Hey people! My inspiration for thit little story is the big snowstorm we got. That's pretty much it. I hope you enjoy it.

The Snow Sucks

The room was pitch black. It was very calm, only the sound of soft breathing was to be heard, until:

"Beepbeepbeepbeepbeep!" An alarm clock was screeching obnoxiously for about three minutes until the sound of a fist pounding plastic was heard. "Click" A television was turned on and the room was illuminated be an eerie blue light. A teenage girl's face came into focus. She stared at the T.V. bleary eyed, s if the light hurt. After her eyes adjusted, she looked at the screen in disbelief. Soon, though, a grin spread across her tired features.

"Nooooo schooool!" She squealed. Leaping up, she went to look out her window. Sure enough, the ground was white. Although it was very dark out still, the girl could tell that it was snowing. The girl jumped back into her nice, warm bed, muttering, " Take that, history test..." Within seconds she was out cold.

Meanwhile, in the next town over, a man sat up grumpily in his bed. Someting had woken him up...but what. Scratching his stubbly chin, he noticed a draft coming through the window pane. Ah, that was enough to wake him. It was cold. He rolled out of bed and looked out the window. Snow. Perfect. This meant he'd have to shovel later. Who knew when the snow would stop. the weather around these parts was unpredictable. Muttering to himself, he grabbed a heavy wool blanket from his closet and crawled back into bed, spreading the blanket over himself. it was too early to do anything else but sleep.

Noon rolled around and the girl finally turned up downstairs for food. She found herself in an empty house, as her parents had work. After happily noticing that the driveway had been plowed, she went to the refridgerator for some cold pizza. She wondered if her friend was busy today. The snow stopped and the roads looked divable, even for her pathetic car. After scarfing down her breakfast, she picked up the phone.

"Hey, Morttiiieee!"

"Huh? Oh, hi CG. Was school canceled?"

"No, I'm just skipping like the super-bad kid I am! Honestly..."

"Well, what do you want?" Mort wasn't one for phone conversation, and he didn't want Chica Girl to start thinking she could just gab at him like he was one of her girlfriends.

"I'm looking for something to do. Wanna go sledding?"

"Aren't you too old for that? No? Well, why don't you help me shovel the driveway or someting? "

"That sounds boring... but fine. I guess it's better than sitting around waiting for my soap opera to come on."

"Oooh! Soaps?" Mort sounded too enthusiastic. "We should watch General Hospital together today!" So that was the plan. Shoveling and then some good ol' soap operas!

After getting dressed in warm winter clothes, Chica Girl hopped in her car and drove to her pal Mort's house. She had a lot of trouble getting up the driveway, so after a while she just left het car sitting there, halfway to the house. After trudging through the snow, a slightly miffed Chica Girl knocked on Mort's front door. Her ruffled and unkept friend answered it and let her in. The happy little squirrels in the trees chattered to eachother, discussing the disturbing-ness of the scene.

"Your driveway sucks, Rainey. You should really shovel it before inviting friends over."

"I thought you invited yourself! And you said you'd help me shovel today."

"Oh yeah, I forgot." So the two went out to find some shovels. They got sidetracked, though, when CG suggested that they make a snowman. So they did and it was nearly done. Mort went to go get a hat for it and when he came back, Chica Girl had turned it into a snow woman. "Snowmen are starting to get boring. Here's a snow lady!"

"You gave the snowman snow-boobs?" Mort was at a loss.

"Don't stare at her, perv! Get her some cover." But instead, Mort had a better plan. He removed the snowballs on the snowlady's torso with his boot, making it normal again. "Fine, it's a snow-transvestite. Nevermind, Mort, snowmen are boring." So they went to look for sometihing better to do. All the while, CG made fun of Mort's ski-pants.

"You're all bow-legged! Are those the suspender kind? Oooh they are! hehehe!"

Mort sighed and then suggested a snow shovel fight, but instead of suggesting it, he just started it...without warning. Luckily, Chica Girl did not have bow-legged ski-pants and so ever nimble, she trudged through the snow and started whipping snowballs at Mort's face. "Eat that, bitch!' She hollared, making her friend drop his shovel.

Mort fell over and had some difficulty getting back up. "Ah, the snow sucks!" He whined. CG agreed, since Mort had no sled, or hill to sled on. After a while, they remembered that they were supposed to shovel, so they set off to the driveway with their shovels and got to work. It only too about an hour, since the road was narrow, but still, it was enough for Chica Girl to sing the "I hate soeling song"

"I hate shoveling. It is not so sweet. It is wicked laaame... I need a real songwriter!" Was the chorus of the song. But they made it through the shoveling in one, well, two pieces, and it was nearly time for their soap opera! Leaving their snowy boots on the porch, they went inside to take off their snow-covered jackets and whatnot.

"Do you have any hot chocolate, Rainey?" CG asked.

"Yeah I can make some, oh and would you like some nice hot corn on the cob, too? Seriously, there's nothing better then nice hot corn on a cold winter's day!" Mors said with an odd glimmer in his eye.

"Erm, not for me, thanks.. I thought corn was a summer food. But some Doritos would be pretty sweet! I'll go turn on the T.V." They both settled down on the sofa and watched their favorite show, both of them would periodically yell at the screen when a character was about to do something stupid. Then a commercial came on. It was a movie starring Johnny Depp.

"Oooh! He's such a pretty man!" Chica Girl said.

"Really? I always thought he was kinda ugly. You know, I'm so much better looking."

"Are you sure he's ugly? You two have a striking resemblance. I've told you that like eighty times. You're like dissing yourself. "

"Oh, so... Am I a pretty man?"

"No, see you're not Johnny."

"Your logic throws me a bit. Wait. Johnny who?"

"Shush! The show's back on!"

And so, that's it. For one day, it was peaceful. no screaming fangirls, no Shooter---

"'Ey there Pilgrim! Y'think yeh could shut yer yap? Mah frien' and I here are tryin' teh watch our stories! Don't make me get mah shovel!" Ok, so maybe there was some Shooter, but my main point remanins, and that is, THE END!

How was that? Um, kinda boring? Funny? Tell me! And please check out my new Labyrinth fic. It's pretty funny. Who else watches GH? No shame in it, hehe! That Jason Morgan is pretty fine!