Cover
"We're snowed in!" Sam said, looking out the window the see the streets, lawns and driveways covered in a thick blanket of snow. "I don't think I can even open the front door!"
"You can't be serious!" Carly said, jumping up and running next to her best friend. "How am I going to get home?"
"The guy on the news just said roads probably won't be clear for awhile," Freddie said, turning up the T.V.. "Apparently, we're in the middle of a blizzard."
"You can stay in our guest room, Carls," Sam told her. "Nub, make us some hot chocolate."
"You know," Freddie said, getting up from the couch. "Usually it's the wife who's making the hot chocolate while the husband is chopping wood for the fire."
"When was the last time you even picked up an axe?" Sam said.
Freddie looked down. "I'll be in the kitchen."
"Thanks for letting me stay," Carly said.
"No worries. I figure I owe you for the years I spent practically living at your place."
"True," Carly laughed. "Well, at least the power hasn't gone out yet."
Just as she finished her sentence, the lights dimmed, and then went out completely.
"That was scary ironic," Sam said. "Freddie! Where are the flashlights?"
"Third drawer in the T.V. stand," he called from the kitchen. "Now aren't you glad I took the time to organize all of our emergency items?"
"Just get me my hot chocolate!"
Sam grabbed a flashlight and flicked it on. "Crab…I can already feel it getting cold."
"Light the fire," Freddie said, coming out with a tray of hot chocolate.
"I thought that was the man's job," Sam scoffed.
"Are you really pulling that card?"
"Fine," Sam said. She grabbed a few logs from the stand near the fireplace.
"I'll grab some blankets from the hall closet," Carly offered.
"I can't believe I'm going to miss that special on neck surgeries," Sam grumbled. "They were going to show how they cut into the patient and everything!"
"You guys only have two blankets?" Carly asked, coming back into the living room with two thick blankets.
"Oh yeah, I used a bunch last week," Sam said.
"For what?" Carly frowned.
"A fort. Unfortunately I made it the backyard and never took it down, so…"
"Me and Sam will share one," Freddie said, taking one of the blankets.
"Aw, how cute," Carly grinned, wrapping herself up.
"You better not hog the covers like you do at night," Sam said, squeezing herself next to Freddie as he threw the blanket over themselves.
"I hog the covers? I don't have any left to hog!"
"Stop being a baby," Sam snapped.
"I don't know why you take up so much covers anyway," Freddie went on, a grin creeping up on his face. "You always wind up pressed right against me by the time morning comes anyway."
"Oh please," Sam said. "You can't keep your hands off me during the night."
"You were the one who couldn't keep your hands to yourself last night…"
"Well you seemed to like it then, didn't you?"
"I never said I didn't."
"Um, guys?" Carly said, interrupting the two, whose lips were now inches apart. "You do realize I'm still in the room, right?"
