Normal
( This fanfic isn't going to have any tickling in it, but it will be fluffy. Sorry if you are only here for the tickling part )
Although normal is an impossible word. Impossible to achieve. What is normal? You can't really tell when someone is normal because there is nothing to base it off of.
But I don't see myself as normal. Neither does Sherlock...
Most teenagers run around outside and play sports. They mindlessly tap on game controllers and kill people in games or jump to collect coins. Most teenagers were inside locked away with their little games, since it was so cold outside. But I could still catch a few dabbling in the snow, kicking the soft blanket of snow around, ruffling it up.
That's what normal teenagers do, ruffle things up. Ruffle their parents emotions up, Ruffle the teachers patience, or ruffle up themselves. Reckless. Careless. Free....
I thought over all these things while staring out the frigid window of my bedroom. An icy film had formed over the glass, preventing me to see perfectly out into the cold outside. From the freezing weather, no one was outside today. Rarely a car would bounce down the road. I had no idea really why I was staring out the window, because surely normal teenagers don't gaze out into the snow when they have a video game to play.
Unless it's Gregory. Gregory is the most normal teenager I've seen who also stares out the window. He's also the only normal teenager who seems to take a liking to me. He plays video games, runs outside playing sports, and avoids Homework until I force him to do it. I loved having him around since he was so normal.... Well really I loved him in general.
Gregory came trudging through the snow from across the street, coming into my perfect line of sight from the window. Little flakes of snow were places on the prickly top of his hair. His breath came out in thick huffs of visible air, as if he was smoking. I could see him rubbing his hands together, trying to warm up his hands from the cold air. It must be unbearable out there for him.
I tore myself away from the window and traveled downstairs to greet him. On my way to the door I cranked the heat up a little. Before he could even knock I pulled open the large oak door.
A smile spread across his face as he locked eyes with me.
"I wasn't even sure you'd be home!" Greg chuckled. He invited himself into the house, but I couldn't really blame him since it was so cold outside.
"Where else would I be?" I asked, stepping farther into the house, recoiling from the breezy air that was flowing into the house. I felt the need to crank the air up a few more clicks.
"I dunno I thought maybe you would be out in the snow with Sherlock. I figured he'd want to play." Greg answered back, rubbing his hand at his slightly red nose.
Sherlock had no interest in the snow. He had been bugging me to take him to his friends house, John, to be exact. Luckily Mrs. Watson came to pick him up, so that I didn't have to exit my warm house.
Though my warm house was getting colder every second Greg stood there with the door wide open. I ignored his statement about Sherlock and reached out to shut the door.
"Wait," Greg said, brushing my hand off the door with his extremely frigid one, "I thought maybe you and I could go play in the snow..."
I almost laughed at the offer. I could tell that Greg was completely serious but I could hardly fathom the idea of really rolling around in the white frozen water outside. We were grown teenagers almost adults! Why would we do such a childish thing. It seemed more like torture than something fun to do!
"Out there? Gregory it's freezing cold! Honestly why would I want to go out there?" I questioned, putting my hand back on the door to close it. I could feel the tip of my ears start to get numb from the cold air Gregory was letting waft in.
"Oh come on it'll be loads of fun! Please?" Greg pleaded. He widened his eyes like a puppy would, which made me feel guilty. I licked my lips and tried to swallow the feeling swirling in my stomach but couldn't. I guess normal teenagers also enjoyed frolicking out in the snow. I would have to mark that on my list for the next time I was staring out the window.
"Fine. But I'm going to go put some warmer clothes on." I fussed, walking upstairs into my room again. I waited in the threshold to my room, waiting to see if Greg was going to follow behind. I didn't hear any footsteps coming up the stairs, but I could hear the door creaking shut. Finally, the warm air of my house wasn't being pushed around by the cold air.
I shut the door to my bedroom and began to get dressed.
Quickly I put on two pairs of sweatpants and an old sweater that I did not care for. The thick knitting on the sweater was too hot for even the winter inside our house, besides it was itchy too. I grabbed my big poofy jacket out of the closet and slipped it over the sweater, zipping it up tightly. I put on a few pairs of socks before slipping my feet into my snow boots.
I trudged downstairs to where Greg was still gazing out the window, full of excitement. I don't know why he wanted to go out into that freezing cold world outside my warm house, but none the less he did. He really wanted to.
"You look adorable." Greg commented, turning around to look at me, "I love the jacket." He added, poking at the poofy jacket.
"Hush. I don't enjoy wearing such a large jacket. Let's just get this frozen wasteland adventure over with." I mumbled, opening up the front door again.
The blast of cold air hit me harder than it did when I had opened the door for Greg. And maybe it was because now I knew I would be stepping outside, surrounded by the cold air. At least in the threshold of my front doorway I could still feel the warm air on the back of my neck.
I could hear Greg getting antsy to go out into the snow, so I began to persuade my feet to step out. I shouldn't have to, usually I have perfect control over my body, but not one part of me wanted to go outside. But Gregory did.
I took a deep breath and stepped outside onto my front patio.