Wassup guys? Skiing is amazing. Staying in a chalet with your friend and their, dare I say it?, even better siblings, where you can sit in the window reading and, hey look at that, I know that cute guy in the net chalet. How you doing Dylan? I mean, that holiday was basically perfect with a cold... and hell of a lot of bruises! I hope you guys forgive me for not updating sooner, but alas, Chalet Luciole had no wifi. (I actually had to talk. aloud.). Never mind! I will attempt to make it up to you!
Please Review, even if it is just to tell me to get off my arse and write/revise/do art coursework. (I thought holidays were supposed to be 'work free' not 'an extended period of time where you spend it stressing about exams, study guides and sketchbooks'. I must have missed the memo.)
So yeah! Review and Read and Enjoy! hopefully!
Love you guys!
Hannah the Hobbit of Bruisington.

Lucie kicked Ethan's house door shut behind her, and stormed over to his kitchen.

"Your brother is an irritating arsehole." She informed him. Ethan frowned from the opposite side of the kitchen.

"I don't understand, if my brother is annoying you then why are you hiding in the apartment where he lives?" Ethan asked in confusion. Lucie grabbed a spoon from his cutlery drawer, slammed the fridge door shut with her foot and snatched up the ice cream tub.

"Because you have ice-cream and Netflix." She snapped. She shoved the spoon in her mouth and slumped on the couch. She kicked her feet up on the soft couch. Ethan frowned, nudging her feet. She lifted her legs up, raising them to a right angle. Ethan sat down gently next to her, and she let her legs drop.

"You have Netflix." He remembered slowly. "Your TV is better than mine as well." Lucie swallowed the spoonful of ice-cream.

"Yeah, well. You don't forget to pay your electrical bills." She muttered quietly. Ethan looked at her in disbelief and sighed.

"Lucie... If you're having trouble just say," He began. Lucie flicked the spoon at him, the most minuscule amounts of ice-cream hitting his nose.

"I said forgot, not couldn't." She corrected. She scooped a bigger lump of ice-cream on to the spoon. "So unless you can set it up automatically on my account." She mumbled around the lump of ice-cream.

"Give me your laptop." Ethan sighed resignedly.

Ethan tapped away on the small black laptop, resting on Lucie's legs, on turn resting on Ethan's lap. Lucie's monster slippers stuck off the end of the couch as she slumped down as far as she could, savouring the contents of the cardboard tub. Ethan glanced at her card in his hand.

"I seriously can't believe how trusting you are." He muttered. Lucie laughed, the metal spoon clinking on her lower teeth.

"Oh Christ no. You're just too nice to buy anything with it." She teased.

"How do you know I'm not?" He replied, a hint of mockery edging his tone. Lucie raised an eyebrow.

"Well for one, I can actually see the screen." She replied, utterly dead-pan. She smirked at him. "And I don't think Lily would approve."

Ethan glared at her, but it wasn't a genuine glare. Lucie wiggled her feet on his knees, the laptop dancing up and down with her movement.

"Oh, come on!" She cried, "You two are so adorable- why haven't you asked her out yet?"

Ethan shut the lid of the laptop and slid it on to the table, leaning half off the couch to reach the table.

"Perhaps because I don't think Lily would like someone 'pathetic' who, and this is a direct quote 'wastes his time pining over someone who obviously doesn't like him back'." He retorted, sarcastically. He got up abruptly, and grabbed two beers from the bottom shelve of his fridge. Lucie's mouth formed a perfect 'O' as she winced. She slid her feet back off the couch, sitting upright (though still slouching over the arm slightly.).

"I'm guessing you heard Louise then."

"And Max and Noel, oh and Robyn."

Lily pushed away the paperwork she was finishing. She sighed, the work always seemed to pile up no matter how much she tried to keep on top of it. She got up to make herself a cup of coffee, when a couple caught her eye. They were in the building opposite, clearly in a living room. They were laughing on a couch, flirting with each other. Nothing strange in that, but the way the light caught the face of the young woman furthest away from Lily, she saw clearly that it was Lucie. But that sweep of blonde hair didn't belong to Cal, it was Ethan. A deep pang stirred up into her, a strange desire to do... Something! If it wasn't bad enough Lucie was bad enough to mess around with Cal, she had to go flirt with Ethan too? Was one brother not enough? Lily dragged her eyes away, she definitely did not want to see this. Ethan was hers- wait, what?

Did she really just think that?