Snowed In Quotes

“You've been avoiding me," he said, talking to the sandwich.

I laughed. He looked over at me. "Sorry. I just realized that you talk to a lot of inanimate objects.”
― Rachel Hawthorne, Snowed In: A YA Coming-of-Age Romance Set on a Snowbound Island in Lake Michigan

“He finally cleared his throat. "Well, huh."
"Yeah," I said. "What now?"
"Well"—he cleared his throat again—"I guess you and I go. I mean, unless you really don't want to."
Why put it on me to bail out?
"Do you want to?" I asked.
"Yeah. I really do. I had to talk Dad into giving me the afternoon off. And since I don't usually go to a lot of trouble to fix lunch, it seems a shame to waste the effort. Besides, there's the thing I want you to see."
He said all of this while staring at the door like he was talking to it. I almost expected it to respond.”
― Rachel Hawthorne, Snowed In: A YA Coming-of-Age Romance Set on a Snowbound Island in Lake Michigan

“You know what I figured out during the last week?” he asked.
“What?”
“Snow and winter, they go together.”
I snuggled more closely against him. “Yeah, we do.”
Sneaux and Wynter--we definitely go together.”
― Rachel Hawthorne, Snowed In: A YA Coming-of-Age Romance Set on a Snowbound Island in Lake Michigan

“We’d just settled on the couch to watch a horror movie--with a bowl of buttery popcorn between us--when Josh’s cell phone rang. He looked at it. “My dad.”
He answered. “Hey, Dad…no, I’m fine. After you called last night, I, uh, I actually came over to Ashleigh’s to make sure she was okay and the weather was so bad that I ended up staying.” He grimaced. “Yes, sir, I know. I behaved.” He rolled his eyes. “When will you be back?” He mouthed, “Tomorrow” and then said, “That’s what I figured. Snow has us packed in, so I’ll dig us out tomorrow.” He winked at me.”
― Rachel Hawthorne, Snowed In: A YA Coming-of-Age Romance Set on a Snowbound Island in Lake Michigan

“Being with Josh was so different from being with any other guy I’d ever dated. It was more than the fact that we had so much in common. I just liked being with him. I liked looking at him. I enjoyed talking with him. I wanted to know what he thought about things. And I wanted to share what I thought.
And the kissing. Oh my gosh, the kissing. My feet were in danger of cramping because my toes were curling so much, but I didn’t care. Cramp, cramp away. It was worth it to kiss Josh.
He served me breakfast--another grilled cheese sandwich--in bed. Or I should say breakfast in couch, since the parlor was the warmest room in the house, and it was where I planned to stay for the duration of the storm.”
― Rachel Hawthorne, Snowed In: A YA Coming-of-Age Romance Set on a Snowbound Island in Lake Michigan

“Hey, come here,” Josh said.
He was sitting on the love seat looking out the window.
“What is it?” I asked, walking over. “The lights are out. You can’t see anything out there.”
“I know.” He wrapped his hand around my arm and pulled me down until I was nestled between his thighs, my back to his chest. “I just wanted to hold you.”
― Rachel Hawthorne, Snowed In: A YA Coming-of-Age Romance Set on a Snowbound Island in Lake Michigan

“Suddenly everything went dark. The house was almost solid black and so, so quiet.
To my mortification, I released a tiny squeal like a terrified mouse.
“Shh. It’s okay. Power just went out. Happens all the time when we get a storm like this. Where are the flashlights?”
“I don’t know,” I whispered.
“What do you mean you don’t know?”
“I mean, I. Don’t. Know. We haven’t even unpacked everything yet.”
“That’s the first thing I’d unpack.”
Had to be a guy thing. “Yeah, well, sorry, but we didn’t.”
“Candles?”
“I have some in my room.”
I heard him release a deep sigh. “Okay.”
Suddenly the faintest hint of light spilled out, and I realized he’d opened his cell phone. “I’ll see if I can find those candles.”
“I’ll go with you.”
“Why are you whispering?”
“You’re supposed to whisper when the lights go out.”
“So the boogeyman doesn’t get you?”
I shoved on his arm. “Let’s just go get the candles.”
― Rachel Hawthorne, Snowed In: A YA Coming-of-Age Romance Set on a Snowbound Island in Lake Michigan

