If Roxie said one more word about being lonely and depressed, Miles was going to strangle her. He was just about fed up with the whole lonely thing. I mean, it would be one thing if he knew that there was no alternative for her. But the looks that had passed between them, when no one was looking… and that night, when they were alone, and had stayed up all night talking and watching movies… nothing had happened, but there had definitely been something there. It was driving him up a wall. Why couldn't she admit that there was something there?

In desperation, he had asked Sabrina for advice. She had sensed that something was going on, and he had told her everything. "Maybe you two need some alone time so that you can work everything out," she had said. "Right," Miles scoffed, "like that's going to happen anytime soon." At that moment, Morgan stormed in. "I'm going to stay with Brad for February break," she called to anyone that would listen, "so I won't be able to stay here and listen to all of you." Miles' jaw dropped. It stayed there after the phone rang, and Sabrina's aunts told her that she had to go to a family gathering during the free week in February. The speed with which the 'alone time' was arranged left Miles in shock. It was like magic.

Roxie looked anything but thrilled at the turn of events, and if he hadn't noticed the softness in the back of her eyes, Miles would have been looking forward to a painful week. "Guess it's just you and me, Galacticboy," she commented, shrugging and exiting to her room.

The next week flew by, and they were soon on the brink of February break. Sabrina started acting strangely on Thursday, and disappeared early to who knew where. Morgan packed up and would not stop talking about her week to come. Friday was a relief to both Miles and Roxie when Morgan left and there was peace and quiet.

Miles stuck his head into Roxie's room. "Pizza?" he asked. She nodded, waving a hand as if to dismiss him. Thirty minutes later, a nice hot pizza was delivered and Roxie and Miles began their weekend together.

Roxie was extremely tired. Exams had wiped her out; there was just so much she could take. She was a night person and so had no problem staying up late, but mornings took every ounce of strength she had, and by the afternoon, it was nap time. But exams were finally over, and her eyelids drooped from the lack of sleep. Too much studying had to be bad for you, she thought.

"Movie?" Miles asked. Roxie nodded, unable to think. They moved the pizza to the table in the center of the living room. Roxie curled up in a corner of the couch, grabbing a plate and a slice of the college student's staple. Miles searched through the collection of movies that the roommates shared, found Apollo 13 and shoved it into the VCR. Then he followed suit, grabbing a piece of pizza and claiming the opposite end of the couch.

Twenty minutes and 2 pieces of pizza later, Roxie's eyelids became too heavy for her. She was trying very hard to concentrate on the movie, but it was so nice to be in the dark, not thinking…

Miles had a dilemma on his hands. Roxie had been so tired that she had dropped to sleep within minutes. And now she was leaning toward him, resting her head on his shoulder. Not that he minded, not at all… but would she be very happy with him if she woke up in his arms? He doubted it. But she looked so sweet and innocent snuggled up to him and asleep. It was all he could do not to let his own eyes close in sweet and welcome sleep. After all, tomorrow was vacation…

Roxie was lost in dreams. She was walking through campus, running actually, trying to find a class. She was panicking, unable to find it, and knew she would fail whatever class it was. Then suddenly she fell through a hole into her living room, and she was surrounded by mountains of textbooks. They were all piling up, things she had to read, suffocating her… until she found a tunnel out to Miles' room. Where he was sitting, waiting for her with open arms… the work seemed to melt away as she grabbed his hands in her own…

The sun streamed in the window and hit Roxie's face, forcing her to open her eyes. She didn't want to wake up, wanted to go back to sleep… and dream about the guy… the handsome… the… Miles! The memory was almost enough to make her sit up, wide awake. Why was she dreaming about him? She had to get him out of her mind; they lived together, for goodness sake! What would Morgan and Sabrina say? They'd laugh at her foolishness. But she was so warm and comfortable… and that's when she realized that she was resting on Miles' shoulder.

She jumped up, making sure that he was still sleeping. Maybe he hadn't noticed! But she had the distinct feeling that there was something there, and he wouldn't have ignored it like she was trying to. Groggily, trying to clear her head, she stumbled toward her bedroom to get cleaned up and awake.

Miles woke and sighed in disappointment when he realized that Roxie was already up. He had tried to stay awake, watching her, as long as possible. But the comfortable position he was in was just too much.

Not quite awake yet, he stumbled to the kitchen and looked out the window. He was shocked at what he saw; piles and piles of snow! A real New England snow storm had hit as they slept.

"Well, we're not going anywhere for a while," he called to Roxie.

"What?" Roxie couldn't imagine what her roommate was talking about. Her plan was to get out of the house and as far away from Miles for the day as possible. Maybe the cold February air would help clear her mind.

"We seem to be snowed in,"

Miles called. He switched on the television and watched the news confirm that plowing was slow going, and most of the city was closed.

Roxie's heart jumped at this news. She was going to be stuck in the house all day with a guy she couldn't stop thinking about. And it was MILES.