Chapter 1: Secrets

Clementine walked into the bedroom before closing the door gently behind her. She sighed and took off her hat before laying it on the end table next to her double bed. She ran a hand through her hair and climbed into the bed after kicking off her shoes. This week had been troublesome, that's for damn sure. She was just glad it was over.

In the room next to hers was Luke. Luke took off his shoes as well before running a hand through his hair. He had hated having to do all the work and everything he had to today. It sucked. He was allowed no breaks, even when he needed one desperately. Samson rules, he supposed. He hated that guy- James, James Samson.

James Samson was a bitter man with black hair that was going gray, pale skin, a slouched back, and an intimidating look. Just looking at him could make you scared. He ran a camp. One that was quite like Carver's but not totally. This man, James, he didn't beat people nearly as often as Carver did. And when James did, the person he would beat truly deserved it. Or so he made people think, at least.

Luke sighed before rubbing his tired eyes. He smiled a little as Clementine crossed his mind. God did he love her, he had met her when she was only eleven. She had much since matured since then of course, after all she was now eighteen. A legal adult. Throughout this whole experience he had treated her like a sister and she had treated him as if he was an older brother she had never had. Luke only failed to treat her like a sister these past few weeks because as much as he didn't like to admit it, she had in one way or another wrapped him around her finger.

Luke scoffed a little, "Heaven's little devil's got me all wrapped up." he smiled.

Maybe he should check on her. Luke hadn't been able to see Clementine all day apart from dinner which only lasted a mere 30 minutes or so. Plus Clementine had said she hadn't been feeling well. It wouldn't hurt to check on her, right?

Luke smiled again, "Right." He spoke to no one in particular.

He opened the door as softly as he could before sneaking into the hallway and lightly knocking on her door. He shifted from foot-to-foot impatiently. Then again he was always impatient to see her, she had, after all, stolen his heart.

"Luke?" Clementine's voice called from inside.

"Yeah?"

"Come in." Luke grinned a little before opening the door to see Clementine propped up in bed.

His expression quickly faded as he cleared his throat before speaking, "How uh… how ya feelin'?" he asked and tilted his head to the side.

"Good… just tired… why?" she asked.

Luke frowned, "Well… ya know… you said you weren't feelin' too good so I figured I might as well check up on ya." Luke shrugged.

Clementine smiled at him making his heart beat go wild. He blushed a little feeling like for some reason she might be able to tell how fast his heart was going.

"Thanks, Luke. That's really thoughtful." Clementine smiled.

Luke loved the softer side of Clementine, the side that wasn't always concerned about walkers, and James, and work, and all the other troubles of their new life.

"N- No problem." He stuttered.

Clementine frowned noticing the faint blush on his face. "Are you feeling okay, Luke? You look a little red." Clementine said as she climbed out of bed. She walked over to him and put the back of her hand to his forehead. She could feel him tense at her touch but it didn't matter. Not if he was sick. "You don't feel warm." Clementine frowned still trying to decode the blush on his face.

"I'm fine Clem, okay? Don't worry 'bout me." Luke smiled.

"Okay…" Clementine said a little wary. "But if you need anything… ANYTHING at all, you know where to come, right?"

Luke nodded happily. He always seemed to be happy around her, it was a thing Clementine had noticed the past few weeks but it didn't bother her. Not in the slightest.

"Yes ma'am." Luke nods before a small silence sets in. "So…" Luke said awkwardly as his gaze shifted towards the unknown. "You're good?" he said finally looking up at her.

"I'm good." She nodded. "Yeah."

"Okay, well… g'night, Clem."

"Good night, Luke." Clementine called as she watched him turn on his heel and walk out the door.

Something had been different with him lately, Clementine could feel it. Every time they were in the same room together Luke would get all happy-cheery on her. He had been blushing more too. Clementine smirked at a thought that crossed her mind.

"No way…" she mumbled under her breath as she continued smirking at her bedroom door. "There's no way in hell, that Luke likes me."

A/N: Hey! So how did you like that for the first chapter? I'm not sure whether or not I should continue this so reviews are much appreciated. Uh, so for now... to be continued?