You wake up with (C/N) still sleeping. His hair falls down over his forehead like a (C/H/C) waterfall. You gently lift his head off of you and stand up. The whole operation takes about a minute and a half, especially because you're being especially careful not to wake him. Wandering into the kitchen, you glimpse the shopping bag on the counter and wonder what's in it.

The plastic crinkles and snaps as you carefully take out nail polish, a DVD of (F/M), and chocolate chips. A brilliant plan lights up in your mind and you know what to do. You run up to your room for your headphones and turn on your favorite playlist. Then, as quickly and quietly as humanly possible, you set to baking. As you mix the dough, you ponder why (C/N) came to help you. You lip sync and dance to the rhythm of the mixer and to your music. Then, as the cookies *AKA BEST THINGS EVER* bake, you watch the snow fall outside, noticing the thick flakes swirling and dancing in an uproarious blizzard.

Suddenly you hear the oven timer beeping and you hurry to take the cookies out. The smell wafts out of the oven and makes you realize that somehow, impossibly, you're hungry. You glance at the clock and gasp. It's after ten. Your parents should have been home at least two hours ago. You grab your phone, cursing yourself  when you notice you have a dozen missed calls from your parents. You hit the call back button and raise the phone to your ear, hands shaking from anxiety.

"Hello?"
"Hi Mom, I'm so sorry I didn't even hear my phone! I had my music on 'cause I made-"
"(Y/N), don't ever scare me like that again! Now listen, the snow is probably going to disconnect us soon, so I need to talk fast. The snow has gotten almost four feet deep, so Dad and I can't come home until they clear the roads. The weather stations say this is gonna last awhile honey, maybe days, so that boy may need to spend a few extra nights in our house. I love you, you know the rules, and don't forget-!"
"Wait, Mom, what? Forget what? Mom!"
The silence on the telephone is the ultimate sound of despair.
"I love you too, Mom."