Mr Blythe & I | LZ ✓

n i n e t y - s e v e n

The walk was surprisingly peaceful, unlike the loud traffic I was accustomed to back in London.

Lucas and I didn't really talk much for the first few minutes, perhaps because we were both still recovering from the party's unbearable music. But, don't get me wrong, the silence wasn't awkward. In fact, it was quite comforting, and nothing could wipe the smile from my face.

I glanced over at Lucas, who seemed to be deep in thought as he stared ahead. Being the devilish person I was, I decided to take advantage of the situation by collecting a handful of snow and throwing it in his direction. It didn't hit him, but it was enough to get his attention.

"That was pathetic." Lucas smirked as he turned to face me. "That was never going to hit me."

Before I had the chance to argue, I was hit in the chest by a snowball. Looking up, my eyes met with Lucas' signature grin.

"You're going to pay for that!"

"No way!"

Lucas then ran ahead, laughing as I bent down to compress a larger ball of snow using my hands. I couldn't contain my laughter either as I childishly threw it, only for it to land in an unholy area.

"Holy shit." Lucas groaned, gripping ahold of his manhood. I began to snicker, indecisive of whether or not I should laugh. Nevertheless, Lucas regained his front and declared: "This means war!"

We must've been fighting for over 10 minutes by the time we were too cold to continue, myself holding up a hand in clear defeat.

"Your aim is too good." I stated, resting on my knees to catch my breath. "And my chest hurts from laughing so much."

Lucas wandered over into my trench, cautiously helping me to my feet. Little did he know, I was preparing myself one last snowball in order to win the battle.

"What-" He mumbled as I struck his chest with the snow, causing him to coil over and rapidly shake his hoodie. "Holy shit, that went down my shirt. It's so cold!"

I laughed with triumph before I set off walking ahead, wanting to leave the battleground before any of the neighbours could complain about our inappropriate volume at such an ungodly hour.

Lucas eventually caught up, but not before playfully shoving me as a form of revenge. With it being so unexpected, I started to lose my footing and was just about to crash onto the floor. However, Lucas' hand hastily reached out to grab my own, and miraculously saved me from falling.

He never let go after that.

"Lucas?" I questioned, attempting to ignore my hand as it lay comfortably within his hold. He hummed in response, probably too tired to speak. "Thank you. For always being there, I mean."

"You don't need to thank me." He shook his head, squeezing my hand for reassurance. "We're here by the way."

Looking up, I caught a glimpse of the villa Lucas had told me about, and almost thought it was too beautiful for him to be serious. Nonetheless, I followed him up the driveway and watched as he unlocked the door.

A sudden wave of heat delightfully hit my face, making me sigh with content as I entered the house. I slowly took off my shoes and coat, and waited for Lucas to turn on the lights so that I could see where I was going.

"Do you want a drink or something?" He offered whilst standing in the kitchen doorway. "I'm in the mood for a hot chocolate."