Tomorrow Is Another Day

Chapter 2

Mike and Pete woke up the next morning to the sound of a snow plow breaking down. The snow storm was so bad that the snow plows were breaking and going out of order.

"Hey douchebag, what time is it?"

"Um."

Mike looked at his phone, it was 11 am. Way later than they usually wake up for, then again, there was no school.

"It's 11 am."

"God damnit, I have to spend more time with you."

"I don't think you'll be leaving for a while."

"What do you mean?"

"Look out the window."

Pete looked out the window and saw the snow plows breaking down. This was probably his worst nightmare.

"Are you fucking kidding me?"

Pete went down to the kitchen to make himself some coffee. It was a slow morning but it was going to be an even slower week with Mike. Mike followed him down to talk to Pete.

"Is there something that you want to do to try and kill time, or, do anything that'll make you feel a little better?"

"Honestly talking to you is making my stay worse than it should be."

"Ok, I won't talk."

The two of them sat at the table while Mike's parents were trying to figure out how to get through this cold front. In the end though, his parents gave up trying because there was literally no way around it. They went back up to their bedroom to "do adult things" and left Mike and Pete down in the kitchen.

Mike started walking up to his room, but before Mike even made it to the first stair, he felt a tug on the back of his shirt. It was Pete who was tugging.

"Pete, is something wrong?"

"No I just, I just need to be near someone."

"Oh ok, well, we can go up to my room and talk."

Pete and Mike went up to Mike's room. Mike was a bit surprised that Pete wanted to be near him. He needed to be near someone, and that someone was not his mother.

Mike sat on his bed, but Pete came over and sat next to him. This was so strange, was this actual emotion or was this just cabin fever. Whatever it was, Mike liked it.

"Mike, when we get back in school, don't tell anyone about this."

"Ok."

Mike and Pete talked, mostly about poetry and how annoying emo's were. But after some time, Pete started to nod off and when Mike was done talking, he noticed that Pete had fallen asleep on his shoulder.

Mike layed him down on his bed and went to the bathroom. When he came back, he saw Pete sitting on his bed, looking at the floor.

"Hey, are you okay?"

"I... I don't know."

Pete kept staring at the floor and Mike sat next to him. Pete leaned into Mike and once again, he fell asleep. This time Mike layed down next to Pete and they had a fairly good sleep. They slept on and off the rest of the day and night.

Tomorrow is another day.