Did you know that this time last year, I was in Tian'anmen Square, Beijing, on a School trip? It was like, 30 degrees celcius, and one of the most incredible experiences, I'm telling you.

One year on, and I'm sitting in this bloody freezing house, watching as the weather blows a gale outside. I'm wearing gloves, ffs. GLOVES! I love Scotland, I really do. But sometimes, I catch myself wishing I was still in China... Meh.

Actually, I may do a special commemorative Beijing drabble... hmm...

Date: 4th October

Character: Hmm… I'll let you find that one out…

Word: Itch

Dedication: All credit goes to Caitlin, because she is clearly a billion times more awesome than I, a much better writer, and deserves all credit for the first line, and all subsequent itches. Much love.

Itch.

Utterly infuriating; completely frustrating; obscenely annoying.

Itch.

Just in the worst place, too. Where he couldn't reach, in the middle of his back.

He tried to occupy himself with thoughts of the one thing that kept him sane.

Bella.

Itch.

Bella.

Itch.

BELLA!

Itch.

Mike Newton caught sigh of the object of his thoughts, and sighed. He wished there was something he could do for her, something that would make it better. She still looked awful.

Itch.

"ARGH!"

(A/N: It was Edward for ages, you know. But then I realised that actually, itching wasn't really very vampire-like. So I changed it to Mike.)