Snow

Chapter Three

I had to call up the university and tell them I couldn't make it in the next day, but it turned out that my classes had been cancelled due to snow anyways. Andy spent the morning in his room, scribbling lyrics on paper and then groaning as he scrunched the paper into a ball, throwing it to, and missing, the bin.

When I went upstairs to see if I could borrow his laptop, there were at least ten sheets of paper scrunched up and lying close to the bin. "This isn't half a waste of paper." I said, tutting sarcastically and smiling as I went over to my bag. "Do you mind if I borrow your laptop? I have some work to do for uni." I told him, pulling a folder out of my bag.

He gestured over to the cupboard next to the bed, before groaning and throwing yet another sheet of paper, this time actually aiming for the wall. "Calm yourself. What's wrong?" I asked, flopping down next to him on the bed.

He handed me a sheet of paper with a few lines scribbled down, and I read through them, making some suggestions for each line. I spent over an hour helping him, and we eventually managed to get two verses and a chorus together.

By the time we'd done that much, my stomach was rumbling. "Come, you need to take a break." I told him, grabbing his hand and pulling him off of the bed. He fell to the floor and just sort of wriggles in an attempt to get to his feet. I bent over, holding my stomach as I laughed at him and he eventually got to his feet and joined in. Somehow, we made it downstairs without dying of laughter, but when I tripped him on the way into the kitchen, the two of us ended up keeling over with laughter.

"Oh my God." I breathed, wiping tears from my eyes and struggling to get my breath back. "That was hilarious." He just shook his head, still laughing silently whilst literally pounding his fist against the floor. Grinning, I got to my feet and held out a hand for him. This time he stood and stayed standing, and we made out way into the kitchen, still laughing whenever we made eye contact.

We made lunch together, occasionally falling back into fits of giggles, and as we sat down to eat, I rushed upstairs to grab his laptop. "What's your password?" I asked, passing it over to him and he typed it in, handing it back.

"What work do you need to do?" He asked, biting into his sandwich and raising an eyebrow.

"It's just uni stuff. I need to finish writing an essay." I told him, logging into my email account and accessing the document.

"What subject are you majoring in?" He asked, poking my side and raising an eyebrow.

"Psychology. It's great." I said with a smile. It was the only subject I'd ever actually enjoyed, except for music of course.

His eyebrows creased with confusion at my majoring choice. "Why are you studying psychology if you're in a band? I figured you'd be doing music or something."

"As much as I love making music, I need something to fall back on. If not a singer, I'd love to be a psychologist. And, I guess, I'd like to be one of those people who, no matter their profession, are actually well educated." I told him, taking a bite of my sandwich. He shrugged, and we went back to eating.

*

Two days later, the snow had finally cleared up enough for Andy to drive me home. At first I refused, saying that I'd call a cab, but naturally he decided that was the right time to be stubborn. "Okay, okay. You can drop me off home." I said, raising my hands in surrender and putting my phone down.

"Good. Now, help me get your bags in the car." He said, looking smug as he passed me a bag and grabbed his car keys from the table. "We'll call you a tow truck on the way to yours and get your car to a garage."