Her fingers continued to wrap themselves in the ends of his hair as he justified his use of the word maybe. Leave it to Gideon to use a definition to try and get out of being honest with her. Truthfully, he was not lying to her, but he was withholding the truth. She could not blame him, though; he knew that if he admitted it was somewhat ticklish she would exploit the weakness. It was the perfect payback for all of the ticking he had served up to her over the years and she did not exactly forget the over-the-shoulder day either.

The sixteen year old continued to look as innocent as possible when she spoke to him, "Are you sure that's the word you wanna use?" She tried not to snicker when he asked if he would use this knowledge against him. To make the situation more awkward, she brushed her fingers against the back of his neck again. Watching him squirm was sort of fun.

Offendly she gasped, "Who me? I would never use that against you. What kind of person do you think I am?" She had missed this- the pair of them challenging each other and joking around. Not only was it fun to pick on her boyfriend a little, but it was moments like this she felt like she got the real Gideon. He was carefree and willing to joke around. And she was happy she was one of the few people who got that side of him.

The ashy blonde haired man walked on the grounds of his house. He wanted to wake up his daughter who he discovered was not down on the pitch, but part or him wanted to let her sleep. After all, she was his baby and if she was sleeping the poor thing had to be exhausted. That was when he decided to head back to the house. If Selina was sleeping he would make her some breakfast and then wake her up. She would be so happy to see him.

With that plan in mind, he started toward the back door of his house to enter the kitchen. Besides, breakfast sounded good.