AN: Hey guys. I realized that 'Snow White and the Seven Twerps that Ate My Soup' was a big hit. I didn't want to stop writing that story so I decided to write about Gabe, the sulky, rude twerp that drove Snowy insane. It will feature the other twerps but will be mainly in his point of view. There will be appearances from Acacia (Caycee), P.C. and Snowy's daughter and P.C. and Snowy themselves. I hope you enjoy the sequel to 'Snow White'! –Susie—

Chapter 1: (Gabe)

Snow fell heavily on a cold winter day of December. I looked outside and watched the snow fall silently towards the ground, blanketing the earth in a soft white sheet. I leaned back on the couch arm and sighed. Three days from now would be Christmas and all the relatives would be visiting, ruining up the beauty of the white wonder that was the winter world. Sam and Stephen—Steve, as he likes to be called now—would be coming back for the holidays from their private school in Indiana any day now. Brian and Dane went to live with Dane's aunt Helena—my second cousin—a couple of years ago and never looked back. Devlon and Henry went off to some boarding school in the UK and are expected to arrive tomorrow. Me? I stayed exactly where I am now, with Snowy, P.C., and Acacia, who prefer to be called Caycee nowadays. I attended Dalton High School and was a junior.

I turned away from the window and stood up out of the soft plush couch, still lost in thought. It's been nearly ten years since Snowy came into my life, mine and everyone else's. I was only a little boy of seven when she started babysitting me and my brothers and cousins. I didn't know that she was going to marry P.C., my brother, then. Six months after their meeting, they got married and nine months after that, Caycee was born. And here P.C. told me to never get engaged to some random girl I barely know. I smiled to no one in particular. My life's changed so much since Snowy came into our lives. And for the better. Sometimes, actually, depending how good of a mood Snowy was in. I swear my loud-mouth sister-in-law PMSs every second of every day. It just never stops. I don't know how P.C. deals with her.

The doorbell rang and I went to answer it, pulling out of my thoughts. Yanking the handle, I saw Sam and Steve standing on the porch with their suitcases. Surprise and resentment sparked in me as I stared at the two. They were early.

I studied the two close brothers. Steve had grown a lot taller, even taller than me now, and will be turning seventeen in February. He still looks after Sam but not as extreme as when we were kids. Sam, the smaller of the two brothers, was different than I last remembered him, which was three years ago. He'd grown taller and stood at the same height as me, his blonde hair long and hanging in his eyes. A lazy smile was set upon his face, his old, scared-to-death behavior gone.

"Gabe! Good to see ya, bro!" Steve pulled me into a man-hug and slapped my back, hard. Immediately, I pushed him away and bristled when Sam took a step forward. I considered slamming the door in their faces. "Don't you dare touch me, Sam!"

"Aww, c'mon, Gabe. We're cousins! At least show some cousinly love," Sam said. I must have had a dark expression on my face because he laughed. "Yep. Same old Gabe with his bad attitude."

"I do not have a bad attitude!" I fumed indignantly. This made Sam laugh harder and he patted my shoulder. "And don't touch me!"

"Whatever you say, cuz. Just be happy for the holidays," Sam said cheerily. He and Steve stepped through the threshold and into the house. A small patter of footsteps echoed on the wooden floor and Caycee appeared at the top of the stairs. She screamed, raced down the wooden steps, and threw herself at Sam, hugging him like there we wouldn't live to see another sunrise.

"Uncle Sam!" she cried, burying her head into Sam's flat stomach. "I missed you so much!"

Sam laughed again and stroked Caycee's dark brown hair. "I missed you, too, kiddo! Who's my favorite niece?"

"Me!"

"That's right."

I rolled my eyes and plopped back down on the couch I was originally sitting on, watching their interactions. I watched Caycee chatter happily to Sam about school and all her best friends. I don't understand how Sam can have so much patience towards that demon girl. She's just like Snowy, in every way possible except for the gray eyes, which she got from P.C. God help the world when she gets into high school. And worse; Prom.

Hearing the commotion, Snowy walked into the living room and smiled. "I knew it was you, Sam. You're the only one that can get Caycee so excited like that. Well, you and a new poster of Taylor Lautner. I just don't understand how he can be considered "hot"," she muttered. Caycee looked seriously offended at her mother's comment on Taylor Lautner's "hotness". In fact, she tried pulling away from Sam to probably give Snowy a lecture about teenage wolf stars.

