Hippy Happy Hoppy Birthday to Kyriana42! I hope you have a great day!
Wow. A birthday fic that isn't belated... well that's new.
Abby peered out of the corner of the cream linen curtains, watching the light flakes of snow cascade to the ground. The sky was grey and mucky, a classic English winter, the ground a serene white with the occasional tuft of grass or a sprinkling of gravel from the driveway. Her breath on the glass made the condensation form droplets that would race to where her fingers were on the windowsill.
"Connor, come over here." She coaxed, turning around to look at Connor, where he sat huddled up under several old blankets, woollen jumpers and three pairs of socks. He didn't like the cold, never had ever since he was little and was locked outside his house in the snow. Locked outside for five hours and nobody had offered him a phone call to his parents, or a ride to a warm place.
"No thanks, Abby. I'll be okay righ' here. Warm 'n' stuff." His eyes didn't move from where Star Wars was playing on the television. A gloved hand reached out from underneath the layers to reach for his coffee, he took a quick sip, placed the white mug back on the table, and quickly tucked his arm back under the blankets; all in one swift motion. Abby sighed and continued to watch the London street go from grey metropolis to snowy wonderland; not a rare occasion lately, and she wasn't sure if that was a good or a bad thing.
"Connor? C'mon, come build one snowman with me. I'll leave the door unlocked. Promise. One snowman?" The young woman walked over to where Connor was smothered by insulates, and tugged off one sock, revealing one of her gym socks that he somehow managed to pull over his foot. He seemed unfazed. She stole another, and another until is foot lay bare in the winter light; it twitched in response. A slight mumble of a curse came from behind a duvet. Which was promptly torn off.
"Abby!" Abby wasn't fazed by Connor's exclamation, and watched laughing as he tried to bend over the rest of the covers to scrabble for the duvet, that lay in a heap by Abby's feet. If he wanted to get it, he'd have to get up and risk losing half of his layers of blankets. As it dawned on him, he retreated further into the sofa.
Abby took the socks off Connor's other foot, and stole another three blankets from him before an idea struck her.
"Alright then. I'll just go make a snowman myself. See you." She was replied to with a grunt. Running downstairs, she skipped outside happily, tiptoeing carefully past a willow tree and sidled up to the side of the building. She smirked and screamed as loud as she could. "Connor! Connor! CONNOR!" She waited until she heard the quick thud of Connor's footfalls down the staircase before falling into a pile of snow, letting the liquid slushiness absorb into the clothes. Connor sprinted out the front door of the brick townhouse, still wearing his reindeer-kitted jumpers. His panic-stricken face fell when he saw her lying in the snow, and he stripped his topmost jacket off, picking her up and wrapping her in the corduroy material. Her delicate eyelids flit open.
"I got you outside! I win." Abby smashed a snowball into his face and giggled as the frozen snow stuck to his stubble. He kissed her and let the flakes fall onto her chin and melt.
It was indeed the best kind of snow.