Chapter 2: Shit hits the fan
"Hey Clem, you need some help?" Luke asked approaching the younger woman who was working on the community wall.
"Yeah, sure, thanks." Clementine smiled.
"No problem." Luke said returning the smile as butterflies filled his stomach.
"Can you put this screw in?" she asked as her gaze shifted towards James who was standing not too far away from them.
James, he… well… if the laws still applied you wouldn't want him near your kids. He'd probably be the creepy old man giving away free ice cream in the back of an ice cream truck. James also carried a certain fondness towards Luke that Luke himself found creepy… then again, Luke had every right to find it creepy. James was a creepy guy.
Luke pulled the screw gun from the front of his jeans—seeing as James decided that, you know what? Luke should carry tools in the front of his jeans when working on the wall. Luke didn't agree with the whole situation when James had first suggested it, but Luke didn't protest against it either. He knew exactly what James would do to him if he did.
"Oh, is that what that is? I thought you were just happy to see me." Clementine smirked as her gaze landed on the screw gun.
Luke's face immediately turned fifty different shades of red in response "Wh- Wh- What?!" he stuttered nervously.
"You heard me." Clementine smirked.
"Cl- Clem, do you even kn- know what that means?!" Luke choked out, he didn't even try to hide his embarrassment, seeing as he had every right to be embarrassed.
"Not really." Clementine shrugged. "I just know that people used to say it before the apocalypse, you know?"
"Um… yeah… r- right…" Luke mumbled under his breath as he put the screw in for her. "Cl- Clem did you ever… um… get 'the talk'?" Luke said awkwardly.
Clementine wrinkled her nose quite adorably at his question making him smile a little and almost completely forget the situation from before.
"Yes. Don't talk to me about 'the talk'. 'The talk', sucks." she said with a frown.
Luke chuckled nervously, "Yeah, I can agree with you on that." he sighed.
Clementine continued working, nailing down boards and whatever else she could to the community wall. There was a herd said to be coming soon. She definitely didn't want to be caught in all that shit.
Clementine turned back to Luke as an idea for a conversation crossed her mind only to see him already staring. As soon as their gazes met he quickly darted his head away, as his face burned a crimson color. Clementine just shrugged it off, considering she was only eight when the apocalypse started, no one was really there to teach her about things like this.
Clementine almost thought Luke looked cute when he blushed… I said almost.
"Hey Luke, are you feeling all right?" Clementine asked.
The softness and warmth from her voice made Luke want to look at her, so he did. He dared to look at her only to meet the warm amber eyes of the girl.
"Yeah… I'm okay, I guess. It's just been a long day, y'know?"
Clementine chuckled making the ghost of a smile appear across Luke's lips.
"The day just began—It's like nine a.m.." Clementine smirked.
"Ya couldn't've just let me assume that it was later?" Luke frowned making Clementine smile a little.
Whenever she did that, smiled or laughed at anything he said, it made him feel all warm and fuzzy inside. He slowly let his emotions take over and smiled back.
After a brief silence as the two worked side by side, Luke decided to speak up, "Ya know, you're really cool." Luke said.
Clementine cocked an eyebrow. "You're really cool." she mocked making him chuckle. "Do you know how corny that sounds?"
"Yeah, yeah… I know. But it's true. You're the coolest person I know, Clem."
"I'm like, the only person you know, Luke." Clementine chuckled.
Luke could always make her laugh, one way or another, he could take and awful dark situation and find a hint of humor in it. She liked that about him. That trait was hard to find nowadays. It reminded her that not all things were bad, just because shit hit the fan about ten years ago. Wow. It had been a long time since this whole plague had started. A really long time.
"Luke, how old were you when this started?"
"Huh?" he asked and furrowed his brow.
"This plague, or apocalypse, or whatever the hell this is. How old were you?"
Luke frowned off into the distance for a short while as he did the math. "Uh, I was twenty-four… I think…" he replies quietly, unsure why it actually mattered.
"So how old does that make you now?" she asked.
"Clem, why don't you do the math for a change? I'm too stupid to be doing things like this."
Clementine frowned. "You're not stupid. I think you're really smart, actually."
No matter how hard Luke tried, he could not keep the sheepish smile from appearing across his lips. "Thanks." he smiled. "That means a lot… from you." he said while mumbling the last part.
"What was that last part?" she asked.
"Huh? Oh uh… nothing…" Luke said tensely.
Clementine frowned. "Why won't you tell me?" she asked.
"I just… it's not important, Clem. Don't worry 'bout it." Luke sighed as he ran a hand through his hair.
"It's important to me. Everything you say is important to me." Clementine frowned before pulling her ultimate trick, puppy dog eyes.
Luke frowned, "Clem, stop." he said. "It ain't workin' on me, kid."
Clementine pouted "Fine..." she came off harsher than she had meant to, it kind of hurt Luke's feelings.
"He doesn't want you to know because he loooooves you!" a tall blonde man with pale skin, and a ponytail called from behind them.
His name was Jack, he and Clementine were friends; they had been for a while now, actually.
Luke sent a glare Jack's way indirectly telling him to piss off. And that, was when it happened. When shit hit the fan at Samson's camp as well... just like everywhere else...
A/N: Oh my god, thank you guys so much for the positive feedback! It was kind of hard to get this chapter out because I'm stuck screaming inside over here because the person who is the reason I made a frickin' account reviewed this story and um… now I'm all self-conscious and whatever about my writing. (Which sounds really stupid, but it's true). *Cough* OreoAnarchy *Cough*. Yeah, no, I'm gonna do whatever I do now. Bye! Reviews are always appreciated! :D (I'd just like to say, that for the record, I got the idea of part of this chapter, from an older chapter of her story... so disclaimer I guess? And I mean the older version of the story... dunno if anyone else remembers it but I certainly do...)