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A/N: Hey all! This is out of order, but in honor of all the snow I got in my hometown due to Winter Storm Stella, I decided to post this. Enjoy! And of course, please, please R&R. Comments are always appreciated :D

Kota

I sense Sang waking beside me. Somehow, I can always tell. I've been up for a while, but since we don't have anything much planned today I figure I'll let the rest of the guys rest. We all deserve it. And badly need it, too, probably.

Sang suddenly turns, and it's an effort to keep my eyes closed. She's quiet, content to simply lie there, breathing next to me. I thread my arms around her shoulders, inviting her in. She immediately snuggles in close, burrowing her face into me and tucking her legs into mine. For a long moment she becomes so still I think she's gone back to sleep. But then I feel her grinning against my chest.

"Guys," she calls.

I think Luke or Nate grumbles something nearby.

"Guys," she calls louder. "Guys, wake up."

"Go back to sleep, Sang. It's too early to get up," North growls.

Sang stills again, then starts wriggling. She's excited about something, but I can't figure out why. In any case, her wriggling is turning me on. Never mind the fact that it's morning and I've woken up next to the most beautiful girl I've ever met and I already have a hard-on. Her moving around's not helping matters.

"Baby, sleep."

I finally reach a hand up, rubbing her back. Might as well give the guys a break. "Sang, let them sleep. It's vacation," I add softly.

"No," she whines. Strange. She's never so adamant unless it's something really important. What could be so critical this early in the morning? "Get up, guys. We have to go outside."

Gabe lets out a loud groan. "Trouble, I love you and everything, but shut the fuck up and go back to sleep."

"Guys. It's snowing."

My hand stills at her back. What? Snow? Here? "Sweetie, you're dreaming." Sang has nightmares, and she'd often whimper, but she never talked in her sleep. This is a first.

"No really. It's snowing."

"You can't even see the window," I say.

"It's snowing. I swear. I can hear it."

How does a person "hear" snow? Is that even possible? I hear Gabe let out a snort, before he and some others start chuckling. "You're so full of shit, Trouble."

"Meanie?" Sang sing-songs beside me. I smile at her, eyes fully open now. Her silliness never fails to amuse me. It's part of what I love about her.

"Trouble."

"Go look."

I'm sure she's joking, but at least we'll all have a good laugh if he actually falls for this.

"No," says Gabe. "You're tricking me."

"I swear. It's snowing."

"No, it isn't."

Sang turns away from me in a huff to lie on her back. I prop up my head on my hand, and look down at her. "I bet you a dollar," she says.

"I'm not getting up for a dollar," Gabe replies back.

"I'll bet you . . . what do you want?"

"Gabe, don't fall for it. She'll get you to get up and then while you're up, she'll get you to get something for her. Like a cup of water or something. It's an evil girl trick."

I snort. Sounds like something you'd do, too, Luke, I think.

But Sang's getting frustrated now, because none of us are really paying attention to her and no one wants to get up. "Guys," she says. "I swear. I'd bet my soul . . ."

"No betting your soul, Princess."

Sang grumbles. "Gabriel. Go look."

"No."

"Please?"

I snigger inwardly. Poor Gabriel.

"Fuck, no."

"God damn," shouts Nathan. "Someone get up and tell her it's not snowing so she'll go back to sleep."

Sang groans, shoving her hands up against her face, yawning and stretching. Like a little kitten. So cute. I'm still smiling and just lying there watching as she peeks out again over my shoulder. "Gabriel, I'll give you anything you want if I'm wrong. Cross my heart. It's snowing outside right now."

"I swear, Trouble, there is no possible way it is snowing. This is South Carolina. South. It hasn't snowed in like a hundred years."

"And I'm telling you, I can hear it. It's snowing. I'm from Illinois. It snows there. I know what it sounds like." I'm going to have to ask her exactly what that means sometime soon.

"Trouble, you asked for it." I hear Gabe finally getting up and move. "You can't hear snow. It's impossible. I'm going to want a massage. I'm going to want you to wash my hair for a month. I'm gonna get you to paint my nails a thousand times." There's a momentary pause as the noise of the blinds opening fills my room. "I'm going to make you wear skirts for the rest of winter. I'm gonna . . . holy Jesus motherfucking Christ; it's snowing."

What!

"Now you're full of shit," says North.

"How the hell did you do that?" Gabriel walks over to the bed. Now I'm starting to get curious. Is it really snowing, here, in South Carolina? Or is he kidding? I look between the two of them. Sang is full-on grinning. Gabe just looks gobsmacked. I can't tell if he's serious or a really good actor.

"Do what?" says Sang. She sits up and stretches her arms above her head again.

"You must have looked. You must have gotten up and saw it was snowing."

"She hasn't moved," I say, rolling onto my back. "Is it really snowing?"

"Told you guys." Sang crawls out of the bed, weaving in between everyone as she heads to the stairs. Gabriel asks where she's going. I'd like to know, too.

"Gonna go see the snow before it's gone," she says.

"What? Wait," I cry, twisting around and pulling the blankets off trying to reach her. She can't go out in the snow like that, she'll catch a cold! "You can't go out wearing that." I hastily pull on a T-shirt and follow Gabe downstairs. The garage door's all the way open, and Sang stands just inside, looking out into the whiteness.

Snow, wow, is my first thought. And then the cold hits, and I tuck my arms into my body, gritting my teeth.

Sang grabs Gabe's and marches forward.

"Sang," I warn, "don't walk barefoot in the snow."

"It's not going to snow much longer," she protests, and goes out, Gabe trailing behind her, still holding her hand. She watches her toes, spreading them out and pressing them against the snow in wide-eyed wonder. The look of pure, childish glee on her face is remarkable and gorgeous. "Come on, Gabriel," she says.

After a moment of hesitation Gabe steps out, then clamps his arms around himself. "Shit. It's cold."

Sang laughs and starts making her way across the driveway as we just stand there and watch. She goes all the way to the end, turns, then pauses. I hear North coming up beside me, and Sang approaches. He holds out a pair of my rain boots and a leather coat.

"Baby, don't walk around barefoot in the cold. You'll get sick again."

Sang mumbles something, which I don't hear, before stuffing her feet into the boots as North slips the coat over her shoulders and leaning down to plant a kiss on her cheek.

"Told you it was snowing," she says, grinning.

"I still think you cheated," says North. "You saw it somehow."

She sticks her tongue out at him before marching away to go back toward the garage. In the meantime Gabe puts on his boots and a jacket and I go to find myself another pair. The others all eventually come out. Silas stretches, groaning.

"Aggele, get the snow to come later in the day next time," he says.

Sang rolls her eyes before bending down to pick up a handful of snow. For a second I wonder if she's going to throw it at me, and I ready myself to dodge, but then she aims it at Luke. It hits with a plop! square in his neck, and I have to hold back laughter as he cringes. That's gotta be cold.

When Luke turns to face Sang, comprehension dawns on her face. She's in big trouble. We all know it. She starts running across the yard, Luke right behind her throwing snow.

Silas and I glance at each other, grinning.

Time to play.