"Mommy! You promised you wouldn't slam-dunk him again! Remember the consequences of breaking promises?" Caycee reminded, placing her hands on her hips and glaring at Snowy. Said person grumbled under her breath. "Mommy . . ."

"Yeah, yeah. I remember. 'One must not break a promise or they'll be in the doghouse for the next week'. I know, I know! I was the one that made up the stupid rule," Snowy groaned. Steve chuckled and Caycee made a noise of satisfaction. "As if anyone in this house will ever let me forget that damn rule."

"Good to see you too, Snowy," Sam joked. He set Caycee down and gave Snowy a hug. "Steve and I missed you."

Snowy snorted and rolled her eyes. "Yeah, right. You just missed my cooking because you're always eating takeout. Once a habit, always a habit."

Sam and Steve grinned simultaneously. "That, too."

P.C. chose that moment to walk into the room and lean against the doorway. "Whoa! Sam, Steve, what the hell happened to the two of you?"

Snowy turned around and punched him in the stomach. "What have I said about no cussing in front of Caycee? You KNOW better!" she scolded. P.C. ducked his head in shame and let a wave of hair fall into his face. I chuckled from my spot and P.C. glared at me through his hair.

"Hey, I wouldn't be laughing. You get in trouble about cussing just as much as I do, little bro!" he accused. I shrugged and let my hair fall into my face like he'd done. He turned to Snowy next. "And I heard you cuss about the doghouse rule in front of her! So, you're equally guilty!" Snowy raised her eyebrows and crossed her arms across her chest, staring P.C. down. He was so screwed. I heard Steve snort and glared at him.

"Something funny, Steve?" I asked, deathly calm. He shook his head and covered his mouth, trying to muffle his laughter. "If there's nothing funny, then don't laugh!"

"But, Uncle Gabe! Why do you have to be so grumpy all the time?" Caycee whined. I looked up and saw she'd approached where I was lying on the couch and was staring down at me. I narrowed my eyes at her. Her bottom lip trembled and her eyes widened and became bright. "Can't we all just get along? Like cats and mice?"

I sat up and crossed my arms. "Caycee, I'll get along with the others if I want to. It's beyond your power to stop me. And cats eat mice. They are no way friends," I pointed out.

Caycee broke. Tears crept down her face and she sat down on the floor, holding her knees to her chest. I exhaled and looked down at her shaking form. "Caycee . . ."

"Great job, Gabe. You made her cry," Sam tsked. I glared at him before getting off the couch and crouching next to Caycee. I patted her back and smoothed her hair.

"Caycee. C'mon, Caycee. You're a bit old for crying, aren't you?" I prompted. She turned away from me violently and continued to cry. I scooted next to her again. "Okay! I'll be nice to everyone! I promise!"

Immediately, she sat up and brushed away the tears. Fake tears. Damn, that girl was good. "Great! And if you say any mean thing, you owe me twenty!"

I groaned and rolled my eyes. The player just got played. By a ten year-old girl.

Sam and the others burst out laughing. I glared at all of them. I stood up. "It's not funny!"

Sam stopped laughing first, patting my shoulder again. I brushed his hand off my shoulder and if looks could kill, Sam would be on his way to the grave. "Gabe, lighten up. It's nearly Christmas and you're still being a spoil-sport."

"I am not!" I shot back. "Shut up, Sam!"

"Okay, man. Just chill." Like hell I will. I hate it when Christmas comes around because of all the noisy relatives that come with it. If I had any say in it, I would make it so that if you live elsewhere, you celebrate Christmas and all the other holidays with those you actually live with.

I turned away from everyone and made my way upstairs, letting Snowy and P.C. to deal with our guests. Slamming the bedroom door shut behind me, I lay back on my bed, staring out the window next to me. The snow just kept coming. If it didn't lighten up soon, we'd be buried in it by morning. I sighed. Why do the relatives have to come every single year? With everyone coming, I never get to do what I want. I'm always dragged into some family trip or bowling night or something. It's boring and worthless. We already see each other way too much. Adding Christmas on the list is really overdoing it, presents or not.

I sat up and grabbed my black leather jacket. Throwing it on, I ran out into the hall and descended the stairs. "I'm going out!"

Snowy came into the entryway and leaned against the front door. "Are you sure you want to? It's snowing pretty heavily out there. Don't want you to get lost out there in case it becomes a blizzard," she indicated. I shrugged and slipped on my Nikes. "Gabe, I get worried about you sometimes. It's like you purposefully ignore the rest of the world and hide out by yourself. You don't have any friends at school and whenever you "go out", you come home with broken knuckles and bruises."

