Snow |lgbt|

Trapped

Natalie and I burst through the door, and shut it behind us as fast as we could. Then we just both stood there, our foreheads presses against the wood door. I closed my eyes and tried to catch my breath.
"Alice?"
"Mmh."
"Why are you still here?" She questioned, turning to look at me. "I mean, why did you just walk a mile in a blizzard with someone you just met?"
I had been asking myself the same question over and over again.
What. Was. I. Doing?
I opened my eyes and turned to meet her gaze.
"Well, I got you a month of detention," I lied, "plus, I'm hoping to score some free cookies."
Her laugh rang in my ears, but it was hollow, almost if she had been expecting me to say something else. Before my thoughts could run wild he said,
"Well, let's get started then!"
With that she peeled off her coat and gloves, throwing them on the floor. She smiled up at me.
"Is your shirt wet, from when we fell over?"
"Yeah," I admitted, "but it's fine."
"No it's not!" She protested. "Come with me, I think I have a shirt that will fit you."

When I walked into her room I noticed it was painted a shade of baby blue. Other than that it was exactly how I expected it to be like. Not that I'd ever thought about it. It was medium sized, with windows on two walls. On her dresser were lots of little trinkets and a record player. Next to that was a small bookshelf. The top half was overflowing with books, while the bottom with LPs. She opened her closet to reveal many oversized sweaters, overalls, and cute t-shirts and a bunch of other random garments. I smiled, not quite sure why. I'd been doing that a lot lately. I guess Natalie had that effect of people.
"Here," Natalie said, "this'll do."
She handed me (surprise) an oversized sweater. I knew it would fit normal on me however.
"Thanks."
She showed me the way and I went into her bathroom and put it on. I pulled it over my head slowly, as if it were an antique. I looked at myself in the mirror and sighed. It smelled like her.

When I came out Natalie was already getting out the ingredients for cookies.
"So, I was thinking," she began, "if one of us mixes the dry ingredients, and one of us mixes the wet ones, we'll get don't faster, don't you think?"
"Sure," I quavered, for her sweater was a little small on me and I felt extremely awkward.
Out of no where came the sound of a door being slammed shut, then something whizzed past me. As the thing slowed down I realized it was a human being - a small human being.
Natalie smiled.
"Hey buddy! How was your day today?" She inquired. She bent down and gave her, I assume, little brother a bear hug.
He struggled to escape her grasp and ran away from her. I quickly stepped out of the way before he ran into me.
"Hi!" He said as he passed me, and laughed. What was it with this family and laughing so much?
"That was my little brother Max," grinned Natalie.
"Do you have any siblings?"
I shook my head.
"No, it's just me."
"Oh, your parents must be lucky."
Parents. Right.
"So, wanna start?" I asked, changing the subject.
"Sure. Here, mix these together in this bowl, and I'll mix the rest. Then we can combine them. Sound cool."
"Yeah," I answered, grabbing the bowl and beginning to work.

••••

"Oh my god, these are so good!" I admitted.
"I know, right? Too bad I have to take them to school, or I would eat them all!"
"Not before I could! Do you have any napkins, there's chocolate all over my chin." I said, holding my free hand under my face to prevent the gooey substance from getting all over Natalie's sweater.
"Here," she said, and reached out to wipe my chin. I could feel my face growing hot as she ran the napkin over my face. She looked up at me and suddenly stopped. Even though I was sure my face was bright red, I didn't want her to stop.
"Sorry," she mumbled, and handed it to me.
"I'm used to doing that for my little brother, I don't know why I did that to you though..."
I smiled, unsure of weather I could form any words. In an effort to look at something else, anything else, me eyes fell on the clock. My eyes grew wide. She followed me gaze.
"Oh no! I'm so sorry, I didn't realize it would take so long. I can't believe it's already 7:12!"
I remembered my dad.
Oh my god, he must be so worried.
I ran into her room, and snatched my phone from the pocket of my soaked sweat shirt.
13 missed calls from Dad
37 texts.
I quickly typed in his number and hit the call button. He picked up after the first ring.
"Alice?! Are you okay?! I've been so worried about you!"
I squeezed my eyes shut, I was such a horrible daughter.
"Yeah dad, I'm fine. It took a bit longer than I expected and I wasn't wearing my shirt, so I didn't hear my phone."
"You weren't wearing your shirt?!"
"No! Not like that!" I corrected him, " I fell over in the snow, and my friend let me borrow one of her's."
"Okay. I'm just glad you're alright. I'm getting in the car right now to get you. Where are you?" I could hear him opening the garage door.
"Hold on, let me ask Natalie." I was on my way to the kitchen when my dad let out a gasp.
"What is it? What's wrong?" I questioned.
Natalie raised her eyebrows at me, but didn't say anything.
"Have you looked outside lately?"
"No, it's to dark anyways. Why?"
"I'm not going to be able to pick you up. There's at least 4 feet of snow out here, and the wind has blown it against the garage door. There's a wall of ice."
I covered the microphone with my hand,
"Hey, can you turn on the news?"
"Sure," Natalie nodded.

"That's right folks, 4 1/3 inches. Officials are advising to stay inside and off the roads at all costs. You can count on a snow day tomorrow!"
"Thanks Jimmy. We would also like to take this time to remind you..."

"Oh my god."
"Yeah. Sorry sweetie. I guess you're trapped. I'll come and get you as soon as I can!"
"Yeah dad," I monotoned, not even listening to what he was saying anymore.
I was trapped.
In Natalie's house.

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