Sunday

I woke up in the morning to more snow falling outside my window. I looked at the clock and it glared seven in the morning. I tossed over in bed and closed my eyes. It was too early for me. I opened them again to see someone standing in the doorway. I saw the hair and said "Oliver?"

"Morning," he greeted, smiling.

"It's too early, so go back to bed," I groaned, and turned onto my other side.

"Aw, c'mon while James is sleeping, I want to show you something," he said, jumping onto my bed.

"It can wait."

"No it can't." He shook me a little and I sat up. I was about to yell when I saw he was pleading.

"Oh, don't give me that face." And I lay back down.

"Fine, then you won't mind me lying next to you." He grabbed the covers and covered himself up, staring at me. I was waiting for him to make a face, but he was obviously serious about it.

"What is it?" I asked. I didn't want to get out of bed, but as soon as Oliver smiled and dragged me out of bed, I had to go.

"I was thirsty last night and I found it. I didn't think about it until I got back into bed. Come on." He took me down the stairs, past the kitchen and the dining room, and through another door I didn't see. Down some stairs and into a room that had chairs, a TV bigger than in the living room and computer room, with a bar, a hot tub, and a box of candles on a bar stocked with alcohol. The light even had a dimmer.

"Geez, what is my aunt doing down here?" I asked mostly to myself but Oliver answered.

"I don't know, but it looks cool. Maybe it could be our hiding spot?" At that, I looked at him and he was smiling mischievously. That made me smile uncomfortably, and he laughed. "I'm kidding, but really, it could be our hang out when we want to be alone or, you know..."

"Yeah, I understand," I answered, smiling.

Two hours later, we were eating breakfast. "Wow, this was really good Auntie. I've never had anything like it before," I said after I ate my pancakes laced with strawberries and chocolate. James was still working on his third helping and Oliver sat back stretching.

"Thank you. Oh, you boys, I don't think you'll be able to show Venna around today either. There's about a foot of snow outside and it's not letting up." And that's when it hit me. Maybe if it keeps snowing, I'll have a delayed flight and be able to stay a little longer. My school will accept that. "Venna, what college do you go to anyway? It's been a while since I talked to my sister."

"Bay State English Literature College. It's a lot of fun and I'm learning about something I want to do for the rest of my life," I answered dreamily. It was a lot of fun; I loved to write so being there was like fulfilling a big dream.

"That's absolutely fantastic! I'm so proud," she squealed and hugged me. After we cleaned the dishes I decided to take a quick shower. Actually, I took a relaxing bath. I filled up the big tub with water and bubbles and just let myself soak. I must have been in there for awhile. James knocked on the door shouting for me to get out. I forgot my clothes.

"Hang on; I'll be out in two seconds!" I called. I drained the tub and dried myself off a bit. Then, wrapping a towel around myself, I opened the door to an angry James. "Sorry about that. I lost track of time."

"It-It's o-okay," he stuttered noticing I had only a towel on. I couldn't help but smile. I walked to my room and Oliver was lying on my bed.

"You have your own bed; why do you insist on laying on mine?" I asked, going to my dresser. I took out some clothes. I felt Oliver's eyes on my bare back and so I turned to him and said, "You didn't answer my question."

"Yeah, erm, your bed is very comfortable, plus I was...waiting for you," he replied, trying to keep his eyes on my face. I bit back a laugh, and I saw him gulp. So biting my lip was not a good idea.

"Okay, then can you get out? Then you can lie on my bed all you want." Shortly thereafter, we played rummy on the kitchen table downstairs.

"ARGH! How do you always win?" James asked frustrated that I won all five games we played. Oliver was frustrated too.

"Well, you shuffled them all!" He didn't do too well; he gave me all the good pairings. We were in the kitchen and Auntie was watching TV in the living room.

"She always beats me in rummy!" she called. James rolled his eyes and Oliver snickered. It was past lunch and we had sandwiches.

"Want to play again?" I asked, taking the cards from James.

"No, you always win," he grumbled sitting back in the chair.

"Well how about I shuffle and Oliver passes them out?" I started shuffling the cards and James shrugged. He was being a sore loser. I handed them to Oliver after I finished and he passed them out. Darn, I don't have any good ones. Oh well, poker face on...

