The key clicks as you turn the lock and a rush of warmth hits you. You let out a sigh of pleasure. You carefully slip out of your boots and pad into the kitchen. You turn the kettle on with a flick and unravel your soft scarf, remove your coat and you run up the stairs on all fours like a bear, and giggle to yourself. 'Maturity is for grumps!' You skip along to Toms room, and see the door left ajar. You crouch lowly, and stealthily army crawl to the doorframe.
'There's so many adventures we've had
And not one of them bad for the lives that we lead
Achieving the goals that we set as we go
And I'll never say no, I will never say no to one more.'
Tom sings softly in perfect harmony with the delicate notes on the piano; its beautiful. He flicks his long, intensely blue hair out of his eyes and you shuffle back before he sees you. Quickly, quietly, you run downstairs. The kettle has finished boiling. This time, you shout for Tom.
'I'm back!' You yell. 'Do you want a cuppa?'
Stomp. Bang. Yelp. Chuckle. He's knocked over the drums, again. That's the third time this week!
Thud, thud, thud, thud. Skid. Crash.
He runs down the stairs, skids on the smooth wooden floor causing him to crash into to the door, you roll your eyes. He slows his pace as he waks up behind you, resting his chin on your shoulder, his arms looped around your waist. He kisses your cheek gently, softly, and you feel yourself blushing furiously.
'Hey Princess I-have-a-job-now' he says quietly into your hair. 'I've missed you.' You turn around and nuzzle into his chest murmuring 'I missed you more, Prince ChooChoo'. He chuckles throatily at your nickname for him, after Thomas the Tank Engine, and, well yours is self-explanatory.
'Tea would be fantastic' he agreed. You made a cup of tea each, and then tried (and almost failed) to make Ramen from scratch, it was fantastic.