Yaay a longer chapter, I guess I'm getting better at this ^_^ *happy dances*
Thankyou Claire :3 and I'm the same Rosalia! That review also reminded me of that Family Guy scene when Peter gets all excited about people saying the name of the film within the film and just started laughing in an otherwise quiet room xD that was a cute summary too, and I speak literally no Italian (apart from minor things I learned from Mario..) but a penpal sounds fun :D
~nellen xx
(oh, swearing again. Sorry haha)

"I thought Flora said you were cooking," Luke laughed, following Clive through to the kitchen with an armful of pizza boxes.
"Pfffffft, cooking," his friend replied with a careless wave of the hand, "I can't cook. If it weren't for Matt and pot noodles, I would starve and die."
"You literally could not cope without her, could you?"
"Matt's a him."
"No, I mean Flora."
"Oh," Clive mumbled, slightly taken aback by the statement. "I guess not. She's my world," he shrugged, "my world, and my chef."
"It's cute," Luke laughed, "you're a lot better than Mark."
"Everyone and anyone's better than Mark," the other muttered, his voice taking a slightly darker tone as he remembered the man he hated so much.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to-"
"It's cool," he brushed it off, forcing a smile which soon morphed into a genuine grin as Flora entered the room.

"I thought you said you were cooking," she laughed, slipping her arm straight through his.
They never let go, when they could help it, and even if they couldn't they'd still try.

Luke had this theory that if you separated them for more than twenty-four hours they'd go into some form of shock or withdrawal, but no one had ever tested it yet.

"Flora, darling, did you really think that Clive, the human sloth, would actually make his own pizza?" He chuckled, kissing her head and handing her a box, "besides, Luke likes it. And Luke is what matters today."
"I am?" He frowned quizzically, taking a bite of his dinner.

His wretched self-confidence issues always seemed to fade when he was with Flora and Clive, and he was less bothered about eating when around them. He hardly ate at all at school, a bite of a sandwich and a bottle of water and that was usually it, but was weirdly fine eating with his older friends, who, if he was honest, he considered more to be kind of sister and sort of brother-in-law.

"You are," Flora nodded, grabbing his hand and dragging both boys to the table, "so what happened this time? Was it about...?"
"Yeah, it was," the youngest mumbled, beginning to play with his food instead of eating it as he sat down.
"You know you're better than them both don't you?"
"Am I? Really?"
"Yup," the couple nodded in unison, "you're a lot better."

"Hey, since it's a Friday, why don't you stay at ours again? I'll call the Professor, we've got all the Paranormal Activity films up to now, and the Saw ones, if you wanna watch 'em," Flora added, slipping out of her seat and letting go of Clive to grab the phone, near certain of the answer.

"I've got Mama too," Clive whispered, tapping the side of his nose, "but we'll save that for when she goes to bed."
"You know how much she disapproves of pirated films Dove," Luke grinned, muttering under his breath, "does it look good?"
"Awesome, haven't you seen the trailer?"

"The trailer for what?" Flora chirped, having caught only the last sentence of Clive's, "what film are you on about?"
"Um, uh, well..."
"Clive was planning a surprise for you," Luke beamed brightly, leaning back in his chair, "but I guess the game's up. He's booked a table at that new restaurant down Batsley Street, and then he was going to take you to see the Host."
"Aww, you're so lovely," she grinned, kissing Clive's head and pinching his cheeks, "sorry I ruined the surprise."
"Nah it's cool, I was going to ask you anyways in case you made other plans," he smiled, kicking Luke in the shin and hissing, "that film's shit you arse, why couldn't you say something better?" whilst his girlfriend's back was turned, making the younger boy laugh.
"Chill, she's happy," Luke chuckled, "besides, you might like it."
"Doubt it," he growled through gritted teeth, as Flora turned back around.

"Hersh says it's fine, but to ring if you want anything dropped off," she giggled, sliding back into her seat beside her boyfriend.

She liked that word, 'boyfriend', it really confirmed that she and Clive were together, something the girl herself was still struggling to believe.

He treated her like a princess, always buying her little gifts or doing things for her that she needed done. He helped out with coursework when he could, looked after her when she needed to be looked after, and, as he'd promised her that drunken night after meeting new Luke for the first time, he refused to let a day go by without telling her how lovely she was.
In turn, she tried to be as helpful as she could too, and made sure he never left the house without a goodbye kiss and a cuddle. It wasn't much, but it was more than enough to keep them both very happy.

Very happy indeed.