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Hey guys! Okay, so I was in NYC for the weekend, and on our way back it started snowing! It took us NINE hours to do a four and a half hour drive home! So, we got home at like, midnight. Then the snow froze, so my step mom and I had to dig out the driveway yesterday and it took FOREVER! Not that there was ice on the driveway that we still haven't chipped up. So anyways, I wanted to add something about snow to the story. Enjoy!

Oh, and just so you know, Sam and Max's date was on Thursday.

MAX (SATURDAY)

I got up early this morning, to see snow on the ground outside my window. Like, two or three feet. Oh crap! I shoved on a pair of jeans and a coat and gloves. I yanked my boots on and hurried to the drive way. Someone had to dig it out so Mom could get to work.

But the driveway was already cleared. I looked around and saw…Fang. He was in a sweatshirt and had the snow shovel. I walked down to where he was shoveling the last scoop of snow to the side of the driveway. "Did you do this by yourself?"

He jumped and turned to me.

"That was nice of you, but aren't you freezing? You don't have a real coat on. We'll have to get you one. Oh my god! Your hands!"

Fang wasn't wearing gloves. Mom hadn't gotten him winter stuff yet. His hands were red and bleeding. "Come on," I led him to the house. He and I took off our shoes and I brought him to the bathroom. There was a stool for where the girls in the house did their make up. I pulled it close to the toilet and sat him down on it. I got a bowl of water from the kitchen and put some antiseptic in it.

"I'm sorry. This is going to sting a lot," I said, lifting his hands gently into the water. He inhaled sharply. The sad thing was, the water was as cold as I could get it. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

He kept his face stony as I had him soak his hands in the water. Then I dumped some out and added warmer water, over and over, until his hands weren't freezing anymore. I took the cloth bandages my mom had (she's a vet) and some more antiseptic. He flinched when I touched him again.

"Fang, you need to let me help you."

FANG

"Fang, you need to let me help you," she begged. She'd found me with my hands all messed up. What she didn't realize was, I was used to it. It didn't bother me. I could have treated them myself, if it had.

"Please, Fang," she whispered. "Understand that I won't hurt you. We need to fix your hands or they could get infected."

I finally let her touch my hands, hesitantly.

As gently as possible, she put antiseptic on my hands and wrapped them in bandages. Not once, did she hurt me.

"Thank you, though, for what you did. I saw the snow and thought Mom would be late for work, but you took care of it, so thanks," she said softly.

I didn't acknowledge her, but she smiled. She actually had a gorgeous smile.

MAX

"Oh no!" Mom ran past Fang and I. We were making pancakes.

"Mom, aren't you going to eat?" I called.

"I have to shovel the snow. I don't have time to eat right-" she broke off. "Oh! Who did this?"

"Fang," I grinned.

"Thank you Fang. That was incredibly sweet!" she saw his hands. "Oh. I'm so sorry! I forgot to get you winter clothes." Mom pulled out her debit card. "Max, can you two walk to get him some warm things after you eat?"

"Sure Mom," I gave her a peck on the cheek. "Now eat."

She sat and took a bite of her pancakes. "These are amazing. You two are fabulous!"

"Uh, Fang made them. I helped," I blushed. "Still can't cook Mom."

She laughed. "Of course, well they are fabulous Fang." She finished eating while Fang and I scarfed our pancakes. After we finished we stayed on the plowed street and walked to the mall again. We bought him a coat, gloves, boots, black ski pants, a hat, and some black sweaters.

We walked home again. The kids had eaten. We left the pancakes in the oven on warm to keep them from getting cold.

"Fang! Max! Come on! We want to play in the snow!" Nudge cried.

"Let Fang get his winter stuff on," I laughed. I pulled on my white ski pants, a light blue sweater, and my white winter coat and boots. My hat was white, my gloves were white, I had this thing about white. After all , if it's all white then I can hide and no one would see me. Call me paranoid.

Fang came out at the same time as me, dressed in all black. I had to admit…he looked hot. No, bad Max. Not only do you have Sam, but he's your foster brother!

Fagn followed me. As we were about to head outside with the others, the door bell rang. "Babe! Open up!"

I sighed and opened the door. Sam saw my clothes. "Going somewhere?"

"Playing outside with the kids. What's up?"

"Came to get you to hang!"

"Well, I'm with my family, so if you want to join us, then you're welcome to, but I already promised to play with them."

"No, I like your little patchwork family. It's cool, let's stay here."

I herded everyone outside. "So, you must be Fang," Sam said. He offered Fang his hand. Fang ignored it. "Okay…" Sam lowered it. "I'm Sam, Max's boyfriend."

Fang nodded.

"How do you like living here?"

Fang shrugged.

"Are you going to talk?"
Fang stared at the ground. I stepped in. "Fang doesn't talk out loud. It's okay, though. Come on you two!"

Sam and Fang followed me to the group. Thank God, that couldn't have ended well.