I flicked my eyes to her small form briefly. "Look, Snowy. I get why you're worried but I'm seventeen. I know how to take care of myself, okay?" I remarked. Snowy frowned and took a step closer. "Don't worry about me. You should be worried about Sam and Steve and Caycee. I can take care of myself."

"Okay," Snowy replied hesitantly. I nodded to her once and stepped out into the white world. I thought I heard her say something that sounded a lot like "be careful" before the door closed but I dismissed it. Unimportant.

I started on the sidewalk and tucked my stinging hands onto my jean pockets. I blocked the world out around me and looked at the ground. Why does Sam have to ruin everything? Even when we were just kids, he was the little whiny brat that always got what he wanted. He received all of the attention from any guests. And me? I got none. No matter what I tried, no one paid any attention to me. I was the sulking, depressed figure in the background that no one wanted to have around. Maybe it would be better if I'd gone to a separate boarding school and didn't return for Christmas.

I crossed the deserted street and caught myself from slipping on the slick ice forming along the road. I frowned. The roads were already icy? Not good sign. It usually wasn't this bad but judging by the fast forming ice, it was only going to get worse.

I stepped back onto the sidewalk and counted the steps to the next right turn. There. I turned the corner and down the narrow street. No cars were parked in sight, the only sound were the quiet thumping of my footfalls. I quickly walked down the street and into the abandoned park. It was my safe haven. No one ever came here because it was the sight of a murder of a three year-old. Mothers tended to stay away from the park in fear that the masked murderer would come back and kill their children. I smiled. But they should know that murderers never strike at the same spot twice. It gives them a better chance of getting caught by the police and FBI.

I sat down on the swing and looked around me. Rust caked the steel bars of every platform, probably from the spring and fall rainstorms. No birds chirped from the empty nests and silence reigned. I closed my eyes and just concentrated on breathing. In. Out. In. Out. My breath was a white stream of fog that drifted higher until I couldn't see it anymore. The temperature was getting colder. I knew I should've gone back to the house in the woods right then but somehow, I decided not to. It was relaxing to finally be totally alone, with no one to interrupt my thoughts.

I stared ahead, not really seeing anything. Instead, my mind drifted to earlier; when Sam and Steve decided to grace us with their arrival. Couldn't everyone just stay away? Why does family have to come together on Christmas? Who made up that stupid rule anyway?

Footsteps snapped me to and I realized they were coming from behind me. I whipped around and faced the unknown person, the hairs on my neck standing straight up, alert. I immediately relaxed when I saw that it was just a girl. She looked about my age, with bronze curls framing her pale face and stood at about five-foot-three. Her eyes were the color of honey and she shivered in her light pink coat and red scarf. Red mittens also covered her small hands and she wore black jeans with brown Ugg boots. I stared at the mysterious girl, wariness radiating from me.

The girl spotted me and stumbled back, as if in fear. I opened my mouth to say something but she beat me to it. She brushed back her curls and blushed profusely. "O-oh. Sorry, I d-didn't see you there. You see, I come here to get away from the craziness at my house." She flushed. "Sorry, I'm blabbing. I'm Hallie Caraway," she stammered.

"Gabe Clarke," I mumbled. She laughed nervously, as if she didn't know what else to say. She probably didn't. "I'll leave you to your get-away spot." I got up to leave, slipping my hands out of my pockets to straighten my jacket. "I was just leaving anyway."

She stepped forward, reached out and touched my arm lightly. I stiffened, electricity shooting up the length of my arm. As if she'd felt it too, she dropped her hand. I turned back to her to glare at her with my amber eyes but stopped when I saw her glowing eyes. Like the sun shining directly on a patch of honeysuckle. It glowed brightly and I forgot everything else. What was with this girl? I stared into her eyes, getting lost in their glow, almost like a dream. She gazed right back. I took a step toward her and stopped. What would I do? Kiss her? It was a ridiculous thought, kissing a stranger you met in a park. I stiffened again and stepped back, away from her glory. I shook my head, snapping myself out of the reverie, I glared at her anyways. "What? I'm already leaving. You can have your little spot. No need to get all touchy."