“You’ve been avoiding me,” he said, talking to the sandwich.
I laughed. He looked over at me. “Sorry. I just realized that you talk to a lot of inanimate objects.”
“I’m just keeping an eye on it so it doesn’t burn.”
“If you say so.”
“Soooo,” he said.
I shrugged. “Soooo?”
“You’ve been avoiding me.”
Taking a sip of hot chocolate, I peered at him over the rim of my mug. “Yeah.”
“Why?”
It just seemed simpler.”
He flipped the sandwich over. It sizzled. “Simpler or safer?”
“Both.”
― Rachel Hawthorne, Snowed In: A YA Coming-of-Age Romance Set on a Snowbound Island in Lake Michigan

“I’m fine, thanks. You can go back home now.”
“You’re kidding, right? Did you not look out there?”
“It’s snowing.”
“It’s a blizzard. I’m not going back out.”
“You’re not staying here.”
He raised an eyebrow. “This is an inn.”
“Not yet. We’re not officially open for business.”
― Rachel Hawthorne, Snowed In: A YA Coming-of-Age Romance Set on a Snowbound Island in Lake Michigan

“What are you doing here?”
“My dad called and--what the hell is that?”
He pointed to the cleaver.
I angled my chin. “I was in the middle of cutting my peanut butter and jelly sandwich.”
“With a meat cleaver?”
“It’s quick and makes a perfectly straight cut.”
He grinned. “Yeah, right. You’ve obviously watched too many movies. Who’d you think I was? Freddy Krueger?”
“What are you doing here?” I repeated, not in the mood for his sarcasm or teasing. Plus I was feeling a little silly holding my weapon of choice.
“Like I said, my dad called. The ferry shut down before they could get back. I decided to check to make sure that you were okay.”
“Why wouldn’t I be okay?”
“The storms here can get pretty intense, and if you’ve never been through one”--he dropped his gaze back to the cleaver--“I just thought you might get freaked if you were all alone.”
― Rachel Hawthorne, Snowed In: A YA Coming-of-Age Romance Set on a Snowbound Island in Lake Michigan

“What are you doing here?”
“My dad called and--what the hell is that?”
He pointed to the cleaver.
I angled my chin. “I was in the middle of cutting my peanut butter and jelly sandwich.”
“With a meat cleaver?”
“It’s quick and makes a perfectly straight cut.”
He grinned. “Yeah, right. You’ve obviously watched too many movies. Who’d you think I was? Freddy Krueger?”
“What are you doing here?” I repeated, not in the mood for his sarcasm or teasing. Plus I was feeling a little silly holding my weapon of choice.
“Like I said, my dad called. The ferry shut down before they could get back. I decided to check to make sure that you were okay.”
“Why wouldn’t I be okay?”
“The storms here can get pretty intense, and if you’ve never been through one”--he dropped his gaze back to the cleaver--“I just thought you might get freaked if you were all alone.”
It was nice of him to worry about me but totally unnecessary.
I sighed. “I’m fine, thanks. You can go back home now.”
“You’re kidding, right? Did you not look out there?”
“It’s snowing.”
“It’s a blizzard. I’m not going back out.”
“You’re not staying here.”
He raised an eyebrow. “This is an inn.”
“Not yet. We’re not officially open for business.”
“Tough. It’s easy to get disoriented out there. Last year a guy froze to death three feet from his front porch.”
“Call a taxi.”
The other eyebrow shot up. “Is this any way to thank me for showing concern?”
“You know, I think you probably came over here because you were afraid to be alone.”
“I really did want to make sure you were okay.”
“You could have called.”
“It’s not the same.”
I didn’t want to admit to him that a little part of me was glad not to be alone anymore. Because the wind was loud and now that it was right, it was scary.
“Oh, all right.” Besides, if the ferry wasn’t running, the taxi probably wasn’t either. “Come on. I’ll split my sandwich with you.”
“I make a mean grilled cheese sandwich, and I’m really in the mood for something warm.”
― Rachel Hawthorne, Snowed In: A YA Coming-of-Age Romance Set on a Snowbound Island in Lake Michigan

