Ryella's Winter Carols

Baby, It's Cold Outside

"I love those J-I-N-G-L-E bells. Gong!
Those holiday J-I-N-G-L-E bells. Gong!
Those happy J-I-N-G-L-E B-E-DOUBLE L-S,
I love those J-I-N-G-L-E bells. Gong!"

Gabriella kept her eyes closed as she slowly awoke from her slumber. The cheery music coming from the alarm clock-radio was loud and she reached her arm out from under the blanket to turn it off. The arm in the room was crisp and she quickly pulled her arm back in. Gabriella turned around in the bed when her arm hit something solid that definitely wasn't the wall.

She opened her eyes and almost gasped when she saw Ryan was in the bed with her. Gabriella glanced underneath the blankets and sighed in relief: they were both clothed. She was wearing one of Ryan's long t-shirts and shorts; he was wearing his usual blue and white stripped pajamas. Gabriella closed her eyes and tried to shut out the sound of the song the alarm was playing. How can Ryan sleep through this? She asked herself.

Ryan shifted in his spot on the bed and squinted his eyes as if closing them tighter would shut out the noise. Gabriella noticed and turned to face the bedside table to turn off the alarm when she realized how cold it was when she attempted it before. She looked at the spot where the alarm was supposed to be, but it wasn't there. Gabriella sat up in the bed a little, searching with her eyes to spot it. There it is! She thought as she found it—then frowned.

She remembered why they had placed the alarm clock where it was. Ryan and Gabriella had decided to put it on top of the dresser at the other end of the room so that whoever got up to turn it off would have to go to the store and by the Christmas lights. When she turned back around to face Ryan, the edge of the blanket slipped off of her arm exposing her to the cold room.

"Ry, have you ever heard of a handy thing called a heater?" she asked him.

Ryan shook his head 'no' and wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close to his chest. Gabriella reveled in his warmth. Somehow, they were able to put the alarm out of their minds and fell back to sleep.


About an hour later, Gabriella woke up again. She peeked at Ryan and saw that he was still asleep; at least his eyes were still closed. She sighed and snuggled in closer to him, laying her head on his chest. Ryan gave a pleased moan and kissed Gabriella on the top of her hair. "What time is it?" He mumbled into her hair. She tried to sit up so that she could read the clock but she was stuck in his arms.

"Ryan, I need to sit up so I can read the clock."

Reluctantly, Ryan let go and Gabriella instantly wished she hadn't said anything. She squinted at the clock on the dresser trying to read the time: it was 8:15 am, they had gotten five hours of sleep. She slipped back underneath the covers and said, "It's 8:15."

She shivered and Ryan wrapped his arms around her again.

"That gives us a little more time to sleep in. My sister's plane won't arrive for another two hours."

Gabriella's eyes widened, "Oh no! My mother!" She tried to pull away from Ryan again but he wouldn't let her go.

"What are you talking about Gabby?" He asked calmly, even though she was doing all but biting him to get out of the bed.

She stopped fighting and relaxed. "My mom and Sharpay are arriving at the same time. We can't afford a limo to pick her up from the airport like someone I know. I have to go get her."

"But we're supposed to do the lights. How am going to do that and clean the house at the same time?" Ryan asked disappointed.

"I'll pick up the lights on the way. If you clean while I'm gone then we should be able to get the lights done in time. Okay? Now let me go."

Ryan continued to hold onto her; she tugged at his arms. "Come on, Ryan. I have to leave now if I want to get back in time," she pleaded.

"Just a few more minutes Gabby. I like having you here."

"I really, really…" Gabriella began and almost gave up when she heard a voice finish her sentence for her: I really can't stay…

She had forgotten that the alarm clock was still on and playing. Suddenly she had an idea.

"I've got to go away…" she sang along with the music. Ryan caught on quickly, he's not the male lead of musicals for nothing.

"But baby, it's cold outside," he sang snuggling up to Gabriella.

"This evening has been, so very nice."

"I'll hold your hands, their just like ice."

"My mother will start to worry." Gabriella sang this line emphasizing each word, because of the truth in the statement.

"Beautiful what's your hurry?"

"And father will be pacing the floor."

"Listen to the fireplace roar."

"So really I better scurry." Gabriella tickled Ryan causing him to let her go.

"Beautiful please don't hurry." She managed to get half out of the bed when Ryan caught her around the waist and pulled her back in.

"Well, maybe just a half a drink more."

"Put some records on while I pour."

"The neighbors might think…" Ryan put a finger to her lips.

"Baby, it's bad out there."

"Say, what's in this drink?" she mumbled from behind his finger.

