OK everyone, absolutely nothing sad happens in this chapter, just a really cute moment between Immy and Fions! Sorry the update took so long, future ones will take less time.
Imogen's POV
I smiled as I saw Fiona walking into school. I smirked as an idea struck me. I grabbed a handful of snow (thank god I had on gloves) and quietly ran up behind Fiona. She didn't notice me, and before I laughed and gave myself away I shoved it down the back of her shirt. "Cold cold cold!" she yelped. She spun around and glared at me, and I couldn't help falling over in a heap of giggles. She grabbed some snow and aimed at me. I got a look of terror in my eyes. "No! Fi! OK, I'm sorry, please don't!" I whimpered, pretending to actually burst into tears. She sighed and threw the snow to the side. She knelt beside me to help me up, and when she was off gaurd, I grabbed her arm and flipped her into a small hill of snow. "Imogen!" she screamed. "Catch me if you can!" I called, looking back and running into school. Fiona had managed to get up and I saw her run after me just as I entered the building. I saw Eli and ducked behind him. "Shh!" I whispered. "She's gonna kill me!" I giggled quietly. Eli didn't move, and didn't look like be was going to, and I let out a sigh of relief. I saw Fiona storm into school and barely contained a wince. "Where is she?" she asked Eli. He glanced up from his book, looking annoyed. "Where is who?" he asked, an impatient tone to his voice. Wow he was a good actor. "You know who I mean, now where is she?" Fiona fumed. "Oh, you mean Imogen? She ran off that way, screaming at me not to tell you where she was because you were going to kill her," he said, looking back down at his book. "Yeah, right, why don't you move then?" she asked smugly. 'Shit!' Was all I could think. I knew Fiona would be too smart for this. I sighed as I stepped out from behind Eli. "Look babe, I really am sorry," I said, trying to take her snow covered hand in my own but she whined and pulled away. Her cheeks were flushed red from cold. "OK, how about I make it up to you?" I asked slyly. I could tell that caught her interest. "Be at my place at 9:00. Oh, and wear warm clothing," I said, walking away slowly but sexily to leave Fiona to fantasize until tonight.
Fiona's POV
Wow Imogen could be sexy sometimes. I giggled to myself, then mentally kicked myself as I realized what she had just done. Using her cuteness to get away with something. Oh I was gonna make her pay tonight. I smiled to myself before skipping to class. I didn't even focus on what the teacher was saying. I never did that anyways, but now it didn't even matter that I could get in trouble for it. After school, I ran home to get a shower. I looked through my closet and decided on a cute top along with skinny jeans and boots. I threw a jacket over the shirt I had on and curled my hair. I also threw some P.J's in a bag in case Imogen wanted me to spend the night, which I would most likely do anyway. I still had a few hours to kill, so I decided to take a nap, dreaming of Imogen.
3 hours later, 8:45 P.M.
I awoke with a jolt as I looked at the clock. 8:45. I had just enough time to get to Imogen's house. I re-fixed my hair and drove to Imogen's. I smiled and knocked on the door. Imogen opened the door after a second and smiled when she saw me. I kissed her on the cheek and she stepped aside to let me in. As I walked in I was hit with the familiar scent of cinnamon and vinilla. I smiled as Imogen wrapped her arms around my neck from behind me and kissed the back of my neck softly. "So babe, you were talking about making the whole snow attack up to me?" I said in a slow voice. She let out a small giggle before starting to lightly suck on my neck. I laughed until she got to my ear, and made me weak in the knees. She moved back up to my mouth and pushed me against the wall. We kissed for awhile before she suggested going up to her room. I nodded vigorously and followed her upstairs. When we got to her room she closed the door and as I turned around I was greeted in the face by a cold ball of snow. "Imogen!" I screamed. She squealed as I tackled her on the bed and tickled her. "No no Fi stop!" she cried, trying to play innocent again. "Oh no, you're not getting away like that this time!" I declared, tickling her more and more till I thought she'd had enough. I relaxed and let her breath for air. "I hate you Immy," I said, cuddling up next to her and letting her embrace me in her arms "I hate you to Fi," she giggled.