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SPOV

We left Incredible Pizza Company at about 3:00 in the afternoon. It was fun and exhilarating, but it was also draining. Once we got back to the house, I changed into sweatpants and plopped on the couch for a nap. I dreamt I was in a giant field covered in chocolate chip cookie ice cream sandwiches. I really love those things. When I woke up, the smell of fried chicken filled my nostrils. I walked into the kitchen to see Chad cooking up a feast of fried chicken, mashed potatoes, and corn.

"Hey, sleepyhead," he greeted. "How was your nap?"

"It was fine," I replied, stunned at what I was looking at. "How long did I sleep?"

"We got home at about 3:30, so about, two and a half hours," he replied. I stayed silent and looked at the delicious food set on the plates.

"Where did you learn to cook like this?" I asked.

"Oh, my mom taught me," he said, not turning around. He picked up the plates and set them on the table. I noticed there was a table cloth from my family's picnic set. Then I noticed he pulled out a chair for me. "Here you go m'lady," he said in a funny English accent.

"Why, thank you, my good sir," I replied back in the same accent. Then, all of a sudden, the lights suddenly went out.

"Oh, great," I heard Chad mumble. I opened the shades, and the wind was blowing hard, and so was the snow.

"I think it's the blizzard that just happened." I showed Chad the weather outside, and he was pretty bummed.

"Well, I found these in case we lost the electricity." He pulled out two long candlesticks and their holders. He set the holders on the table, set the candles in there carefully, and lit them. We sat down and enjoyed our wonderfully cooked dinner. The chicken was delicious; the mashed potatoes were awesome, and same for the corn. After dinner, it was only 7:00, but I was tired enough to go to bed.

"Can we just go to bed?" I asked.

"Sure," he replied. He reached for his coat, but I stopped him.

"How about you just sleep here until the blizzard winds down?" I suggested.

"Good idea," he said. "But what about my pajamas?"

"You can dress in some of my dad's old clothes," I suggested. Then he rushed upstairs to change. "Second door on the left!"

"Thanks!" he called back. About five minutes later, he walked down the stairs with my dad's old navy blue pajama pants on, and nothing else. Yes, he was shirtless.

"Wow, Chad, I've never seen you shirtless," I said, amazed at what I was looking at.

"You like?" he cockily said. I walked up to him, and gave him a huge hug. His body felt warm to the touch.

"Very," I replied. With my arms still around him, I kissed him. I let his tongue slip, and before I know it, we were locked in a heated embrace. We broke apart, blushing really hard. We sat on the couch, cuddled together under a blanket, when suddenly, the lights flipped back on. "Oh, thank god the lights are on," I muttered.

We flipped on the TV, and a really scary movie was on. My stomach is weak, so I throw up whenever I see blood or gore. I shielded my eyes when the scary parts came along. Chad noticed this, and he turned off the TV. Just then, I heard my phone ring. I walked over to my bag and answered it.

"Hello? Oh, really? We'll be there," I said, and then hung up the phone.

"What's wrong?" Chad asked, concerned.

"We have to get dressed, now," I said, rushing upstairs. The look on Chad's face was confused, but I heard him go up the stairs as well. I quickly got dressed into a pair of sweatpants, a t-shirt, and tennis shoes, and pulled my hair into a quick and sloppy ponytail. I waited for about fifteen minutes downstairs until he came down. We grabbed our bags, slipped on our coats, and rushed out the door.

"Where are we going?" he asked, confused.

"Just get in the car!" I replied, feeling rushed. I got in my car, with Chad right next to me, stuck the keys in the ignition, and sped off. I turned on the heat to keep us warm. I turned at a gravel road about two and a half hours later, and I spotted a smoking plane in a nearby cornfield, and about half a dozen police cars and fire trucks.

"Now I know what's going on," I heard Chad mumble. I parked the car on the other side of the road, and we ran over to one of the police officers.

"I got your call. What happened?" I asked frantically.

"Well, ma'am, approximately four hours ago, we got a call saying there was a plane crash just two and a half hours south of Appleton," the police officer explained. "Are you Sonny Munroe?"

"Yes I am," I replied. "You called me at 555-0125."

"Right," he said. "Is your father Joseph Munroe?"

"Yes he is," I replied, fear in my voice. "Why, is he okay?"

"Sadly, your father is in grave condition, and won't live much longer," he said gravely. I rushed over to an ambulance, dragging Chad by the wrist. I saw my father lying on a gurney, with a gash on his forehead, cuts and bruises on his arms, and a cast on his right leg. His clothes were ripped and torn.

"Madam, is my father alright?" I asked the woman pushing the gurney.

"Sadly, your father just passed a few minutes ago," she replied, placing a white sheet over his limp body. I slowly walked away from the scene, with Chad by my side. I started to tear up, and a few minutes later, tears were pouring down my face. Chad offered to drive back home, considering the condition I was in. By the time we got back, it was already 11:35, and I dozed off in the car. When I woke up several hours later, I found I was on my couch, covered in two heavy blankets, and Chad was quietly snoring on the other side of the couch. I looked at the clock, and it was 6:45 in the morning, and the sun was beginning to rise. I threw on a robe and my slippers, made some hot chocolate, and went outside, when the thermometer only read 34°. I walked through 50 yards of snow, then I reached the barely snow covered boardwalk by my family's frozen lake. I grabbed one of the available lawn chairs, and sat down to enjoy the sunrise. Chad must've noticed I was gone, because he joined me about twenty minutes later in his robe and slippers. He pulled up next to me, and both of us were silent.

"What's up?" he asked, breaking the solemn silence.

"Just enjoying the sunrise," I replied. "Hot chocolate?" I handed him a thermos full of hot chocolate because I already had my own.

"Thanks," he replied. "So, you miss your dad?"

"Yeah," I said solemnly. "Whenever I was troubled, I would come out here, and he would join me. It was a more peaceful and finer time. I just wish he would come back."

"Look, I'm not the best at giving heartfelt advice, but he loved you more than anybody you know. Nobody could have stopped that plane crash," he said with emotion in his voice. He reached over, and kissed me for a brief second, and pulled away. "But I know you'll pull through."

"Thanks for that heartfelt advice," I gratefully said. We enjoyed the sunrise for about an hour more, then we went inside and watched TV. I don't know if I'll make it through this difficult time, but Chad will make it a whole lot easier.

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