all downstairs with coffee." Katie says, throwing the cover back over her head. Maddi moans as we leave.

"Did you see how much she had to drink last night?" I ask her as we walk back down the stairs.

"Not as much as the boys did. Gees, they still kept going even after you left. It had to be close to two in the morning when I fell asleep on the sofa chair in the living room; and that's when everyone stopped drinking and crashed." Katie explains as we enter the kitchen, picking up plastic cups on the way.

Who knew when Mr. and Mrs. Roberts came home from wherever they went. As much as Dylan doesn't care what the state of his house looks or how much trouble he'll probably be, I still felt somewhat sorry and slightly OCD. I couldn't stand to see a mess this big.

"They will probably say something along the lines of 'we deserve it, we're state champions' or 'we're seniors in high school YOLO'." I quote, from one of the many times Asher has excused why he deserved to get shitfaced for the night. I didn't see the fun of it though. Even the two time I accidently have done so it wasn't worth the hangover.

Katie scoffs, piling more plastic cups on the kitchen counter, "You're right." She admits.

"Those two will not wake up even if there's a fire." Spencer says, pointing to the two in the living room.

"Let me try again." I say with a sigh, "See if you can find anything to use to throw out this garbage. Even if you have to bring a trash bin inside." I say before walking back in the living room.

Kneeling next to Asher I shake his shoulder again, taking a deep breath, "Ash come on, you'll feel better if you wake up. Katie made a strong cup of coffee." I tell him, as if he could hear me. "If you take some Advil you'll feel even better. I'm sure Dylan must have some of that blowfish stuff you bought me when I had my first hangover. Then you can take a nice hot shower and you'll feel just as new again."

"Will you shower with me?" He mumbles into the pillow I slipped him earlier.

I chuckle, rolling my eyes even though he couldn't see me, "You must be feeling somewhat better if you're acting your ole self." I mention, patting his back, "Come on, I'll make you a cup of coffee." I bribe, "Besides, I'm sure this floor isn't the least bit comfortable."

"Give me a minute." He whispers with a loud yawn afterwards. One down, one to go.

I walk off to the couch, pulling the pillow from beneath Tyler, "Get up asshole you're burning daylight." I tell him, yanking his shoulder.

"Daughter of a bastard leave me the fuck alone." He groans, thrashing around and somehow kicking me in the leg. With a scowl I look up to find Katie walking by with another cup of steaming coffee.

"You can deal with this one." I tell her, pointing down at Tyler. I give him one final flick on the head and stalk away to make a cup of coffee with Asher. I see though, a smirk on Katie's face before she walks into the living room. She kneels eye level to Tyler and I lose sight of her since she's hidden behind the couch.

Turning the corner Asher rubs his eyes and looks over his shoulder. Seeing him I stir what I've put in his coffee, "Why can't I get waken up like that every day?" He says speaking up and pointing behind him.

"Huh?" I mumble, handing him a coffee mug.

"He'll be over in ten seconds." Katie says, determined, grabbing another mug, "Damn we need to make more coffee."

Even though it looked like he didn't want to be up or wake Tyler was indeed walking into the kitchen, even with the scowl on his face. "Morning Tyler." Spencer says, all chipper and drinking his coffee.

"Shut the hell up." He snaps, stealing the mug of coffee that was untouched and in front of Dylan, who still had his head down on the table.

What a grouch.

"Dude, you look like a wreck." Asher comments in a quiet mumble when Tyler takes a seat next to him on the table.

"Blame it on your mother." He frowns, before bringing his mug to him lips.

"Really dude?" Spencer says in a flat tone.

"You're irrelevant." He continues to bicker, sending harsh glares around, "And why is everyone in my house, get the fu-"

"You're in Dylan's house, stupid." Spencer corrects him, getting up from the table with his mug. He looks around the house behind his narrow eyes, like a blind squirrel looking for a nut.

Both Asher and Tyler gave out Oohs. Next, came louder footsteps down the stairs, "I was promised coffee." Maddi said calmly standing in the middle of the kitchen.

"Hey, since when did you get here?" Spencer wonders, turning around and finding her in the kitchen with the bunch of us.

"Ugh." Tyler groans, looking at her and then back to his coffee.

"Coffee." She demands, holding her finger up in the air.

"Just finished brewing." Katie says, "Anybody else for a refill?"

"Blondie, Starbucks will love to have you on the job." Tyler mentions, watching her in the kitchen.

"I'll get right on that after the snow storm passes." She says, sarcastically, pouring coffee into a mug and handing it to Maddi.

"It's snowing?" Tyler repeats, lifting his head and looking at the nearest window.

"Oo, snow!" Maddi gasps, turning herself around and leaving the room. Tyler gets up from his chair with his mug, snatching the sunglasses off the top of Spencer's head and leaving the room as well.

"Is he dead or something?" Asher asks, shoving Dylan's arm to wake him.

