Hey Sunshine

Two Hours Later His Phone Died

Wylan

IT WAS TWO HOURS LATER WHEN HIS PHONE DIED and he drew a line.

"Alright, how are we going to get out of here?" Wylan asked, heatedly placing his phone onto the table. He'd been texting an old friend and his phone just suddenly cut off. Though to be fair, it did have a staggeringly low amount of charge - 2%.

Kaz sighed, being the only other person paying attention. Inej and Matthias were talking in quiet voices, while Jesper and Nina were playing a strange game that looked like it entailed doing things Wylan did not want to know about. Paja had disappeared a while ago and was yet to make her appearance.

"I told you," Kaz snapped. "The door's jammed again and reception is shaky. Nobody except for Inej can get out."

"How are we going to leave then?" Wylan asked. "Can't we get Matthias to loosen it again?"
Kaz shook his head. "It's locked solid with ice."

Wylan frowned. "So we're waiting for a search and rescue team to save us?"

"As much as I hate to rely on the school's resources for it," Kaz scowled, emphasizing his distaste, "it's the only thing to do. Unless you can somehow loosen the door?" he raised his eyebrow.

Wylan's mind was awhirl with different possibilities. He considered all the resources he had in the coffee shop, and the strength of the crows.

We have hot coffee... something to heat the,.. there's the matter of disassembling it.... take apart the mechanism for... the microwave or the oven or the dishwasher and... then if we use it on the door and then... Matthias tries opening it while I loosen it... it'll swing right open.

Silently ducking around and Matthias and Inej's conversation he made his way to the back of the counter where he found a large supply of machines. Quickly making himself a cup of coffee, he quietly went to the door, unaware of the rest of the Crows eyes on him. Pouring it through the sides of the door, he tried the knob and let out a curse. "Fuck," he muttered. The door knob was frozen solid, but the actual sides of the door would be loose with a bit of help.

Going back to the counter, he made two more cups of coffee and went back to the door, leaning up on his toes to slip it through the very sides of the doors. The coffee spilled through the crack seamlessly. Moving to the other side of the door corner, he took the other cup and did the same thing. Hopefully it would work, he thought. There was no way of being sure until the door knob was unfrozen.

Heading for the counter once again, he dug through the various supplies and finally took out a small machine that resembled a torch. Frowning at it, he clicked a button and it burst into electric blue flames. Arching an eyebrow at it (and remembering later that it was called a culinary torch and was used to make the ten million creme brulee his father and him had eaten at those fancy parties they used to attend) he flipped it on its side and read the warning.

DO NOT USE ON IRON.

"Goddammit," he muttered to himself. Twisting it around to the back, he found the area to put in the gas, half full. Ignoring the section, he moved to the complicated tangle of wires and frowned as he took it apart some more, carefully putting pieces of metal onto the table top. Seeing the mainframe of it, he gently pulled it out, bringing the tangle of wires with it as it moved.

It was a small cube sized mechanism with wires connecting every side possible. Twisting it around in his hands, he frowned as he recognized some wires and where they connected. "That's for the safety of it," he muttered, "and that's to power the... fuck."

He would have to cut it.

Looking up for a knife, he snatched it up and held the wire taut as the other hand dug the knife through it. It snapped immediately and the mechanism sharply shook. Biting his lip (and hoping he didn't get electrocuted) he popped the mechanism back into the torch system and attached the gas back in as well. Hitting the button, the stream of fire released from it again but orange instead. He grinned.

Walking to the door once again, he lit it up carefully and held it against the door knob. Slowly, the hardened layer above it began fading away and he shut the torch off. He couldn't touch the knob without any protection, so he grabbed the nearest cloth he could find absentmindedly and wrapped it around his hand. Tugging at the knob, it easily slid open and he pulled as hard as he could.

The door seamlessly swung open and a good four feet of snow greeted Wylan. Tentative he poked the massive mound and hoped it wouldn't fall on him. Snow packs, he reminded himself. It won't fall on you. With luck.

Shivering from the cold, he took a few steps backward to check the door at a side angle now. Running a hand through the edges, he made a mental note to himself to grease both the door and the doorway with coffee regularly, as well as the knob on the other side of the coffee shop. Shivering as a gust of cold air blew, snowflakes dropped onto his hair and he swung the door shut immediately, returning back into the general warmth of the coffee shop.

"Congratulations, you figured it out."

Wylan let out a shriek and turned around to see an expectant Jesper, Nina, Inej, Matthias, and Kaz all staring at him. Paja had reappeared and was sleeping on the chair.

Jesper was beaming and crossed the expanse of the room quickly, pulling him into his arms and heatedly kissing him. Warmth pooled into his bones again and Wylan eagerly began kissing him back.

"Guys, could you stop for like a second!" Matthias snapped. "Anyways, it's not like opening the door did anything. We can't leave. All that snow is probably frozen solid. We need a search and rescue team."

Reluctantly pulling back, a blush rose to his cheeks and Jesper pulled him closer to his chest. "That was amazing," he whispered to Wylan. "Also, did you know that when you get into that mood nothing distracts you. Inej and Kaz called your name a couple of times and you didn't do anything."

"Oops," he whispered back. "And plus, it's not like I did anything. We'll probably need to wait for somebody to run through all that snow, and who knows what'll happen by then. It wasn't that great or anything, I just-"

Fiercely, Jesper pulled Wylan into another kiss and refused to listen to more

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a/n: aight so, imma keep this short and filled with grammatical errors because i'm currently battling sleep deprivation and hoo it's a fun ride.

firstly, school's just started today and that means my schedule is going to get a lot more busy. the updating might get really out-of-it sometimes, so heads up.

secondly, nano-fucking-wrimo is coming!!! (in november so it's really not that soon but who cares? more completely useless emotional preparation for me - won't that be fun ;)  ) but it is coming so if this story isn't done by then, you can expect to get some more frequent updates.

and lastly, thanks for reading! please comment or vote if you liked this chapter - i'd really appreciate it.

thanks for reading,

mercy