My neighbour has just barged into my garden, yes I am outside, despite it being fucking freezing here, to tell me to either sing something that isn't in the bleak midwinter or to shut the fuck up. So now I'm singing Fairytale of New York, in a treehouse, on the 22nd of December, in North Yorkshire. Luckily for me, its not raining for once and 3G exists at the end of my garden, but not in the house. So hey, humour me. Review it, read multiple times, write an essay on shipping two characters from the Merchant of Venice together for holiday homework to spite your teacher because she said you can choose the title. Whatever floats your boat.
See you guys around, preferably when I'm being slightly less self-absorbed and whiny due to cold air, brothers who take your keys, and a locked house. (Please hurry back brother dearest, cos we both know that mum will take decades to finish the shopping.)
Hannah the Hobbit, from the Shire. Also known as the Treehouse of Titchiness, That Monstrosity and Wherever-the-shit-Hannah-hides-when-we-piss-her-off. (I have heard my parents refer to my handiwork as all of the above.)

Lucie slung her bag over her shoulder, swinging it widely to the side. It struck the side of a tall burly man and he turned, fury blazing out of his eyes.

"Watch it!" He snapped, before muttering half to himself. "Bitch."

Lucie stopped midway to an apology.

"Mind where you are walking then." She returned, equal venom lacing her tone. "Dickhead."

The man swivelled back around. His face was set in harsh lines and his large muscular frame dwarfed Lucie.

"What did you say?" He demanded. Lucie felt the ice cold stings of fear piercing her heart. But she stood her ground, not letting her show that his attempts at intimidation were having effect.

"I asked what you said." He hissed, so close to her that she could see the black flecks in his cold grey eyes, almost drowned out by the wide pupils. His breath reeked of alcohol, and Lucie's dread and fear heightened. Lucie let out a breath, much more shakily than she'd intended.

"Mind where you are walking." She said simply. The guy growled and punched her in the face, snatching at her bag. Lucie panicked and clutched at it, spilling some of its contents on the floor. The man pushed her out of the way, slamming her into the wall of the building and sprinted away, closing the bag as he did to prevent anything else tumbling from within. Lucie slid down the wall, terrified tears and broken sobs slipping from her. She ran a wobbling hand along the ground, trying to find what had fallen from her bag. Her fingers clutched over her house keys and few loose coins. She drew them into her chest, trying desperately to regain her composure.

Cal slammed the door to Ethan's flat. Ethan himself barely even spared him a glance from his laptop.

"Not staying at Lucie's?" He asked absent-mindedly. Cal shook his head, raiding the fridge.

"Nope." He called over his shoulder as he bent to scour the racks. "I think she's out-door's locked."

Ethan nodded, not particularly interested. He returned to his typing, then he paused.

"Wait, still?" He checked. Cal stopped, mid-bite of pizza. Ethan glared at the slice in his hand. "Really?" He asked in disbelief.

"Whadda mean still?" Cal demanded. Ethan glanced at the clock on the laptop.

"She went out, like, four hours ago." He replied slowly. Cal frown deepened, unable to hide his worry.

"Did she say where she was going?" He asked, shrugging back on his jacket and snatching up his phone. Ethan slowly shook his head.

"No, why? Do you think something's happened?" He queried. Before Cal got a chance to answer, the slim phone in his hand buzzed. He glanced at the screen, and slid a thumb across it quickly.

"Lily, now's not really a good ti-" he fell silent for a second. Ethan got up and moved closer to him on the word 'Lily'. "Lucie? Woah, slow down! Where are you? We're coming."

He nodded a couple of times, adding in 'okay's and 'are you alright's every now and again. He hung up and hurried to the door. He turned as he opened it.

"Well?" He demanded of Ethan. "Are you coming?"

Lucie sat awkwardly on Lily's couch, holding the tissue up to her nose and swiping her knuckle across her cheeks every few seconds.

"Thanks Lily." She sighed as she handed back the pristine-condition iPhone 5S. Lily took it lightly, and placed it on the counter.

"No problem." She brushed away. "And I'm sorry." Lily looked away awkwardly, sitting down gingerly on the opposite end of the couch. "What I said, I didn't mean it, I was just... Jealous, and angry. I wasn't thinking."

Lucie sighed in relief, and apologetically.

"Me too. I'm so sorry, I didn't mean what I said about you not having friends." She apologised. Lily smiled welcomingly.

"I know. And I don't think you are a slut. I guess I was just being jealous." She offered back. Lucie laughed slightly. Lily joined in gently. Lucie looked sideways at her.

"Wait, jealous?" She said slyly. "So you DO like Ethan." Lily looked away, laughing. She looked over to Lucie, a blushing smile hidden behind her straight black hair.

"I guess it does." She replied. Lucie squealed in delight.

"I knew it!" She squeaked. "Oh my God!"

"You can't tell him!" Lily quickly insisted, sliding up the couch to her. Lucie held up her free hand in a 'who, me?' Gesture.

"Wouldn't dream of it." She said solemnly, ruining the sincerity with her gleeful grin. Lily beamed back and opened her mouth to retort before the knock on the door interrupted them. Cal and Ethan rushed through the doors. Lucie leapt up and wound her arms tightly around his neck. She clung on, despite her little fangirling session over Lily's confession, still very much shaken up. Ethan looked awkwardly at Lily.

"Are you alright?" He asked tentatively. Lily nodded.

"I was just passing, they didn't actually get me." She explained. Ethan smiled.

"Good." He said sweetly. Lily smiled back warmly.

"What are we on now? 5,3 to me?" Lucie whispered to Cal.

"How is this a point?" Cal asked incredulously. Lucie grinned, her face still buried in his neck.

"Lily just admitted she's in love with him."