"He's been like that for a while." I comment, wondering what could be wrong with him. We all heard the front door slam, that's when we figured Dylan wasn't dead since he groaned the loudest out of anyone.

"I hate him, I hate him so much." Maddi grumbles, shaking herself off in the middle of the kitchen, snow falling on the ground and melting quickly on the floor.

"Join the club." I agree, thinking she was talking about Tyler. Only Tyler King could make you feel that way.

Before anyone could blink it happened, a ball of white flung across the room. I just closed my eyes and slowly shook my head because I know what had exactly happened. Tyler King just started a snow ball fight.

"You are so dead." I heard Spencer mumble, "You are so fu-"

"King you have about three seconds to hide before I bash your head into a mound of snow." Asher said in a threatening voice. "One... two..."

And that's what started it all. Three snowballs thrown in the house, melting on Mrs. Roberts poor oak hardwood floors, and Tyler King getting white washed by everyone in the house as overdue revenge.

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"I'm so cold." I chatter, crossing my arms tightly around myself. Although we're –supposedly- smart and responsible teenagers, we all ended up outside for an hour, pelting snowballs at each other until we all were wet and cold.

It got a little out of hand you could say.

Yet there we all were, outside on Dylan's front yard for an hour -at the most-, the boys slightly hung over still and squinting against their headaches from the brightness of the white snow. After realizing how stupid of a mistake we made and rushed inside for a warmer environment, there was a lot of things wrong.

First, everyone's clothes were damp. Second, the aftermath of last night's party was still spread out through the entire first floor of Dylan's house. Third, seven teenagers were immensely famished. Forth, the snow fall was coming down even heavier than earlier making the roads unstable to drive on. Fifth, in front of six witnesses, Tyler King called Katie by her actual name, and not blondie.

"So ordering pizza is out of the question?" Tyler repeated, looking around the room at the shocked faces. The only non-shocked look came from Katie, she just looked smudged.

"You're an idiot for thinking the pizza guy would drive all the way here to satisfy your needs." Katie scoffs, taking off her socks.

"I don't need the pizza guy for that. That's what you're here for." He teases, a wink batting from his green eyes and his signature smirk. Everyone seemed less tense now knowing with that little comment Tyler was back to his ole self.

"Man my parents are going to set me on fire when they come home to this mess." Dylan comments, looking around to see the damage that had been done to his house. I guess he didn't really pay a close attention to it all when rushing out to catch Tyler after putting snow down his shirt.

"And to think we even cleaned some of it." I pointed out to the pile of cups and can on top of the counter.

"No one leaves this house until this is all cleaned up." Dylan says as he walks away and points to all of us.

"Hey I'm not a maid service you moron." Tyler shouts after him.

"You can't bake a cake and eat it too, Tyler." Katie says, meaning he couldn't just come to his best friend's house for their victory celebration and not think to help clean the mess.

"Like hell I can." Tyler scoffs, rummaging through cabinets. While the boys bicker lightly and push Dylan around, We girls thought it would be smart to throw our clothes in the dryer and borrow some of Dylan's clothes so we couldn't get a cold or something.

We switched off here and there. Girls would throw something together to eat while the boys went tidying around the house in case Mr. and Mrs. Roberts came back. I have to say we made a pretty good breakfast. Pancakes, bacon and warm syrup was a big hit. The house looked somewhat back to normal. I mean there weren't any cups or alcohol everywhere so that's a start.

"So, round two?" Tyler smirks, stuffing a quarter of his pancake into his mouth and looking around the table.

Asher groans, "I'm still trying to get over the first round." He admits.

"And we just cleaned my house so unless it's at your place no." Dylan states, shaking his head.

Spencer laughs humorously, munching on a piece of bacon, "That won't happen."

"I say we all stay put until the storm blows over and the roads are clear and watch a good movie." Maddi suggests, a confident smile on her face thinking everyone would agree to the idea.

"Kim picks sucky movies -no offense- Katie doesn't watch horror movies because of seventh grade, Dylan falls asleep ninety percent of the time-"

"And I hate movies." Tyler interrupts Asher, plunging his fork into his pancakes, making a clinging noise with his fork and plate.

"Hey, chill, my mom knows when a plate goes missing. I can't afford another speech about a broken plate." Dylan warns, looking over at Tyler.

"Bite me." Tyler barks, before sipping his orange juice.

"Maybe we can all just agree on a comedy or something. Oh! We can plays cards, or a board game-"

"Or sleep." Asher adds.

"You had three cups of coffee today and you want to sleep?" I scoff, shaking my head.

"I say we rent a comedy!" Maddi pipes in again with her ideas.

"Christmas movie!" Katie says instead.

"Alright but only if we watch Home Alone." Tyler says, pointing his fork at Katie.

"Deal!" She says, slapping the table without anyone else's vote. It's not like we had much of a choice. After everything was picked up and Dylan was satisfied we all took up residence on some spot on the couch to watch the movie. Even if we all did fall asleep before the McCallister's left for vacation.

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