“What are you doing here?”
“My dad called and--what the hell is that?”
He pointed to the cleaver.
I angled my chin. “I was in the middle of cutting my peanut butter and jelly sandwich.”
“With a meat cleaver?”
“It’s quick and makes a perfectly straight cut.”
He grinned. “Yeah, right. You’ve obviously watched too many movies. Who’d you think I was? Freddy Krueger?”
― Rachel Hawthorne, Snowed In: A YA Coming-of-Age Romance Set on a Snowbound Island in Lake Michigan

“Ashleigh!” The figure banged on the door and I nearly dropped the cleaver.
Josh. My beating heart should have returned to a normal speed, but it didn’t. I wasn’t ready to face him yet. I jerked open the door. “What?”
Covered in frost and snow, he edged past me. “Geez, it’s cold out there.”
“And you just brought the cold inside.” I shut the door. “What are you doing here?”
“My dad called and--what the hell is that?”
He pointed to the cleaver.
I angled my chin. “I was in the middle of cutting my peanut butter and jelly sandwich.”
“With a meat cleaver?”
“It’s quick and makes a perfectly straight cut.”
He grinned. “Yeah, right. You’ve obviously watched too many movies. Who’d you think I was? Freddy Krueger?”
“What are you doing here?” I repeated, not in the mood for his sarcasm or teasing. Plus I was feeling a little silly holding my weapon of choice.”
― Rachel Hawthorne, Snowed In: A YA Coming-of-Age Romance Set on a Snowbound Island in Lake Michigan

“Night had fallen, and I was in the kitchen making a yummy peanut butter and jelly sandwich when I heard the doorbell. I jumped and my heart gave a little kick. This was so a horror-movie scene--bad weather, and a girl cut off from the outside world.
Only killers didn’t usually ring the doorbell.
Still, I opened a drawer and took out the meat cleaver Mom used for cutting chicken. The doorbell rang again and kept ringing.
“All right already,” I muttered as I hurried down the hallway.
I hesitated when I saw a large shadowy form behind the etched-glass window of the door. I’d turned on the porch light, and whoever was there blocked most of it.
“Ashleigh!” The figure banged on the door and I nearly dropped the cleaver.
Josh. My beating heart should have returned to a normal speed, but it didn’t. I wasn’t ready to face him yet. I jerked open the door. “What?”
Covered in frost and snow, he edged past me. “Geez, it’s cold out there.”
“And you just brought the cold inside.” I shut the door. “What are you doing here?”
“My dad called and--what the hell is that?”
He pointed to the cleaver.
I angled my chin. “I was in the middle of cutting my peanut butter and jelly sandwich.”
“With a meat cleaver?”
“It’s quick and makes a perfectly straight cut.”
He grinned. “Yeah, right. You’ve obviously watched too many movies. Who’d you think I was? Freddy Krueger?”
“What are you doing here?” I repeated, not in the mood for his sarcasm or teasing. Plus I was feeling a little silly holding my weapon of choice.”
― Rachel Hawthorne, Snowed In: A YA Coming-of-Age Romance Set on a Snowbound Island in Lake Michigan

“You knew he was going to break up with her,” I said without preamble.
She groaned. “Yeah, sorta. The guy-code stuff? He’d asked Shaun for tips on how to break up with a girl so that they stayed friends.”
“Well, he sure blew that.”
― Rachel Hawthorne, Snowed In: A YA Coming-of-Age Romance Set on a Snowbound Island in Lake Michigan

“He’s my boyfriend.”
“I’m starting to hate that term. ‘My boyfriend.”
― Rachel Hawthorne, Snowed In: A YA Coming-of-Age Romance Set on a Snowbound Island in Lake Michigan