"No cabs to be had out there."

Gabriella took a deep breath subconsciously; she looked into his luscious blue eyes.

"I wish I knew how to break this spell." She could barely speak the words, he took her breath away as her stared back at her, smiling.

"Your eyes are like starlight now…" He stroked her hair as he sang, "I'll take your hat--your hair looks swell."

"I ought to say No, no, no, sir."

"Mind if I move in closer?" Ryan touched his forehead to hers, looking at her longingly.

Being this close to Ryan, Gabriella forgot the words to the song. At least I'm gonna say that I tried, the radio sang. She looked down at the pillow beneath them.

"What's the sense in hurtin' my pride?" Ryan lifted her chin to see her warm brown eyes again.

"I really can't stay…" she looked away. Gabriella didn't understand her sudden feelings for her best friend. She didn't know what to think.

"Baby, don't hold out."

Gabriella glanced back at Ryan and they sang together, "Ah, but it's cold outside."

She managed to get out of the bed this time as she sang, "I simply must go."

Ryan pouted his lips at her, "But baby it's cold outside."

"The answer is no," Gabriella said, rather than sang as she pulled on her jeans over the shorts she slept in.

"But baby it's cold outside," Ryan sang, shivering as he crawled out of the bed. Gabriella smirked.

"This welcome has been so nice and warm." She pulled a sweater on over her top.

Ryan walked over to Gabriella and hugged her around the waist, trying to get warm from her body heat.

"Look out the window at that storm."

He was close to her again and she could feel a blush creeping up. "My sister will get suspicious."

Ryan brushed his lips against hers. "Gosh your lips look delicious."

Gabriella just stared, waiting. My brother will be there at the door.

Ryan closed the minute space between their lips with a tender kiss. Gabriella responded with a passion she didn't know she had. Waves upon a tropical storm. She pressed her body against his, pushing him back toward the bed. Ryan felt the edge of the bed against his knees and lay back upon it bringing Gabriella with him, lying on his chest. My maiden aunt's mind is vicious.

"Gosh your lips are delicious," Ryan sang into her lips.

"Well, maybe just a cigarette more." Gabriella kissed him again, her cold hands on his warm face.

Never such a blizzard before.

She gasped as she came up for breath. "I've got to get home."

"But baby you'll freeze out there."

She stood up from the bed. "Say, lend me a comb." Gabriella turned to face the mirror; her hair was a mess. Ryan got up from the bed and grabbed a comb from his table, he handed it to her.

"It's up to your knees out there."

Gabriella took it and began to comb out her hair.

"You've been really grand."

"I thrill when you touch my hand."

"But don't you see?"

"How can you do this to me?" Ryan took one of her hands in his.

"There's bound to be talk tomorrow."

"Think of my life long sorrow..." He was making those puppy dog eyes that are so hard to resist.

"At least there'll be plenty implied."

"If you caught pneumonia and died." He stood up still holding her hand. She had already stopped combing her hair; Ryan grabbed her other hand.

"I really can't stay…"

"Get over that cold out."

He brought their hands up between them, they sang together, "Aww, but it's cold outside."

Ryan leant in to kiss Gabriella again, but she seemed to snap out of her trance. She stepped back, "No more games," she said. "I really have to go now." Ryan let go of her hands; she walked over to the dresser and turned off the alarm clock. The silence that suddenly filled the room rang in their ears.

"Wouldn't it be great if Sharpay could pick up your mom? Then you could stay here." Ryan suggested. Gabriella reached for her phone on the dresser next to the alarm clock when it suddenly began to vibrate. She pulled her hand back instantly, frightened at the sudden movement. Laughing it off, Gabriella grabbed her phone and read the ID: Mom. "Speak of the devil," she said picking it up.

"Hello?...Yes…Really?...That's great…Okay…See you soon…Love you…Bye."

"Well?" Ryan asked.

"Funny thing. You and Sharpay must really have twin telepathy because it turns out that your sister and my mother were on the same flight and Sharpay offered to bring her here in her limo."

Ryan would have laughed at the incredulity of the coincidence, but was overcome with excitement at the fact that he would be able to spend a little more time with Gabriella. "Perfect," he said with a grin as she sidled over to where she was standing.

"Oh, no. We still have work to do, Ry." She pointed her finger at him and he took her hand in his.

"Fine," he said, "Let's go." Ryan pulled her out of the room and into the hallway before running back into the room to grab a warm sweater. It was even colder outside of his room. Gabriella watched him pull a sweater over his head as she laughed. "Two words. Ryan. Heating. Unit."

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