Snippet #1843965

Cody awoke in his car, which happened to be a little black piece-of-crap that couldn't even get him through the rest of the snow storm last night. He groaned in response to his stiff back and stretched his arms upward as far as the car's ceiling would allow him to. He climbed into the front seat with clumsy limbs, barely aware of what he was doing. By the time he got to the winter retreat, he was amazed he hadn't gotten into a wreck during the drive with how groggy he was.

He parked swiftly in front of the building and unloaded his backpack and one small suitcase from the trunk of his car. Thankfully the snow had let up, though it looked like it would only be temporary. As he walked into the building, he welcomed the warm air. It rushed over his sleepy-head disheveled hair, throwing bits of his red bangs into the blond. He smelled food, but he couldn't tell what it was. He didn't much care; he immediately left his suitcase by the front entrance and dropped his backpack to the floor, seeking out the source.

He found himself in a cozy little kitchen, with a girl he recognized from his school but never got to know. "What'cha making?" He asked, an excited smile on his face at the thought of eating. He wondered what time it was and how hellish he must look from his sleep in the car, but was more concerned with the food being prepared.