So I woke up the other day, and wanted to go back to sleep immediatly. It was one of those stay-in-bed-and-do-nothing-at-all days. But I knew I had to do something, I'm not the type of person to stay in bed all day and do nothing.

So I stayed in bed all day and started writing a new story!

I began the story with Crona, and I liked where it was heading, so I decided I would just start writing random stories about each character and how they deal with the cold weather.

Enjoy!

Story 1:

*~*~*Cold Day, Movie Night*~*~*

It was cold.

It was cold outside. It was cold inside. It was cold no matter where he went. Whether he was sitting on his couch trying to warm himself up with a silly little blanket, or whether he was outside walking down to the corner store to get a box of hot chocolate mix, it was always, undeniably, cruelly, hurtfully cold.

And he just didn't know how to deal with that.

So he decided not to deal with it. Not today at least. It was the first of November, and freezing rain was pouring down from the sky, and the moment the young meister awoke to see the dull grey clouds that blocked out the sun and set a wintery haze over the town, he closed his eyes again and cuddled up to his pillow in somnolence.

Around an hour later his phone began to ring, but lacking the will to speak to anybody today, he ignored it and fell back to sleep rather quickly.

A few minutes after that, it rang again. Again, he ignored it. It rang yet again a few minutes later, and yet again he avoided even flinching towards the sound. It was a lazy day, who on earth would be trying to call him when it was obvious that he was trying to sleep in?

Well, he knew who it was. The ring was that cheery tone, the Ladybug Ringtone, he believed it was called. That was the ringtone he chose for Maka when she got him the phone. She of all people should know that Crona was not crazy about cold weather, so why was she so desperate to get ahold of him?

There it went again, that cheery, cute, extremely loud ringtone that made his heart race just a bit each time he heard it. On any other day, that ringtone would send him running to the phone just to hear his sweet dear friend's voice. Today was a different story. Even though his heart wanted to answer it, his brain was a zombie right now. He was not going to answer that phone.

A few minutes of peace rolled by, around ten at least, and he had finally decided it would be safe to fall back asleep without the possibility of being interrupted yet again by that damn ladybug noise. It was so warm in this position he was in, and so peaceful with the gentle tapping of the icy cold rain against the frosted glass of the window above his bed. His head was rested perfectly in-between the sweet cushiony goodness of his fluffy pillow, and his baby blue microfiber blanket was keeping in all the warmth that his body was giving off, and sending it right back onto his soft, porcelain skin as he avoided moving even a muscle in fear that his perfect position would be destroyed and he'd have to find a new one all over again.

This was absolute bliss, the warmth, the butterfly feeling of happiness as he smiled into his pillow and imagined all the other people out there who didn't get to sleep in on a day like this, and he actually felt privileged for a moment or two.

And then that damn ladybug came back.

He gave out a whine as he became more aware of the fact that she was probably worried about him, or had to ask him something important, or had to tell him that there was a giant man eating moth who's currently terrorizing the town.

He pulled the covers over his head and rose himself a bit, fearing that the cool air in the room would hit him the moment his face left the pillow. He gently came over to the side of the bed where his nightstand was, and he reached a hand out of his little amoeba-looking state and immediately felt the cold air on his thin hand as he reached for his phone.

Just as he could feel the cold plastic of the little telephonic device, however, it stopped ringing, and in exhaustion from those few moves, he collapsed back onto the bed, whining as he realized he now had to spend fifteen minutes getting comfortable again.

Just as he was settling back into his sleepy state, the ringtone went off yet again and he pounced on it in frustration, flipping it open long before he mustered up the willpower to bring it under the covers and hold it up to his ear.

Lazily, he awaited a "Hello?" before he gave his own response.

"Crona? Are you there?" He mumbled out something that sounded like a mix of both Yes and No as he remained in his sleeping position and gave out a yawn.

"Oh, so you're still sleeping, that's why you weren't answering, huh?" Maka said cutely as Crona hoped and prayed that she'd hang up soon.

"I told you so!" He heard Soul shout in the background. "Not everyone is a psycho like you, some people enjoy sleep!"