“He’s thinking about me because I’m a novelty, that’s all.”
“I don’t think that’s the reason,” Shaun said.
I glared at him. “Trust me, Shaun, a lot is going on here that you don’t know about.”
“Tara told me he kissed you.”
I frowned at Tara. “You told him?”
“Well, yeah. I tell Shaun everything. He’s my boyfriend.”
“I’m starting to hate that term. ‘My boyfriend.”
― Rachel Hawthorne, Snowed In: A YA Coming-of-Age Romance Set on a Snowbound Island in Lake Michigan

“Hey, sleepyhead,” Mom said brightly when I walked into the kitchen.
I grunted. Tara handed me my coffee mug. I filled it quickly, added my milk and sugar, and took my first sip.
“Watching Ash drink coffee is kinda like watching a werewolf movie,” Tara said. “You can see the transformation from man into beast.”
“Except for me, it’s beast into girl, I know,” I said sourly and took another sip.
“Want some pancakes?” Mom asked.
“No, thanks.” I leaned against the counter.
“They’re really good,” Josh said. He was watching me like he was hoping to see the transformation that Tara was talking about.”
― Rachel Hawthorne, Snowed In: A YA Coming-of-Age Romance Set on a Snowbound Island in Lake Michigan

“You’re into J-horror?” he asked.
Could he look any more surprised?
“Big-time.”
Grinning, he looked me over, from the toes of my boots to the tassel on top of my knit cap. “You don’t look the type.”
“And what does the type look like, exactly?”
“Like someone who shaves.”
“I shave.”
“Not your face.”
“What a sexist snob!”
He held up his hands like he was fending off an attack. “I’m just saying…most girls I know watch horror movies with their eyes closed.”
― Rachel Hawthorne, Snowed In: A YA Coming-of-Age Romance Set on a Snowbound Island in Lake Michigan

“Just following my mom’s advice.”
“No one follows their mom’s advice.”
― Rachel Hawthorne, Snowed In: A YA Coming-of-Age Romance Set on a Snowbound Island in Lake Michigan

“How do you know?” he asked. “You might really like me--”
“I don’t do boyfriends. Period. No, exclamation mark.”
“What are you afraid of?”
I scoffed. “Nothing. Just following my mom’s advice.”
“No one follows their mom’s advice.”
“Well, I do. And I just felt like I should let you know. Because I totally overreacted.”
― Rachel Hawthorne, Snowed In: A YA Coming-of-Age Romance Set on a Snowbound Island in Lake Michigan

“Are those--”
“Bats,” he said in a low voice, but he sounded triumphant.
While I was trying to decide whether to be amazed or terrified, I settled for being put out. “Bats are not rodents.”
“I know, but don’t they look like mice with wings? Pretty cool, huh?”
“Unless they wake up, swoop down, and attack us. Don’t they carry rabies?”
“That’s an old wives’ tale,” he said. “A very miniscule percentage actually have rabies. Watch this.”
Reaching up, he unhooked a bat from its perch.
“Are you insane?” I whispered.
“Shh. It’s okay. They’re hibernating.” He hung it on the sleeve of his jacket and held it up to my face. “Is that awesome or what?”
It was kinda awesome. I’d never seen a bat up close like this.
“Go ahead and pet it,” he said.
It looked pretty harmless. I reached out--
It released an ear-splitting screech and flew toward me!
I let loose a blood-curdling scream and found myself face down on the floor of the cave, with Josh lying on top of me, covering me, while the cave filled with the horrendous echoing of a thousand angry wings.
When things finally quieted, we scrambled out of the cave, sliding down the snowy embankment until we landed on even ground.
I was breathless, my heart beating so hard that I figured it would wake up all the hibernating creatures within a five-mile radius.
Laughing, Josh dropped back in the snow, like he was planning to make a snow angel or something. But I figured that was the last thing on his mind.
“They’ve never done that before. Scared the crap out of me,” he said.
I figured I’d just scared ten years off my life expectancy. I was shaking, and it wasn’t from the cold.”
― Rachel Hawthorne, Snowed In: A YA Coming-of-Age Romance Set on a Snowbound Island in Lake Michigan