She looked startled before her honey-colored eyes steeled over. Narrowed. She crossed her thin arms across her chest and glared back at me. "Well, excuse me for trying to be nice. I was going to ask you to stay so no one has to leave but I guess you have better things to do than talk to me," she spat. I blinked at her sudden bitterness, surprised at the disgusted tone in her voice. No one had ever talked to me like that. Not since Snowy had scolded me for hitting Sam ten years ago when he fell down the stairs. Most people tended to stay from me at school. I didn't have any friends and wasn't looking for one, nonetheless a girlfriend. All they did was annoy you and spend your money on clothes and shoes. And they expect you to talk about your innermost "feelings". Hell would be frozen over before I do that.

I rolled my eyes. "Look. Sorry if I offended you or whatever but get over it. You act like your life is shit. Well, guess what. Half the people on this planet have shitty lives," I sneered. She cocked a brown eyebrow at me. "I was only trying to be nice but judging by your attitude, I don't think I will anymore." I sat back down on the swing with a huff and smirked up at her. "I think I'll stay right here for the time being. Go find somewhere else to "get away"." I could see her fists clutched tightly, trembling with anger and guessed that she really wanted to punch me right now. She could hit me all she wants, it would be no use. Being about nine inches taller than she was, the top of her head barely reached my collarbone. I towered over her.

"You know what? Keep your spot. I can tell you're one of those types of people," she hissed silently. Now I narrowed my eyes at her. Why couldn't this brat just take the hint I was practically screaming at her and go the hell away?

"What's that supposed to mean? What kind of person am I? How would you know what kind of person I am? You know nothing about me. Nothing. So shut up and get lost. Before I do something I really regret," I warned. Her eyes widened and her mouth dropped open as she stumbled back a couple steps. I could almost feel the anger and fear beginning to take over her. Hell, she probably thought I was a murderer or someone like that.

"Was that a threat?" she gasped. I yawned, making her angrier. "How dare you threaten me!"

"Because I can. There's nothing you can do about it. So get lost," I suggested quietly, making little shooing motions with the tips of my fingers. She had a disgusted look on her face and started to walk towards me. "I said scram."

"You're a bastard, you know that? You make me sick. Sick! I hope you get run over by a truck!" With that, she came up to me and stomped on the place that counts and stormed off, fuming. I fell off the swing with a yelp, clutching my family jewels, groaning in pain. God! That girl can really get a guy to go to his knees. It seemed like an eternity before the pain subsided. Will I still be able to have children after that? I stared the spot where she stood even though she was long-gone. How can one girl be so annoying and powerful at the same time?

I sighed and got up, wincing as a jab of pain went through me again. God, I really hope I can still have kids after that encounter with her foot. My peace was definitely disturbed and I couldn't relax again. I started back to the house in the woods, walking back the same way that I'd come. I paid no attention to anything around me except the white, frozen ground below me. I thought about Hallie Caraway and her evidently strong foot. How her bronze curls bounced when she brought her leg down, her honey eyes sparking with anger. You don't find a girl like that every day. Certainly not at Dalton.

I looked up from the ground and saw a figure in the distance. Sam. He was walking towards me from the right with a goofy grin on his face. Oh, great. Snowy sent him after me. How much longer does God want to punish me?

"Hey, Gabe. Snowy wants you back at the house. The snow's getting worse and she didn't want you to get stuck anywhere. C'mon, let's go," Sam declared. I ignored him and walked alongside him silently. We didn't talk, letting the silence and tension settle between us. Finally, Sam broke the icy tension.

"You know, Gabe, you really haven't changed at all. You still let your bitterness fuel your actions," Sam said matter-of-factly. I gave him a sidelong glance and went back to staring straight ahead. "Why can't you let people in? Then you wouldn't be so alone all the time."

"Maybe I want to be alone. I don't exactly enjoy having people bursting in on my life every second of every day. It's annoying and I hate it," I snapped. Sam was quiet and I was beginning to hope he wouldn't speak again. The hope shattered in a heartbeat.

"But, don't you ever get lonely? Don't you ever want to have that someone you can turn to when you're in doubt?" Sam persisted. I knew he was looking at me but I didn't turn my head this time. "Gabe?"

"No, I'd rather work things out by myself than with others. Others keep me back from reaching my goal," I answered truthfully. "Now, shut up."

"What is your goal in life?" he pressed. I inwardly groaned. I stopped walking and turned to glare at him. "No need to glare. I hear it's bad for the eyes," he said jokingly.

