Yogsmas - Yogscast (COMPLETED)

Day Twenty-One - "i needed this"

On the twenty-first day of Christmas, the Yogscast gave to me,

One Rather Thoughtful Ross Hornby - Ross Hornby(djh3max)

Maybe it was what Kim and Simon had been saying yesterday, or maybe it was because later that very day you couldn't seem to get his face out of your head, or maybe it was because that morning he text you asking if you'd done all your Christmas shopping and suddenly earlier conversations of setting up a double date swarmed around you - either way, suddenly he was the other side of your front door, ringing it and Kyle was walking down the hall to open it while you were biting hard on the nail of your thumb with nerves acting like bloody killer bees and stabbing against your stomach, because butterflies didn't even cut it.

"Oh, hey Ross, didn't know you were coming," Kyle said, his voice a tone of pleasant surprise, before changing into a much more boyish, "so what you doing?"

"Didn't Py tell you? I'm helping her pile in last minute Christmas buying," Ross said, his voice echoing down towards you in the kitchen as you plastered a fake smile on your face, ready to emerge in the hallway, before suddenly freezing up as Kyle took his turn to speak.

"You are, are you?" amusement range through his voice, "only, Py went out with Kim and Simon yesterday and brought most of the gifts then."

"Well," Ross chuckled, almost in a nervous way, but perhaps you were imagining it, "you can never get someone too many gifts right?" You decided now was a good time to salvage the situation and stepped out waving at Ross and sending a slight - almost unnoticeable - glare towards your flatmate.

"I can take it from here, Skippy," you nodded with your head for Kyle to leave the room while hearing Ross repeat the nickname you'd given him in a whisper under his breath. Kyle rolled his eyes as he turned to leave.

"You kids have fun," he called over his shoulder, "but not too much." You cringed slightly, biting down on your bottom lip as you turned to face Ross in a shrug. He seemed to be staring rather interestedly at the floor by your feet before finally looking back up at your face, his stare seemed to hold you there in place for a bit - it was odd really, because barely a month ago you would have had a rather normal conversation with him and not feel anything, but now...

"Ready to go?" you asked him, breathlessly changing the subject in your mind. He nodded, bowing slightly and allowing you to walk past him onto the 'balcony' stretching across the front doors of your row of flats - third floor up.

"Of course m'lady," he teased, you managed a smile at this but you felt a sudden jolt of the bees inside you horribly stinging you inside. You glanced around from down over the railings that blocked falling, a huge blanket of white had been thrown yet again over the world, the cold air nipping harshly at your bare hands and causing a shiver to run through you, "cold?" he asked, you twisted round to look at him and from the corner of your eyes you saw his hand raising as though trying to decide whether or not he should warm you up.

"I'll be fine," you waved him off and began to march down the stairs to the bottom of the block of flats, emerging in the small garden like area, the trees stretching up with lack of leaves and littering snow dancing across the branches and the paths crunching with the soft white beneath both your feet, and the small pond that was usually peacefully rippling with people throwing in rocks was frosted over, the surface of ice thin but sturdy enough looking. You had no idea what came over you but you dashed forwards and stood in the middle of it, spinning slightly and pretending you were a dancer on ice, catching Ross' widened but bemused expression as you stopped.

"Seriously?" he said, folding his arms, "that ice could break under you at any moment," buzzkill you thought to yourself, rolling your eyes as Ross Hornby transformed into a mother hen before your eyes.