"Ha I FINALLY won!" James exclaimed. Of course, I got a lot of triples, but I kept them in my hand or traded them in. When James saw, he flipped. "You let me win!" I had to smile. Since he wouldn't quiet down, I hugged him, hard. He was silent.

"Finally! What did you do? Smother him?" my aunt called. We all laughed.

"Let's go watch TV in the computer room," I suggested, putting the cards away. Oliver nodded and James wouldn't look at me. "Come on, James, you can sit next to me..."

"How about you...sit on my lap?" Oliver looked up at him all shocked-like and looked at me. I caught his gaze and he looked down. I knew something was up.

"How about I sit on both of you?" I smiled, thinking they wouldn't go for it.

"Sure," they said in unison.

"Great."

I ended up sitting in the middle of them on the couch. We watched a James Bond movie, since it was pretty dark already and we had popcorn to munch on. Towards the middle of it, James did that yawning trick where he yawns and stretches and puts his arm around my shoulders. I threw popcorn at him in response. Right into his mouth actually.

"Thanks, love."

"Uh...you're welcome?" he kept his arm there so to get him, I took Oliver's hand. At the end of the movie, I had both their hands.

"Hey want to see something cool?" I let go of their hands and walked to the computer. It was on, so I typed in and signed in. "I have messages." One read, "hey knownotwhatisinstore, I really like your Fred and George stories! you do plan on finishing it, right?"

"Fred and George stories?" Oliver asked over my right shoulder. It made me shiver to feel his breath on my neck.

"Yeah, my friend wanted me to write one, my other series was a hit, so she wanted me to try it out. Plus I like them, especially the people who play them," I added with a wink. James turned red and Oliver smiled brightly. "Maybe you could read some sooner or later."

"We plan to," they said together. It was kind of cute when they did that. I smiled and turned back to the computer to check the other messages. One made me blush. "yeah they're wicked hot, I agree. maybe we should go to one of those conventions and see them!" Thank god she didn't send my original message with it. I then logged off and faced James and Oliver.

"So what will we do after supper?" I asked. They looked at each other, then evilly at me. "What?"

"No! Don't do it!" I pleaded. It was after supper and I was in my room, in the corner, trying to get away from them. They looked...mental!

"Just cooperate and we won't do anything," James said. They were coming closer and I was already against the wall. They came at me and picked me up, throwing me onto the bed. Then they furiously tickled the hell out of me.

"OKAY OKAY! HAHAHAHAHA!" I howled, trying to swat their hands away. "YAAAA!" I did a small battle cry and grabbed James since he was to the right of me, and flung him down to the bed and got on him. I pulled Oliver down too, for good measure. "Ha! Now try it." I got off them and they sat up laughing. "You two are troublesome."

"But you know you love us," Oliver said.

"Oh yes, I love you both soooooo much!" I said, sarcasm dripping from it. "If I didn't at least like you as human beings, I doubt you'd be here right now." Oliver rolled his eyes and James just laid back in a huff. I chuckled at them.

"But we're not humans. We're aliens from a far off dimension here to study the female body," James said, reaching out his hands in a grabby motion.

I automatically covered my chest and snorted, "And I'm Doctor Who."

"But Gengrir, we already know about the breasts. We don't know much about that other place we spoke of before," Oliver said behind his hand to James.

"But Rirgeng, I like this one's breasts. They look meaty and soft," James whispered back, also behind his hand.

"I can hear you, guys." I think I had this incredulous look, still shielding my chest.

"The subject heard us, Rirgeng," James said.

"That means we have to take her, Gengrir," Oliver replied. I immediately jumped off the bed.

"You touch me and I'll kill you! You hear me!" The boys cackled in hysterics, laughing harder when they saw my face. Annoyed face. "Alright, I'm going to bed. Get out."

They left, still laughing, and I got comfortable in bed. About ten minutes later I grunted in annoyance.

"Good night you two," I said loudly, they kept giggling and I could hear it through the wall. I was tired and wanted to sleep.

"Don't tell us you're tired..." James said in the doorway, Oliver next to him. I guess they don't wear shirts to bed. I shrugged it off and sat up.

"Yes, I am. You're both very draining, you know that? But I guess I could talk a little..."

I ended up falling asleep, and so did James and Oliver, but not in their room.