A/N: Inspiration from To Kill A Stranger by Fozzy. Yep, more Fozzy. I own no one, Vince does.
After a few hours of lugging luggage and coolers into the cabin, the superstars crashed onto the couches and chairs in the living room, exhausted from fighting their way through the layers and layers of snow. A fire was soon lit in the fireplace, and the cabin was beginning to grow warmer with every passing minute.
"I'm hungry," whined Shawn, breaking the silence. It was the fifth or sixth time he had whined about hunger, the other stars weren't sure. They were tired of hearing him whine, and yet they had only been there for a few hours. John, who was sitting next to Shawn on the floor, looked over at the older man, glaring slightly.
"If you're so damn hungry why don't you get off your skinny ass and get yourself something to eat," he said tiredly, laying his head back against what he thought was the couch, but ended up being Randy's legs. Randy looked down at him, grimacing slightly but was too tired to yell at John. Shawn glared at John, standing up from the floor in a flash. He placed his hands on his hips, glaring down at John.
"You don't need to be so mean to me!" said Shawn with a soft sniffle. He walked over to Mark who sat on the couch next to Randy and Glenn, and began to poke Mark in the face. Mark grumbled softly, and opened his eyes, looking at Shawn. "John's being mean to me!" whined Shawn, sitting himself down in Mark's lap, laying his head against the chest of the larger man. Mark stared at him, his hands twitching at his sides. He reached towards Shawn and shoved him onto the floor, rising to his feet quickly.
"I'm not your damn mother, don't come whining to me, and don't you dare sit on me ever EVER again," he stated dangerously, storming out of the room and up the stairs. The sound of a door slamming followed a few minutes later. The others sat in the living room silently, staring at the stairs before looking at Shawn on the floor who was whining gently. He got up off the floor without their help and walked into the kitchen, searching for something to eat.
"I'm going to go check on Mark," said Glenn after a few minutes, rising from the couch and disappearing upstairs. The others looked at each other again, sighing faintly. Chris rose from his spot in the chair and began to add more wood to the fire in the fireplace while John fell asleep with his head against Randy's legs. Randy looked down at his sleeping friend and sighed faintly, settling himself into a more comfortable position on the couch before he too fell asleep. Chris looked at the two of them, shaking his head before walking into the kitchen, looking at Shawn sitting on one of the counters, a bag of cookies in his hand.
"You okay?" asked Chris tentatively. He knew Shawn didn't like being yelled at, especially by someone he looked up to.
"I'm fine, I just don't like making Mark upset," he answered, looking up at Chris before looking down at his cookies again.
"I'm sure he's just upset about the current situation, just like the rest of us," said Chris, taking one of Shawn's cookies although it didn't seem like the older man really cared. Chris looked at him for a moment before looking out the nearby window, noticing the dark sky. "We should probably get some sleep. We don't know what tomorrow might hold for us," he said, finishing off his cookie. He walked into the living room, shaking Randy awake. Randy grumbled softly, and started to move but couldn't move his legs thanks to John. He leaned down and shook John awake before they both staggered their way tiredly upstairs to bed. Chris put out the fire then walked with Shawn up to their room, falling asleep shortly after he got into bed.
Around midnight, a scratching noise awoke Randy and John from their sleep. They looked around their room but saw nothing. They tried to fall asleep, but ended up hearing the noise again. Quietly getting out of bed, Randy led the two of them down the stairs and to the front door where it seemed the noise was coming from. Peaking out the front window, Randy gasped loudly when he saw two people breaking into their car while another was trying to get into the cabin. John walked over to where Randy was, curious what had made him gasp.
"HEY!" he shouted, waking those upstairs. Randy quickly covered John's mouth with his hand, but it was too late. The others were out of their beds and coming down the stairs.
"What's the meaning of shouting at this hour?" asked Chris, rubbing his eyes tiredly. Randy turned to the others, staring at them.
"Um, there are some guys out there trying to steal our car and break in," said Randy carefully, looking at the others.
"WHAT?!" shouted Mark, walking over to the front door. He threw open the door, surprising the man that had been trying to break in. He gasped at the large man standing inside of the cabin and ran to the car, jumping in as his two pals drove off in the car. "Well that's just great, now we don't have a damn car!" he shouted, slamming the door shut and turning, looking at the others.
"What else could possibly go wrong?" grumbled John as they headed back upstairs to go back to bed. Little did they know, things weren't going to be getting any easier for them.
