Authors Note: Sorry yo, this is the last chapter I have up my sleeve. I'm planning writting all day today (Taking a break for JoA and Stargate) and hopefully I'll have a fresh batch of chapters for your enjoyment tomorrow.
6. Snowball Fights
Joan yawned and stretched out her arms, hitting someone. She brought her arms down and turned to see Adam, sitting on the couch looking down at her.
"Morning," he said. She smiled.
"Morning. Don't have your hoodie back yet?" Joan asked.
"Cha. I was going to get it after I woke up, but they just looked so.. cute," Adam said, earning a confused look from Joan. He pointed to the back of the couch. Joan looked to the back, where Grace was still in the same position, but Luke was laying down and the two were cuddled together. Joan snickered.
"I see what you mean." She stood up and made her way over to the window, pulling the curtains back. Adam got off the couch and joined her at the window.
"Dude."
"Yeah. Hey Adam?" Joan asked.
"Yeah?"
"What's your position on attacking my brother and Grace with snowballs?" Adam grinned.
*
Something cold and wet hit Grace's head, waking her up. It was followed by another. She felt someone shift next to her. By the time the third cold wet thing hit Grace's head, she opened her eyes, seeing Adam and Joan standing above herself and Luke, throwing snowballs at the two.
"Guys, stop. It's too early," Luke complained.
"Stop being such a girl," Joan told him, pelting him with another snowball. She then turned to Grace and threw one at her. Grace jumped up.
"You're dead Girardi," she said, grabbing a snowball out of Adam's hands and crushing it on Joan's head.
"Ah!" Joan said, running her snowball-free hand through her hair and brushing the flakes off. Luke laughed at his sister and received another snowball in the face. Adam and Joan then began pelting the two with their remaining snowballs.
"That's it!" Grace yelled, moving over to the door and grabbing her shoes. "This is war!" Moments later, the four were in the Girardi's front yard and World War 3 had just begun. The four were no longer just throwing snowballs, but were also trying to knock each other into snowbanks. Joan hit Grace in the back of the head with a snowball, and ran over behind Adam, using him as a shield. Instead of picking up another snowball and running after Joan, Grace took a few steps back, then broke into a run and slammed into Adam, knocking him over on Joan. The two hit the snowbank, and under the weight of Adam, Joan sunk into it.
"Cold. Very cold. Very wet!" Joan exclaimed. Adam attempted to push himself up off of Joan, but ended up sinking further into the snow. "Adam, can you, uh, get off me?" Joan asked.
"I was trying to yo.. but now.. I think I'm kinda stuck.." he said, trying to move his hands out of the snowbank with no luck. Grace and Luke laughed at the two.
"You guys want to help us up?" Joan called.
"What do you think Grace?" Luke asked. Grace pretended to think about it for a moment.
"No. Let's leave them there. See what happens," she told him. Luke nodded.
"Sounds like a plan. Up for a re-match of Rock Paper Scissors?"
"Sure," Grace said as the two made their way into the house, leaving Adam and Joan stuck in the snowbank.
"Luke? Grace? Come on guys! This isn't funny!!" Joan called after the two.
6. Snowball Fights
Joan yawned and stretched out her arms, hitting someone. She brought her arms down and turned to see Adam, sitting on the couch looking down at her.
"Morning," he said. She smiled.
"Morning. Don't have your hoodie back yet?" Joan asked.
"Cha. I was going to get it after I woke up, but they just looked so.. cute," Adam said, earning a confused look from Joan. He pointed to the back of the couch. Joan looked to the back, where Grace was still in the same position, but Luke was laying down and the two were cuddled together. Joan snickered.
"I see what you mean." She stood up and made her way over to the window, pulling the curtains back. Adam got off the couch and joined her at the window.
"Dude."
"Yeah. Hey Adam?" Joan asked.
"Yeah?"
"What's your position on attacking my brother and Grace with snowballs?" Adam grinned.
*
Something cold and wet hit Grace's head, waking her up. It was followed by another. She felt someone shift next to her. By the time the third cold wet thing hit Grace's head, she opened her eyes, seeing Adam and Joan standing above herself and Luke, throwing snowballs at the two.
"Guys, stop. It's too early," Luke complained.
"Stop being such a girl," Joan told him, pelting him with another snowball. She then turned to Grace and threw one at her. Grace jumped up.
"You're dead Girardi," she said, grabbing a snowball out of Adam's hands and crushing it on Joan's head.
"Ah!" Joan said, running her snowball-free hand through her hair and brushing the flakes off. Luke laughed at his sister and received another snowball in the face. Adam and Joan then began pelting the two with their remaining snowballs.
"That's it!" Grace yelled, moving over to the door and grabbing her shoes. "This is war!" Moments later, the four were in the Girardi's front yard and World War 3 had just begun. The four were no longer just throwing snowballs, but were also trying to knock each other into snowbanks. Joan hit Grace in the back of the head with a snowball, and ran over behind Adam, using him as a shield. Instead of picking up another snowball and running after Joan, Grace took a few steps back, then broke into a run and slammed into Adam, knocking him over on Joan. The two hit the snowbank, and under the weight of Adam, Joan sunk into it.
"Cold. Very cold. Very wet!" Joan exclaimed. Adam attempted to push himself up off of Joan, but ended up sinking further into the snow. "Adam, can you, uh, get off me?" Joan asked.
"I was trying to yo.. but now.. I think I'm kinda stuck.." he said, trying to move his hands out of the snowbank with no luck. Grace and Luke laughed at the two.
"You guys want to help us up?" Joan called.
"What do you think Grace?" Luke asked. Grace pretended to think about it for a moment.
"No. Let's leave them there. See what happens," she told him. Luke nodded.
"Sounds like a plan. Up for a re-match of Rock Paper Scissors?"
"Sure," Grace said as the two made their way into the house, leaving Adam and Joan stuck in the snowbank.
"Luke? Grace? Come on guys! This isn't funny!!" Joan called after the two.