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Danny and Jake crept into Danny’s house, hoping not to wake anyone, but unfortunately for them, no one was sleeping. Both of Danny’s parents and Jazz were sitting in the living room looking at them with their arms crossed and stern looks on their faces. The two boys looked at each other and sighed.
“Okay, before you say anything, let me explain,” Danny began.
“Explain what?” Danny’s mother asked, standing up, “That you and Jake decided to disappear during the worst snow storm in years and not come home until 2 am?”
“Well when you put it that way…” Danny sighed with a lump in his throat.
“You scared us half to death!” Jazz added.
“Yeah Danny, even I’m not that reckless! And I once wrestled a bear for a sub sandwich!” Danny’s dad said.
“I mean what if you boys got sick, or trapped in a pile of snow, or worse?” His mom asked, walking closer to them, “What would we have told your parents Jake? ‘Sorry we let you son get severe hypothermia on our watch’?” Jake cringed, looking at the floor.
“Sorry Miss Fenton.” Said Jake
“Sorry mom.” She smiled and dropped her hands from her hips.
“Well the important thing is that your both okay now.” She said and wrapped her arms around the two boys, whom both were equally surprised but hugged back. She let go and stepped back, “Now go and get changed and get under some blankets, I’m sure you both must be freezing.” They nodded and hustled up the stairs before she decided she was still mad at them.
Danny closed the door to his room and started stripping out of his soaking wet clothes, as did Jake. Once Danny was naked (Because even his boxers were wet) he bent over his dresser to get a new pair of underpants, which Jake took as an invitation to smack his pasty ass.
“Ow!” He yelled and threw a pair of boxers at him, “That hurt you jerk!” Danny laughed, pulling on his briefs, as Jake did the same. Jake just gave him a cheeky smile back. Jake looked funny in Danny’s briefs, because they were both too long, but also too small, damn Danny’s tiny ass. Danny went to his closet to get some pajamas, but Jake pulled him backwards to the bed.
“I just saved your ass from an army of fucking rouge snow giants; I think the least I deserve is some naked cuddles.”
“But Jake,” He whined, “I’m cold!”
“And I’m a human-ish furnace! Get over it.” And with that they got under Danny’s NASA comforter and passed out, mostly because Danny was too tired to argue.