"Shut up, I'm talking!" She replied back to him, turning her head away from the mouthpiece so that Crona would hopefully not hear her, even though he did. "Anyhow, I was worried about you, honey, it's already two and you haven't texted to say when you're coming over."

"Wha…?" Crona mumbled out. He didn't recall telling Maka he'd be over today… What day was it again?

"Yeah! Last night we talked about hanging out and watching movies all day, remember?"

"Oh… I kinda do…"

"Are you still coming over?"

"…Uh…" Crona peeked his head out from under the covers and looked out the window at the freezing, cold, wet day that was awaiting him out there. Either trek a quarter of a mile through that to watch some movies and cuddle with his best friend, or stay in bed all day and not have to face the cold, stinging rain.

He could be with Maka any day of the week though, right? She was always inviting him over, it was nice, he loved being around her. But this is just crazy, if he agreed, then he'd have to get dressed, go outside, get wet, have Maka fuss over him being wet and saying that he's gonna get a cold, then change into some of Soul's weird baggy clothes, then have Maka blow dry his hair so that he didn't get sick, then sit on the couch while Maka yells at Soul about something, then finally sit down and watch the movie while Soul makes rude comments about every character, then sit there in silence as Maka yells at him yet again, and then either go home or spend the night, and if he spent the night, he could pretty much bet on having to hear Maka and Soul arguing about breakfast the next day.

He knew that scenario far too well, it's happened at least a thousand times before. But today, sleeping in and not seeing Maka and Soul actually sounded kind of nice. It would just be him for once, he could do whatever he wanted to, like sleep. Sleep sounded really nice right now.

"I-I… think I'm gonna pass…"

"What, what do you mean?" He could almost hear Maka's heart break in her voice. He never denied spending time with her…

"I-It's so rainy out… You know?"

"…Um, it's alright, I understand. Goodbye, hon…"

"Bye…" He slapped the phone shut and quickly fell back to sleep, feeling a little depressed with the fact that he just declined a day spent watching movies with his best friend for a day spent in bed… But he quickly got over it as his dreams came back into his vision.

0o*o0o*o0

At least an hour went by when Crona was suddenly awakened yet again by a loud, obnoxious noise. But it wasn't that Ladybug tone, it was the doorbell.

The doorbell was a little bit harder to ignore compared to a cellphone. You could turn the phone on silent, or even turn it off, and just forget about it. You can't turn off a doorbell.

Crona lazily raised himself from the bed, his blanket wrapped around his shoulders as he made his way towards the door. Slowly he made his way past the tan loveseat that was placed perfectly in the middle of the living room, and then took just a few more steps towards the door until he bravely reached his cold hand towards the doorknob, grasped the tiny lock with his fingers, and turned it, releasing the door from its locked state and allowing him to open it up to reveal his friend, whom was in a soaked yellow poncho and holding two bags, one that seemed to be filled with movies, the other with various junk foods.

"I figured we could have the movie day at your house!" Maka said happily as she waited for him to wave her in, her pigtails failling to the side as she tilted her head and smiled happily at him. Crona sighed, thinking about how nice it would be to just go back to bed, but then he realized how cold she seemed, she was obviously shivering uncontrollably. She went through all this trouble and became a human popsicle just to have a movie day with him, how could he say no?

He smiled and then walked out of the way so that she could come inside. Without a word he dropped his blanket to the floor, which revealed his warm lilac pajamas, and grabbed the bags for her so that she could quickly take off her soaked poncho.

"Just drop it on the floor, I'm not a clean freak like Kid." Crona said as he placed the bags on the kitchen counter and slowly walked over to Maka to give her a hug.

She felt so cold to him, and to her, he was extremely warm. Then again being in bed bundled up all day tends to do that to a person. She wrapped her arms around his waist and sighed into his embrace, stealing as much of his body heat as was possible.

He released her after a few seconds of bliss, which was upsetting for both of them, but it was done anyways.

"I know that you don't have a TV, so I brought a portable DVD player." She walked towards one of the bags and reached in to bring out a little black case that read Lesoni on the top in silver letters.

"Which movies did you bring?" Crona asked as he tilted his head and took a step towards the bags on the counter.