"Look, my goals in life are my business. You don't need to know about them. Now, shut the fuck up before I do it for you," I said with finality. Sam opened his mouth to protest then closed it. Good choice. Finally, he listens for once. I walked up the path to the house and flung the door open. "I'm home."

"He meant to say 'we're home'," Sam corrected. I rolled my eyes and hung my jacket on the coatrack.

I slipped out of my shoes and walked into the kitchen where Snowy was cooking teriyaki chicken. The air smelled delicious and I fought the urge to take a fork and eat straight out of the pan. Snowy smiled and looked up at me. I raised an eyebrow. "What?"

"Oh, nothing. Just glad Sam found you before you were buried alive," she mused. I rolled my eyes and grabbed an apple from the fruit bowl behind her. Hearing what I was doing, she threw her spatula and knocked the apple straight out of my hands with her ninja skills. It flew across the room and landed in P.C.'s mug of coffee with a loud "plop!". It splashed all over his blue and white striped button-up shirt, staining it brown. Snowy turned to me and crossed her empty arms, glaring. I gave her a sheepish smile and leaned back against the countertop, feigning innocence.

"Respect the food, Gabe! How many times do I have to tell you that?" she scolded in a motherly way. I rubbed my wrist, massaging the place where the spatula had hit my hand. "No snacks after five! You know that!"

"Yeah, yeah. No snacks after five," I muttered. Snowy nodded, satisfied with my answer before throwing P.C. a black rag and lifted out another spatula from the drawer. "Here, honey. Clean it up with this."

P.C. looked up from his spot at the dining table. "I wouldn't have to clean up if you didn't smack that apple out of Gabe's hand and into my coffee," he grumbled under his breath. Snowy slammed down the new spatula in her hand on the counter and glared at him.

"What was that?" she demanded. P.C. paled and raised his hands in surrender.

"Nothing, sweetheart. I didn't say a word."

"That's what I thought." She turned back to stirring the food. I exchanged a glance with P.C. and he shrugged. With nothing better to do, I grabbed some plates and forks and set the table, cleaning up P.C.'s coffee mess. He muttered a quiet "thanks". Rolling my eyes, I climbed up the stairs and ran straight into Steve. He grinned like an idiot at me.

"What?" I groaned. He slapped my back. "Why'd you do that?"

"Well, for once, you did a nice thing," he pointed out. I rolled my eyes again and pushed past him. "And now I'm taking back the back-slap cuz you just walked away without saying a word of thanks."

I slammed the door to my room again and let out a frustrated groan. Life here was getting to be too much. If I can't stand Sam and Steve being here, how can I deal with more of them coming? I glanced at the clock on the nightstand. Six-thirty.

I walked over to my window and stared out. It was still snowing and it didn't look like it was going to stop anytime soon. Great, I'm going to be trapped in this hell hole with nine other people for the next few days. What did I do to deserve this torment?

I turned on the small TV on my dresser and lay down on my bed. Switching it to the news channel, I saw the part with the weatherman. The man, David Plower, claimed that it would be snowing nonstop for the next day or two. Duh, that much was obvious. Anyone could take one look outside and be able to say that. I turned off the TV and stared at my ceiling. The image of Hallie crossed my mind, her bronze hair swaying in the breeze, her honey-colored eyes sparkling in the sunlight. I could almost hear her voice, her gentle yet firm voice. She obviously wasn't used to getting talked back at. For some reason, I felt like I wanted to see her again. Just one more time. I smiled at the ceiling through closed eyes. Yes, tomorrow, I'd go back to the park and see her again.

"Dinner's ready!" Came Snowy's shout. I muted the TV and slipped silently out of the bedroom, like a cat prowling around its prey. I saw Sam descend the stairs after coming out of his bedroom across the hall from his. I followed him down and into the dining room where Snowy, P.C., Caycee, and Steve were. Sam sat down at his old seat from way back when and I plopped down in a random chair. I reached for the spoon for the chicken at the same time as Steve. He gave me a mischievous grin and snatched it right out of my hand. I scowled and Sam tried to suppress a chuckle. I glared at him and extended my hand for the fried rice to only have Sam slide it towards himself with an evil smile lighting his face. I fought to keep my annoyance under control and waited for the dishes to be passed to me.

Once everyone had food on their plates, Sam spoke up. "I'm coming home from Corona Private School for good. I want to finish my sophomore year here, at my home," he declared. Everyone stared at him, including Steve. I suspected that he didn't know about this decision until now.

