It's Family 4

Clem pov

I was having a peaceful dream, where I was reunited with Lee and a few others. Untill Luke ruined it!

"Rise n' shine." He said, while pulling back the curtains and letting the sun come in. "Why...?" I trailed off.

"Look, kiddo. I was supposed to wake you up at dawn. Remember when you said you wanted to head out with Pete and Nick? Yea, they left you." He said. "What?!" My head shot up, but slowly fell back down.

"Wake up."

"No."

"Wake up, or ELSE."

"Whatya gonna do?" I asked, but regretted it when I felt the blankets pull off the bed. He is evil. I have made up my mind, I am not moving.

"Why are you so stubborn?" He asked. "You would be surprised."

"Don't make me get a bucket of water..."

"You won't. Rebecca would kill you if you wasted water."

"Damn. Smart girl."

"Well then, don't make me use my secret weapon..."

"Secret weapon?" I asked, but realized what he meant when I felt his weight shift on the bed. He was right by me for God's sake. He fingers reached my sides, while I curled into a even tighter ball. All in a quick second, his arms were tickling me.

"Ahhh! S...stop! P-Please! I...I-"

"You what, Clem? You give in?" I was going to give in, but I changed my mind. I was about to say 'no' but no words came out. A painful whimper came out instead. "Clem?" He asked. He didn't realize that he accidently jabbed my leg wound. "Shit..." He said as he stopped tickling me, pulling back his hands and seeing the blood on them.

"Nick! Wake up! Dammit, did you fall asleep again? Nick!" He turned in his sleep, before his eyes shot open. "Did you wake her up yet- OH SHIT!" He cut himself off when he saw the bloody fingers of Luke and my bleeding leg. "Carlos!" He called before disappearing down the stairs.

"You...said they didn't leave...yet." I said. Nick was still here, and he said they left. "They came back?" He said, but it more sounded like a question.

"...Liar." I said. Carlos came in with Nick. He inspected the wound before cursing. "Shit. You opened the wound and messed up the stiches. It needs to be stitched up again."

"What? NO! I'm not going through that again!" I looked over at Luke, who was looking very apologetically.

"Clem-" he started.

"No. Don't even start, Luke. I'm not going through that again. I said, storming off into Sarah's room.

I opened Sarah's bedroom door, and stormed in. Her eyes caught mine and she already knew something was wrong. She set her book down and folded her hands, looking like a psychologist. "What's wrong?" She asked. "Why do you care?"

"'Cause we're friends! Duh!"

"Nothing. What book are you reading?"

"Um, it's the Gurgles. It's about trans-dimensional body snatchers! Wanna read with me?"

"U-Uh...I'm not so sure that's a great idea..."

"Oh, come on!" She said, dragging me to to her bed and sitting down right next to me. She put it in our lap, so we were sharing the book.

"Alright, we'll switch off on paragraphs!" I snorted, was she this childish?

"Once upon a time-" I interrupted her. "Can we read another book, please?" I asked, giving her the sad eyes. They ALWAYS sent people on guilt trips. Their a solid gold color.

"Ugh! Clem! Fine. Go pick out another book." I quickly ran over to the book shelf and pulled out the nearest book I could find. I brought it back to her and stared at her puzzled face.

"Clem?"

"Yeah?"

"Why did you bring a dictionary to me?"

"Cause I thought we could read it..."

"Wait...you don't know how to read, do you?" I awkwardly scratched my neck as I answered. "N-Nope."

"You need some education, Clem. And I ain't teaching you."

"Pwetty please?" I asked, giving the best sad eyes I could manage. "Fine. I can't believe I'm doing this. You can get stabbed, handle stitching, backtalk to bandits, survive two years in an apocalypse full of a virus, and shoot a gun. And you can't read? Disappointing, considering I looked up to you and thought there was nothing you couldn't do..." She said, swaying her finger out in front if me, as to say, 'Bad Clem!"

"I know, I know..." I said, as she walked over to the bookshelf and picked out a book. I was a big book with big letters and pictures. "I ain't five."

"I know. This is just a good start. It's called, Goldilocks and the three bears."

"Okay. So, how ya going to teach me?"

Back to Luke, Nick, and Carlos

"Come on! We have to go get her! She'll start bleeding again!" Luke almost screamed. "Yea, Carlos. It's going to get worse."

"I know. She needs to calm down. Just give her some time. I still don't trust her that much, anyways."

"What's not to trust about her? She's a little girl!"

"She could be working with Carver."

Back to Clem and Sarah

"Once upon a time...l-liv-"

"lived."

"Right. Lived a...little g-girl. She was...walking through woods...when she came t-to a old...c-c..."

"Cabin."

"Cabin. When she w-walked in- wait, isn't that breaking and entering?"

"I dunno."

"I wanna read another book!" I said, using my golden eyes as a weapon against her. Nobody will beat me when I use these, except the walkers. Probably.

"Fine."

I pulled out another book, one that I thought would be way more complicated, even though I could hardly handle the first.

"Y-You wanna read this book?"

"Yeah!"

Back to Luke

"Screw you guys, I'm going to go get her." I said, and walked away. I trudged up the steps and opened the door, to see them reading that book. Why the hell would they wanna read that?

Clementine's Pov

I plopped down on the covers and stared at the title. There was a number on the book and a few letters. I could only read the number, which was 50, but I couldn't read the rest of the name. I sat there, trying to read the cover untill the door clicked open. Luke looked at us with a puzzled look. Then he spoke.

"What the hell are you guys doing reading 50 Shades of Grey?"

"So that's what it's called!" I spoke, and Sarah rolled her eyes.

"It was Clem's idea! I swear!"

"Hey!"

"And did you know she can't-mhpm!"

"Serves you right!" I said, covering her mouth.

"Clem can't what?" He asked, walking over and snatching the book from us, probably keeping it for himself.

When neither of us spoke, Luke turned and looked at me. "Clem..."

"I...I can't...read..."

"You can't read? Clem...what grade were you in when this all started?"

"...first."

"First grade? No wonder..."

"Shut up."

"Not very nice for someone who's about to teach you some education."

"You'll teach me?"

"Of course, kiddo."

And for the rest of the day, Luke taught me how to read. And let me say this,

He is a horrible teacher.

And he forgot about my leg!

"OH SHIT! CLEM, WHY ARE YOU BLEEDING-oh. Crap."

Untill next time, folks!