“Should we be doing this?” I asked.
“Of course not, but that’s never stopped me before.” He switched on the flashlight and walked to the entrance of the cavern. “Come on.”
He crawled inside. My survival instincts told me to stay exactly where I was, but I was curious. Besides, two fools were probably better than one. If he got into some sort of trouble in there, he’d need me to help get him out.”
― Rachel Hawthorne, Snowed In: A YA Coming-of-Age Romance Set on a Snowbound Island in Lake Michigan

“There’s a limestone cavern over there that I want to show you.”
“Is it safe?”
“No, Ash, it’s incredibly dangerous. That’s the reason I want to eat first. In case it’s our last meal.”
I decided to totally ignore the fact that he called me Ash, which only my best friends did.
“You want your last meal to be pimento cheese?”
He grinned. “Nah, I’d want it to be steak. So I guess we’d better survive.”
― Rachel Hawthorne, Snowed In: A YA Coming-of-Age Romance Set on a Snowbound Island in Lake Michigan

“There’s a limestone cavern over there that I want to show you.”
“Is it safe?”
“No, Ash, it’s incredibly dangerous. That’s the reason I want to eat first. In case it’s our last meal.”
― Rachel Hawthorne, Snowed In: A YA Coming-of-Age Romance Set on a Snowbound Island in Lake Michigan

“Hey, wait! Come back! I really don’t want to go!”
Only, he didn’t wait, he didn’t come back, and I still really didn’t want to go.”
― Rachel Hawthorne, Snowed In: A YA Coming-of-Age Romance Set on a Snowbound Island in Lake Michigan

“I’d forgotten how cold it was. Especially when we turned the corner and the wind from off the lake hit us. I was thinking that buying fur-lined boots wasn’t enough. Finding some fur-lined underwear might not be a bad idea.”
― Rachel Hawthorne, Snowed In: A YA Coming-of-Age Romance Set on a Snowbound Island in Lake Michigan

“So my boyfriend and I will see you tomorrow, right after lunch,” Nathalie said.
I almost asked if she knew her boyfriend had a name, and if she knew what it was.”
― Rachel Hawthorne, Snowed In: A YA Coming-of-Age Romance Set on a Snowbound Island in Lake Michigan

“Want to give it a try?” he asked.
He held the brush in front of my face. I made a fist to stop my hand from shaking before I took it from him.
“It’s okay to paint over the stencil,” he said.
I nodded quickly. “I think I’ve got it.”
“Are you afraid of heights?”
“No, why?”
“Because you’re shaking.”
“I’m just a little cold. Not used to the weather yet.”
Cold? What a lie! I was practically burning up.
“Then I definitely don’t want you on my snow volleyball team.”
“Snow volleyball?”
“Yeah, me and the guys are gonna play later this afternoon. You could come watch us.”
Was he asking me out? Should I tell him about Chase?
“You know,” he added, “meet people. Besides, studies have shown that staying indoors can lead to depression.”
“And emergency rooms have shown that staying outdoors can lead to frostbite, loss of limbs, and freezing to death.”
― Rachel Hawthorne, Snowed In: A YA Coming-of-Age Romance Set on a Snowbound Island in Lake Michigan

“Want to give it a try?” he asked.
He held the brush in front of my face. I made a fist to stop my hand from shaking before I took it from him.
“It’s okay to paint over the stencil,” he said.
I nodded quickly. “I think I’ve got it.”
“Are you afraid of heights?”
“No, why?”
“Because you’re shaking.”
“I’m just a little cold. Not used to the weather yet.”
Cold? What a lie! I was practically burning up.”
― Rachel Hawthorne, Snowed In: A YA Coming-of-Age Romance Set on a Snowbound Island in Lake Michigan