Dear Mr. Parker,

Sleep

We stay in that empty lot playing in the snow as it keeps building up. We didn't exactly plan for snow, you know, in hoodies and jackets and jeans. We didn't have gloves and my sneakers are soaked through but I honestly don't care. We were playing up until a car pulls up next to us. The window rolls down until Mr. Stark sticks his head out.

"Hey, Mr. Stark," Peter greets forming another snowball.

"Yeah, hello," I say, chucking a snowball at Peter's head. I hit my target. Peter decides to hit me in retaliation.

"Kids, you're going to get sick," Mr. Stark shouts. 

"Nah, what's making me sick is the Taco Bell we just ate," I shout back causing Peter to laugh.

"Just get in the car," Mr. Stark says.

"Hm, no. Snow better," Peter refuses. We go back to playing in the snow. We hear a car door open and close and shortly after, our collars were being grabbed. There was a yank and I had to stand up. Mr. Stark then just loads up into the car. It was warm and I just realized I was tired. Well, it was 3 AM. I just lead my head onto Peter's shoulder and then suddenly we were at the tower. We stand up and walk inside and we go to the living floor. I make it to the couch before collapsing again

Good night!

GO TO SLEEP!

Okay, continuing. I got woken up the next morning by Thor bursting into the kitchen. After making my annoyance clear, I move to the window. Everything's completely snow covered. I feel a tap on my back. I turn around it's Peter with a healthy amount of sugar for breakfast. Who am I kidding? He has a whole ass cake in one arm. 

"Ooh, can we watch the Hunger Games?" I ask, after we sit back down on the couch. Yes, I slept in what I was wearing yesterday. No, it wasn't comfortable. 

He hands me a fork. "It's winter and Christmas season and you want to watch the Hunger Games?" he looks at me like I'm crazy.

"Yes," I say matter of factly.

"Fair," he says starting to pull it up. I step into the nearby hallway to call my mom.