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I have brought you another fluffy Heronstairs one-shot! (I am so addicted to writing about these two XD) This one is just some randomness that I thought of a while ago and decided to write about. I hope to get another chapter posted pretty soon-I'm working on one.

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Will looked out the snow-frosted window, his chin cupped in his hand and his black hair falling into his eyes. The wind howled loudly through the trees, sending clouds of snowflakes swirling through the night sky at top-speed. Snow caked the branches of the cherry tree outside of the window. Will would've been dazzled by the shimmering beauty of it all if only Jem weren't thirty minutes late from work. Will had begged him earlier not to go—surely violin lessons to some little girl weren't important enough to go driving around in what was obviously going to become a full-on blizzard—but Jem had insisted that they needed the money. Will had begrudgingly admitted that this was true, but was still reluctant to let him go. Now he regretted ever letting Jem out of the house.

An hour later, the blizzard was worse than ever. Will had decided that Jem was dead and frozen somewhere on the street, and had given up staring out the window and waiting for him to come home. He was just about to go to his room and call it a night when his phone rang. He practically tripped over his own feet trying to get to it, and he let out a long breath of relief when he saw Jem's picture displayed across the screen. He hit the answer button and held the phone up to his ear.

"Hello?" he said.

"Will," Jem's breathless voice came from the other end. "I need help."

"What's wrong?" Will asked, concerned. His mind spun with possibilities—Had Jem slipped on the ice and broken his leg? Had he gotten into a car wreck and was calling because he was being crushed to death between the windshield and the steering wheel? Had he forgotten his jacket at home and was slowly freezing to death as he walked to his car through the four feet of snow?

"I'm stuck," Jem replied. Will, in his panic, had almost forgotten that he was on the phone with Jem.

"Stuck how?" he asked.

"I couldn't see much through the snow, so I got lost and managed to get myself into a neighborhood that I don't recognize at all. I drove around for a bit, trying to find my way, but after a while I ran out of gas. I've been sitting here for about fifteen minutes now with the heat on full-blast so I won't freeze, and I'm not sure how much longer the car battery can— Ah. The heat's just turned off. "

Will sighed into the phone.

"Jem," he groaned.

"I'm sorry," Jem said, his voice slightly annoyed at Will's reaction. "Last time I checked, I was the one stranded in a suburban neighborhood in the middle of the night."

"I know, but really…"

"Shut up, okay?" said Jem. "I tried to get home on time and it didn't work."

"I know," Will repeated. "Alright, I'll come get you."

"Thanks," Jem replied. "Hope to see you soon."

"Bye, love," Will said. Jem replied in a like manner, and Will hung up the phone. He resignedly trudged into the kitchen, grabbed his jacket from the coat rack, and tugged it on. He walked down the four flights of stairs to the bottom level of the apartment building, walked outside, and fought through the snow for a few feet before realizing that he didn't have a car. He and Jem shared one, and while this hadn't seemed like a problem when they'd made the decision, now he wished that they'd gotten two. Will swore. He turned around and walked back through the snow and back into the building. He grabbed his phone and dialed Jem's number. He picked up on the second ring.

"Will? I need you to come quick. I am very close to turning into a human popsicle in here."

"Yeah, see, the problem is that I just remembered I don't have a car," Will said.

Jem fell silent on the other end. Will could hear his slightly panicked-sounding breaths.

"Okay," he finally replied. "I forgot about that. How about I just… leave my car here and walk home?"

"Are you insane?" Will asked disbelievingly. "You'd die."

"Well then what do you propose?"

Will could hear Jem's voice becoming strained and angry, which was quite unlike his usual calm personality. He tried to make his voice soothing.

"Listen, love, I think the only way out of this is for you to either call a tow truck or just sit there until tomorrow morning when I can catch a bus."

"A tow truck?" Jem asked, as if this possibility had just occurred to him.

"Yes," Will replied.

"Okay. That's what I'll do then. Sounds good."

"See you soon," Will said.

"Bye."

Will walked back up to their apartment and took off his jacket. His jeans were soaked with freezing water, so he changed into his pajama pants and the fluffy blue bathrobe that Jem had gotten him for his birthday the previous year. He sat down on the couch and enjoyed the feeling of being warm. He wondered how Jem was doing, and whether he'd frozen solid yet. He didn't have long to wait, however, because about fifteen minutes later the door swung open to reveal a very stiff and frozen-looking Jem standing in the hallway. Will stood up and wrapped his arms around his boyfriend, trying to warm him up some. Jem nuzzled his head into Will's shoulder, shivering.

"Let's get you inside," Will told him, taking his hand and walking him into the room. He shut the door behind them and sat beside Jem on the couch. He put his arm around Jem's shoulder and smiled as Jem leaned against him and sighed softly into his ear.

"You okay?" Will asked.

"Yeah," Jem replied. "Soaked and covered in snow, but okay."

"I hate to say 'I told you so,' but I told you so."

"Shut up," Jem said, but not sounding angry. "They paid me extra for coming to their house in a blizzard."

"How much?"

Jem reached into his pocket and pulled out a very soggy wad of bills. Will took it and leafed through.

"Wow, this is enough to buy a whole lot more ramen," he remarked.

"I'm tired of that stuff," Jem replied. "We could get something better. Like… maybe a romantic candlelit dinner at that restaurant down the road?"

"Are you asking me on a date?"

"Yes."

"I'm in," Will agreed.

"I'd rather not have gone through all that, but…"

"It'll be worth it when we get to make out in a restaurant full of strangers," Will said, smiling mischievously. Jem shoved him playfully.

"You'd better not," he laughed.

"Oh, you just wait."