Evening all, lovely weather today isn't it? Nice and chilly. Although I've successfully avoided (touch wood) catching a cold, I think I did come worryingly close to getting frostbite in my fingers. At least it certainly felt that way .
I know the feel Rosalia, I know the feel. Bill was the real villain in that story. And Starstar you want to be a bit more careful, don't want to go spoiling stories for yourself now do you? ;)
Joking, I'm joking. I have stuff written in advanced (yaaaaaaay organisation! If only I could be this committed to my chemistry homework :L) and it's not quite like that. Or is it? Muhahahahahahaha *coughs* hahahahaha! You'll have to read on to find out :)
As awesome as snowball fights are, it turns out we got enough snow for sledging! Which is even better in my book ^_^ I went snowfing too (you guys might call this something else, I mean I'm assuming I didn't actually invent this), which involves standing on a sledge and trying to ride it down a hill. In the words of Miranda's mum, "Such fun!" :D and thanks to everyone else who reads, reviews, favourites and follows, it does genuinely mean a lot :3 ~nellen xx

"Best. Birthday. Ever," Clive grinned, cutting his fourth slice of cake and pulling himself onto the bench. Flora looked up from the dishes she was drying, immediately beginning to giggle as she caught sight of him.
"How many times do I have to say it? Please don't sit where I cook my food," she sighed in mock-exasperation, whipping at his legs with a tea-towel. He laughed and kicked out weakly, "stop it, that's mean!"
"I'll show you mean," a wicked grin lit up the girl's face, and the boy knew exactly what was coming next.
"No, please, I'll get down, please don't- ah!" He wailed, half laughing and half pretend crying as her fingers tickled the back of his knee.

Clive, Flora had learned not long after he'd moved in properly, was ticklish. Very very ticklish. This was something she found amusing to no end, and she would often spring on him for no particular reason for her own enjoyment. There was also a running joke of trying to discreetly tickle each other in public. A trip to the shops or walking her to Uni would often end in him being almost crippled in laughter on a random patch of pavement, Flora giggling innocently from slightly further ahead. The looks they received as part of this pastime almost became more fun than the tickling itself, particularly the scathing scowls of the older ladies which Clive often found much delight in imitating.

"No! Gerroff!" Clive squirmed free of her grasp, flailing feebly at the air. He froze, mid attack, as he finally realised he'd escaped. He threw a quick glance at Flora, who looked ready to pounce again, then rolled away, staggering to his feet and running into the sitting room. Flora burst out laughing as she watched him leap the sofa, cowering behind a cushion.
"Oh wow, I wonder where Clive is. Maybe I should look in another room," she tried not to laugh as she spoke, using the same robotic voice an older kid would use when forced to play with a younger.
"Here I am!" The boy grinned, jumping up from his hiding place. He fell straight back as a cushion slammed into his cheek, groaning in a ball on the floor.
"Two-nil to the tickle ninja," Flora cried victoriously, screaming as he yanked her leg and pulled her to the floor beside him.

They sat there until laughter faded to the occasional giggle, each trying to catch their breath before the other had time to strike again.
The phone rang, but neither wanted to get it. Eventually, it was Clive who edged his way carefully across the floor to get it, never taking his eyes off the girl as he passed her the call.
She sighed as she answered it, tired of his unwillingness to do it himself. It was about time he started, it wasn't like he was going anywhere anytime soon. "Hello? Oh, hello Professor! Yes, it has been an awfully long time, I assumed you were away solving another mystery again. Of course, oh I'd love to see you two again, I've missed Luke so much! Um, well actually I'm a little busy tonight," she paused, waving frantically at Clive for some excuse.
"Uni work," he mouthed across to her, blushing when she nodded and blew him a kiss. He knew it was just a way of saying thanks when she couldn't actually say it, but it still set his pulse off racing.
"Oh yeah, I'm just weighed down in homework at the minute," Flora continued on the phone, unaware of the effect she had had on her friend, "but this weekend sounds fine. Yeah I should be finished by then," she pulled a face at Clive, who was choking back a laugh at her obvious lie. She never completed anything until the night before it was due, but the Professor would never allow that, not in a million years.
"Ok, Saturday it is then. Ten o'clock? Really? Eleven? Ok, eleven. Thanks. Oh and bring Luke too! What? Aha I'm sure he can't be that bad! He is? Well I'm sure I'll have fun putting him back in his place. No I'll be good, I always am aren't I? Okay, I really should be getting on with this work now, alright, it was lovely chatting to you, see you Saturday! Goodbye!"
She ended the call, tossing the phone back to her friend and frowning as she realised something had finally wiped the smile from his face."What's up Dove?"
Clive shook his head, clicking the phone back into its holder and crawling over to where she sat, "nothing, just, well-"
"Spit it out!" Flora yelled in exasperation, jumping onto his knee and pinning him to the floor so he couldn't escape an answer.
He gulped, "she's almost hot when she's angry..." then shook his head again, to clear his own mind more than anything else. "Does he, the Professor, does he know about me?"
"...Oh..." The girl mumbled, sliding off his legs and sitting on the floor again, "shit..."
"Indeed," the lad nodded gravely, "indeed."
"I suppose I'll just explain when he gets here," she shrugged, after another moment of awkward pause, "improvisation is my forte, after all." She grinned as he chuckled disbelievingly. "It is! I'm awesome, remember?" she pouted, making him laugh again.
"Sure you are, Reinhold, sure you are."