Pairing: General teensfic, some Wenbie.

Robbie woke up that morning to two potential oddities; one-his phone had jolted him from REM approximately 3 hours after school should've started, and two-his alarm was curiously turned off. The teen started to panic, prepared to leap from the warmth of his black comforter, throw on a band tee, and dance into skinny jeans in record time-before he actually took a moment to come back down to earth and squint the sleep away, reading the tiny words adorning the text that woke him up.

THIS IS A MASS TEXT: everyone to thompsons housing development. were going to enjoy this shit!

Robbie raised an eyebrow at Wendy's oddly vague message, and stepped out of bed surprisingly well rested, pawing at the nightstand for his keys. Lazily, he traversed to the window and threw open his curtains. As soon as they parted he flinched and snapped his eyes shut, cringing at the unnatural brightness radiating from outside.

Oh.

He slowly blinked his lids back open and stared at the clumps of white falling from the sky, an overcast mess typical of Oregon. Made enough sense, he figured. His grandparents found out it was a snow day, and, charitable as always, turned off his alarm so he could sleep in.

When the initial shock died down, Robbie realized he was ecstatic. Snow meant no school. Snow in Gravity Falls meant more and more snow, constantly, because that's mountain towns for you. This was going to send the entire town into a downward spiral of ice and snow for a week at least, and all the teachers' lesson plans would fall apart. Perfect.

He tried to hide his grin as he threw on clothes and stormed out the door, electing to just wing it with the garbage heap he called a van ("Her name is the Batmobile, thank you very much.") and hope he didn't crash. Within minutes he was there, and in the clearing that at one point was a culdesac nestled in Thompson's still-in-production housing development, he saw a crowd of people he had grown to love and tolerate.

"Dude, that's a fucking welt, look what you did to my beautiful manly arms!"

"Cry it up, man, you're just mad that you lost."

"DUDE."

"LEE."

"DUDE. YOU CAN'T PUT YOUR SNOWBALLS IN THE FREEZER. THAT'S CHEATING!"

Wendy was leaned over Tambry, excitedly muttering something along the lines of 'ok, now hashtag it as #dipshits in their natural habitat...' and Thompson was hiding in a pathetic clump he had dubbed an igloo after getting hit with one too many potentially frozen snowballs and paid several dollars to eat a snowcone made of soy sauce.

"Hey Robbie!" Wendy grinned. "Was wondering when you were gonna show up, sleepyhead."

"Says the girl who needs 7 alarms and the force of at least 4 dudes to drag her out of bed..."

"You wanna go, man?" She puffed up her chest and punched him in the arm. "I win."

"I call foul."

"Join the loser's club, V." Wendy pointed to Lee with a wicked smile, and Robbie couldn't help but smirk himself, picking up a fistfull of snow and shoving it down the back of her shirt.

She let out an abnormal shriek and shoved him, screaming as it melted and made its way out of her clothes. Robbie ran-fast-while his victim fought back and pelted him with snowballs, laughing the entire time.

It broke out into another full-blown war, adding Thompson to the fray when Nate destroyed his "igloo" Godzilla style, all the while carrying Lee on his shoulders. (Tambry would tell you later that it got her at least 5 more subscribers on YouTube.)

When their lungs had near crystallized and they were sniffling back the cold, the lot of them collapsed in coats not near heavy enough atop the snowdrifts and breathed a collective sigh, puffing warmth into the air. Tomorrow was a recovery day, their hive-mind said-of video games in Robbie's mansion and drinking hot cocoa by one of his fireplaces. But for now, this was good enough.

"You guys wanna go inside and like, get some tea?"

They all made gagging noises at Thompson.

"Dude, wake up and smell the Starbucks, you live in Oregon now."

He let out a sigh and jingled his mom's keys. "Okay, fine, we'll go to the IGA Cafe and get your precious coffee. All in?"

Everyone shouted yeahs and hell yeahs and ran off to the van, with Wendy and Robbie trailing behind. In-between shivers, he felt her quietly lace her frozen fingers with his beneath their jackets, and he couldn't help but blush.

"How romantic would you find it if I wrote your name in the snow with my pee?" He smiled his typical shit-eating grin.

"Not nearly as romantic as you shutting up and letting me enjoy this moment we're having."

"It's a challenge, definitely..." He squeezed her hand tighter. "...but for you, babe? Anything."

Wendy smiled contentedly and leaned on him all the way to the cafe, nestled in the backseat. It was freezing-she noticed-but she'd never felt so warm.