AN: After the avalanche, what will happen between Michael and Miley?

Chapter Three: Snowed In

After the rumbling of snow falling all around them finally stopped, Michael looked out of the window, and saw nothing but white. He knew that was not a good thing that he was seeing. He walked to the nearest window, and wiped the fog that was on it. It was snow, alright, and it nearly engulfed the big cabin. He sighed, and walked back over to Miley.

"Well, what happened?" Miley asked him.

"We are snowed in." Michael said. "The avalanche caused the snow to completely surround the cabin."

"We're trapped?" Miley said in disbelief. She looked around, and saw that Michael was indeed right, they were trapped.

"No!" Miley screamed in disbelief. Miley looked as though she was about to cry, and she placed her head right on his shoulder. Michael smiled, and patted her hair, slowly stroking her hair.

"Look on the bright side, Miley." Michael said.

"How can things like being trapped behind a wall of snow have a bright side?" Miley asked him.

"Well, at least the power is still on." Michael said. Miley smiled at him, and right before she could speak a single word, the lights through out blinked, and the power through the cabin went out. Miley broke away from Michael, and he could feel the cold and angry stare from Miley bearing down on him. Even though he couldn't see it, he knew that it was there.

"Oh, and I suppose that was my fault?" Michael asked out loud. Michael got no response, and soon enough, he heard the door to Miley's bedroom slam hard.

Yes, it is my fault. Michael said in his mind.

Michael managed to fumble his way around and by pure blind luck, he made it into Miley's room. He just wanted to check on her to make sure that she was all right, but he knew that they were going to be here for a long time, so he wanted to make her comfortable. Of course, if you are trying to work your way around in the pure black darkness, doing that isn't going to be easy.

"Miley, where are you?" Michael asked.

"Right here." Miley responded.

"Where is right here?" Michael asked again.

"I'm laying on the bed." Miley said again.

"Miley, it's dark, so I am just going to feel around, okay?" Michael said.

"Fine with me." Miley said. Michael began to feel around the room, making an attempt (a very bad one, ladies and gentlemen) to find the bed so he can sit on it with her. After about three minutes of fruitless searching, Michael finally found something. He grabbed something that was round and fleshy.

"Michael?" Miley said, calmly.

"Yeah?" Michael said, squeezing whatever he was currently holding.

"Is there any reason why you are groping me?" Miley asked silently.

"Wait, groping?" Michael asked, now nervous. "That means that this is-"

"My boob that you are grabbing, yes." Miley said. Michael snatched his hand away, and knew that if it wasn't pitch black in the cabin, Miley would have saw his face that was red as a tomato.

This is going to be a very long week. Michael thought.

Michael managed to fumble his way to the shower, and was in there when Miley got a very mean idea. In order for her to get back at Michael for groping her. Even though it was an accident, Miley felt that he had to get back at him. Miley felt around while she was in the bathroom, and eventually found the clothes that he had sat out, and she took them. Miley had an evil grin on her face as she walked back to her bedroom. Miley knew that Michael got embarrassed very easily, and she was going to use that against him.

Michael stepped out of the shower, and knew for a fact that his clothes were gone. He knew that Miley was behind this. He wrapped a towel that he found around his mid section, and went out to her room to confront her.

"Where's my clothes?" Michael asked angrily.

"My, whatever do you mean?" Miley asked.

"You know damn well what I am talking about. Where are my clothes?" Michael asked in a more angry tone.

"Right here, feel around for them." Miley said. Michael began feeling around for the clothes, careful not to grab Miley in the dark by accident again. He felt the towel drop from around his waist, but didn't think nothing about it because it was dark and she couldn't see anything.

What's the worst that could happen? Michael stated in his mind as he grabbed his clothes.

Ever heard of Murphy's Law, Michael?

As he began picking up his clothes that Michael took, a back up generator began running, and the light flickered on, making Michael nude figure fully visible to Miley.

It was stunned silence for a few minutes. Then out of nowhere, Miley finally spoke, and it was something that Michael never in his wildest dreams thought that he would hear coming from Miley's mouth.

"Nice." Miley said. Michael didn't know if she meant what she said, or if she was just messing around with him. Michael just grabbed his clothes, and slowly backed out of the room. Miley just stared as he nervously left, letting a very satisfied smile grow across her face.

AN: Funny, huh? Next time, things start to get really interesting. R&R!