Tap!
Zac cracked open one eye. "Guys, get still. I can hear you moving around," he mumbled, dozing back off.
Tap, Tap!
"Guys," he groaned, opening up both eyes and sitting up. "Knock it…"
TAP, TAP, TAP!!!
Zac turned and looked at the window. Jocelyn was just about to rare her hand back and slam it against the window another time when he realized that she wanted in. He jumped up and opened up the window. "What in sam hill are you doing out here?" he shrieked.
"Z…Za…Zac," she said through chattering teeth. He looked at what she was wearing. A pair of dark jeans and a long sleeve t-shirt.
"Hey!" Zac said, sticking his head out the window a bit farther. "It's snowing! Cool!"
"Z…Zac, l…l…let m…me in…n," she said. He looked at her.
"You want in?" he asked.
"Y…yes…s," she chattered.
"Why?" he asked, pulling back in the window a bit deciding it was a bit too cold outside for his taste. Especially consider he was half-naked.
"I…I'm l…locked out…t and…d i…it's r…reall…really c…c…cold…d," she said, rubbing her arms trying to get warm.
"How'd you get locked out?" he asked.
"L…LET M…ME IN…N!" she shouted.
"You're gonna wake up my parents!" he chided. He climbed halfway up onto the ledge, and stuck his arms out to her. "Now hurry up and let me help you inside before you freeze to death. You should have brought a jacket…"
She rolled her eyes and began to clamber into the window. Just as she was about to get in, they both tumbled out of the window ledge and onto Zac's trundle. They lay there for a minute. Finally, Jocelyn managed to say, "Zac, you're heavy. Get up."
"I think I pulled something," he gasped, rolling off. Jocelyn sat up, breathing heavily.
"You completely knocked the breath out of me," she wheezed.
"I'm in PAAAAAAIIIIIIIIN!" Zac whined. Taylor stirred in his sleep.
"Shhhh," Jocelyn said, giving him a dirty look. "You'll wake them up."
Zac continued to whimper, lying on the bed completely still. Out of the blue he said, "Someone needs to close the window."
Jocelyn sighed, got up, and closed it. Then she turned and said, "Zac, you're a lazy bum."
"Hey, I'm not the one climbing in other people's windows at," he paused and looked at the digital clock on his dresser, "at a quarter past midnight."
She stuck her tongue out. Zac sat up and gave her a joking sexual look. "You know when you make that face it turns me on, baby."
As she walked by, she lightly kicked him in his stomach. "Get up, loser."
Zac did a backward somersault and got to his feet. She was already walking out into the hall. Zac followed her. In the hall, he said, "Now what?"
"Can I borrow some sweat pants?" she asked.
"Yeah, hold on," he said. He stepped back into his room, and came back with a pair of gray jogging pants and a huge t-shirt. "You can go in the bathroom and change. I'll get you a pallet set up in the girls' room."
"K," Jocelyn said. She took the clothes from him and headed off to the bathroom.
5 minutes later, Jocelyn had made her way to the girls' room. Zac had laid a sleeping bag and pillow on the floor, and was currently sitting on it in the dark. He put his finger over his lip as soon as she came in to signal her to be quiet. She tiptoed in, and sat on the sleeping bag by Zac.
"Thanks," she told him.
"What're friends for?" he asked.
She gave him a playful punch to the jaw. "To beat up on."
"Oh, yeah. You know I could whoop your sorry butt any day," Zac said.
Jocelyn leaned back and flashed him a look. "In your dreams, blondie."
"I resent that, brunettie," he said.
"Brunettie?"
"Go to sleep, Andrews. I haven't got time for your malarkey," he said, getting to his feet. He smiled down at her. He picked up one of his feet, and brushed it against her cheek. "Don't wake anyone up with your snoring."
"Leave me alone, Hanson," she muttered, crawling into the sleeping bag. "You've got enough problems of your own, so don't worry about mine."
"'Night, Joce."
"'Night, Zac."
Zac turned, and closed the door. Jocelyn felt her eyelids getting heavy.
