The M & M Bag
By Kalio Halos
Disclaimer: I don't own The Princess Diaries; they belong to Meg Cabot and whoever she sold the rights to. I didn't come up with the blanket scenario, either.
Author's note: Okay! This is a blanket scenario type challenge fic. Here's the challenge issued: Take any number (above one) of characters from the story of your choice, and place them in the following scenario. They are caught in a blizzard and find some sort of unheated shelter. They find ONE blanket as their only source of heating themselves up( I know, a blanket is not a source of heat), and they must share it or one will presumably die of Hypothermia. This is a waff, but that's what pretty much everything in TPD is, so don't blame moi for the trend. Anyway, I feel it is my obligation to introduce TPD to the blanket scenario. So, if you think you can take the challenge, dive right in.
To say it was cold, would be an understatement.
Every fiber of Mia's body hummed with cold. Her nose stung like crazy, and she was beginning to feel tired. That, was a bad sign. She turned to her left and saw that Michael wasn't fairing very well, either.
'Why, oh why, did I have to go on a walk in THIS,' she thought. 'And why did I make Michael come with me? It'll be all my fault if we die!'
It had all started about thirty minutes before, when it seemed so quiet and tranquil. Lilly and her family owned a log cabin in Maine for weekend getaways, and every year, they would go, and invite Mia to come with them. Not too long ago, they had been warned by the radio of an incoming storm, apparently a bad one, so Mia, being the thoughtful one that she is decided to go on a walk before the storm hit. It would have been a fine idea, if, that is, she hadn't wanted to stay out so long. Her only real motive for staying so long, was, well, Michael. He had agreed to walk with her when Lilly had refused. So, now, there she was, a princess-cicle, trying to go back the way she came.
Mia looked around for any familiar landmarks, and finding none through the thick snow, looked worriedly at Michael. 'Do you know where we are?' she shouted.
'What?' He shouted back over the wind.
'Do you... know... where... we...are?!' Mia repeated.
Michael looked around and shrugged. ' I do. But it's not very helpful! We're too far from home! But I do know somewhere we could go!' He shouted out.
'What?' Mia had heard only blips of what was said.
Michael shook his head. ' Nevermind. Just follow me!' He yelled louder.
Mia nodded, and followed Michael as he lead her through the snow. After traveling for about five minutes, the snow became very deep, and Michael grabbed Mia's hand to help her. In the distance, Mia could make out a shape. Was it a house?
The frigid wind cut through Mia's coat, and she felt very tired. Every step, became slower, and she finally yelled over the wind to Michael. 'Can we stop and rest? Just for a minute?'
Michael looked at her a little bit sharper than normal. 'If you stop now, you'll fall asleep, and you won't make it to the cabin. If we stop, you'll probably die, so no, we can't stop. It's just a little further! You can do it!'
Mia didn't want to die, but she was so exhausted. 'Take it step by step, Mia,' she thought. 'Just one foot after the other.' Slowly, they made their way toward the cabin. Mia repeating her litany in her head.
Michael led Mia closer and closer to what now appeared to be a small cabin/shack thing. Step by step, Mia became weaker from the cold. Her coat was not nearly warm enough for Maine's bitter cold, and she was feeling it. Her body was either numb or stinging from getting to be numb. Finally, just 50 meter from the cabin, her last ounce of strength failed her, and all went black.
A/n: I know, I know, there will be a blanket, just wait. Anyway. I don't have time to write anymore now, but I will write more when I have time ( A.P. History is really time consuming...) Anyway, sorry to leave you hanging. The more reviews I get, though, the more I have an excuse to put off homework. Happy reviewing!