P.C. and Snowy smiled. "Well, you're always welcome here. Steve, will you be coming home, too?" Snowy asked. Steve looked uncertain and shrugged. "Well, you can stay here if you want. I won't force you two to stay together."

The table fell silent again. Caycee looked like she was gonna say something but thought better of it. I pushed around the food on my plate, not eating. Snowy noticed and frowned.

"Gabe, you aren't eating your food. Did you eat something behind my back?" she accused. I shook my head and took a bite, smiling with the food I my mouth. "That is disgusting, Gabe! Close your mouth!"

"I'm eating, okay? It's just, I have stuff on my mind," I answered honestly. Sam snickered and I turned to him. "Something funny?"

"I know what you're thinking of. Or rather who you're thinking of," Sam said suggestively. I raised my eyebrow at him, not breaking my cool even though I was shocked he knew. How did he know that I met up with Hallie? There was no way he could have crossed paths with her, he'd come from the house. But not the way he had. He could've asked her if she saw him and she could've answered. It would explain how he'd found him so quickly.

"Oh? If you know so much, why don't you explain it to me? Cuz, I have no idea what you're talking about," I denied. Sam rolled his eyes while the others looked on, curious to what we were talking about. Or rather what Sam was talking about, cuz I was not taking part in this conversation. I wasn't about to admit to the people who know me the best that I was kicked in the balls by a girl almost a foot shorter than me five minutes after I met her in an abandoned park. I can almost hear their laughter and flushed. Sam saw and grinned, raising his dark blonde eyebrows.

"You don't, huh? Then who's Hallie? The girl who kicked your ass at the park today? The cute one with the bronze curls and honey-colored eyes," he asked innocently while grinning madly. I wanted to throttle him but knew that Steve would probably knock the lights out of me if I laid a finger on Sam. But, oh did I want to kick Sam's ass right now. Luckily, Snowy broke in before I could reply.

"Hallie, huh? When do I get to meet the girl who supposedly kicked your butt?" Snowy questioned, the beginnings of a smile on her lips. I felt my face turn red and ducked my head, avoiding everyone's stare. "And Sam, no cussing. I thought I made that clear earlier."

I pushed the food around my plate with the fork and tried to block out everyone around me. I didn't want to explain myself and I wasn't going to anytime soon. Maybe seeing Hallie in the morning would be a bad idea. The image of her bronze curls and honey eyes flashed in my mind. I pushed it away as fast as someone would bat an eyelash. No, can't think about her right now. I stood up, pushing my chair back. "I'm not hungry anymore. See you in the morning."

I placed my plate on the counter in the kitchen and ran up the stairs, two at a time, until I reached my bedroom door. I flung it open and let it shut quietly behind me. I didn't want Sam to be digging around in my life. I like to keep to myself and had no doubt that Sam coming back home would mean him trying to see who I really am. The thought made me sick to my stomach. I've been the only one in this house besides Caycee for three years. I wasn't going to let someone, least of all Sam come into my home and violate me.

I flicked off the lamp and turned off the muted TV. I thought about Hallie at the park. Would I see her tomorrow? Should I see her tomorrow? I fell deeper and deeper into calmness until the dark consumed my thoughts and I drifted into sleep.

AN: Wow, I didn't think I could do it but I did. I deserve a "HURRAYYY!" Anyways, Gabe and Hallie. What do you think? I think that I'm gonna make her drive him insane! How do you like that idea? Anyways, oops! No more spoilers! (Zips lips) Ouch! No more zipping lips! It hurts! I hope you like this story! I'm thinking about writing about Sam next then after him, Steve. I don't know about the others but I WILL write about them, I just don't know the order of the stories yet. I guarantee that before next summer, all the stories of the midgets will be finished. This is a huge thing cuz I don't know if I will keep my word so you guys better review to keep me motivated! Thanks guys! Oh, and also, should I write Dustin's story? And Caycee's? And if I DO keep my word and write all of those stories, I'll probably work on some one-shots about more Christmas gatherings, Valentine's Day, Birthdays, Anniversaries, and more! Only If you guys review and keep me motivated. See how much we can accomplish with just ONE review? Wow, this is one heck of an AN. I hope you guys read this and review! And if you never read the book before this one, go read it! Then come back and read this one! I guarantee that you'll LOVE this series. Cuz I do and there's no way that I'm gonna just leave this alone because I just adore Snowy and P.C. With love,

-Susie-