On the tenth day of Vlogmas, YouTube gave to me:
Vlogging in a Winter Wonderland (Caspar Lee [dicasp])
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Caspar turns around to look at you from where he stands under an arch of trees. He looks small compared to them. Snowflakes dust his sandy hair, turning it silver. His shoes are caked with it, even the cuffs of his jeans are dark and wet. It clings to his coat and his gloves and the end of his scarf. He looks like someone faced a box fan at him, switched it on, and just started chucking fistfuls of snow into the fan's airstream. You smile a little at the thought.
"Take a picture, it'll last longer!" Caspar shouts, so you do. The click of the shutter on your camera drops out of your ears like a stone. Every noise made is muted by the overwhelming quietness of the wooded park. Where you're standing is on the edge of the park, not far from the road, but you can't even faintly hear the sounds of the city. The thick, almost untouched layer of snow in the park suffocates the life right out of everything. You kind of like it.
You walk towards Caspar, watching your feet in childlike fascination as they break the crust of fresh snow with each step, making that wonderful crunch. He meets you halfway, impatient to get to your ultimate destination.
"You are so slow," he says in good humour. "All the snow is going to melt at this rate. We'll have to go home with only our sad, unfulfilled dreams as comfort."
"Okay, I get the message," you laugh, picking up your pace.
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The pond glitters under the distant winter sun, so bright and white that it hurts your eyes to look straight at it. The two of you go right up to the edge and just stand in silence, admiring the scene. Or, you do for a few minutes.
"Caspar!" you gasp as he steps boldly out onto the ice. You snatch at his hand to drag him back to safety, but he dances just out of the way, eyes sparkling mischievously.
"Come on, the water's fine!" he teases, sliding around on the glassy surface, showing off.
"Are you nuts?! You've seen the movies right? Read Little Women? Played The Walking Dead?" You gesture at Caspar and the frozen pond. "This kind of thing never ends well, and I do not have the upper body strength required to pull you out of there if the ice breaks."
That earns a laugh from the South African. "You worry too much." He keeps teasing you, skidding around out there like he thinks he's a hotshot. You scowl at him, putting your hands on your hips.
One well-aimed snowball puts Caspar right back in his place.
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A/N:
Just another short cute one :3
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