"You can look through them and see which one you want to watch first. Most of them are romantic comedies. I know you like happy movies, so I made sure no main characters die in any of them."

Crona reached his hand into the bag and brought out the first movie, "The Blue Rose", a romantic comedy about two people who fall in love over coffee on New Year's Day. The girl brings the guy home to meet her parents, and her father tries everything in his power to chase him away. It sounded funny, but not quite to Crona's taste.

The next was "Melancholic Klover" a story about a famous poet who falls in love with a mortician. Klover, the poet, must reveal to him her deepest, darkest secret if she ever wants to be with him, that secret being that her dog, Fofo, is the actual writer of her poems and the reason for her success. Not only did it sound strange and unreal, it didn't sound too funny either. Crona put it in the "Do Not Watch" pile and continued searching through the DVDs.

The third was the first season of the TV show "The life on the land", which was based on his favorite book. It featured a girl, whom reminded him a lot of Maka, and her adventures with her pyromaniac brother Kevin, too-cool-for-words cousin Jake, timid and shy best friend Alice, tomboy best friend Danielle, and the protagonist's womanizing father Dan, or Don, or John, Crona couldn't remember the father's name all that well.

"This one! Let's watch this!" Crona said excitedly.

"I knew you'd like that one. I haven't seen it yet, but I bought it at the store last night since I knew you loved the book." Crona happily grabbed his blanket from off the floor and headed towards his bedroom, Maka fallowing closely behind with the bag of junk food in one hadn and the movie player in the other.

0o*o0o*o0

The two were cuddled together happily in bed, the covers draped over them as various bags of chips surrounded them, and a DVD player sat right in-between them. Crona had his arms wrapped around Maka's shoulder's as he lay propped up against the headboard of his bed, a few pillows resting behind his so that it wasn't uncomfortable for him. Maka was draped over his chest, happily munching on some white cheddar popcorn as the show started.

The first episode earned quite a few laughs, especially from Kevin the pyromaniac, but the second episode shocked them so much that all they could do was stare the entire thirty minutes that it was on.

In this episode, Tracy, the protagonist, meets her long lost cousin Jake and invites him to stay with her family for a while. But the actor who played Jake looked absolutely identical to Kid, just without the lines on his head, plus his eyes were blue...

"Never in my life have I met anyone so uncool, Tracy. I'm serious, if you want to hang with us, throw the book out the window." Even seeing the look alike say such a thing was simply too strange for words. If Kid ever seen this show, he'd have a heart attack. On top of that, he set a toilet on fire, broke a car window, stuck a Barbie doll in a blender, and blew up an oven. He was the crazy, uncontrollable, classic bad boy, but in the prim and proper Kid's body.

After a moment of staring and contemplating whether Kid ever mentioned anything about being an actor a few years ago, the two laughed at the fact that they found their friend's doppelganger in a show that was based off one of their favorite books.

Soon, the duo began to fall asleep as the show continued playing in front of them and the rain continued pouring outside. The gentle little taps of icy rain upon the glass played a soft, soothing tune that sent the two best friends into a dream world all their own.

Crona soon learned that it was much better to stay in bed all day with your best friend then to stay in bed all day by yourself.

That ending was bothering me for a while, it seemed rushed to me. Oh well, maybe it's because I'm hungry...

None of those movies actually exist, I made them up for the story. So, technically, I do own them, so HAH! I wonder if that means I also own the bad boy Kid look-alike... Hmmmm...

Speaking of Kid, my seven year old cousin has recently become obsessed with symmetry, and it's the cutest thing ever! I swear I had nothing to do with it, as far as I know, unless having something to do with it would involve the fact that he likes to read my manga collection when I'm not around...

So, my little wannabe-Kid cousin has inspired me to start writing some Yotsuba&! fanfics, because we both read the manga and he loves Yotsuba because she reminds him of himself. So yeah, that and I wanna start on some original works, just because, you know?

Currently I'm trying to figure out an easy way to put white hairspray into my hair while also watching my lizard stare at me as he awaits his daily worm feeding. He's obviously pissed with me and is giving me that Feed-me-or-you-die look...

I'm coming, Mordecai!

Sincerely,

-The Symmetricalist