Can't think of a decent greeting so I'm just leaping straight into replies;
Thanks Claire :3 the wait is up! For the next couple days anyhoo :D
Emily, wow, I don't really know what to say :D Thank you so so much, it really means a lot :)
SQUEEEEEEEEEEE THANKS MRSCLIVEDOVE :D that's like my favourite noise ever, I'm not even joking. You ever heard a baby sloth? ADORABLE :3
I hope not Rosalia, I don't think I could bring myself to write a tragedy like Claire's ;_;
I felt a little apprehensive about pairing the Prof with Emmy cause of it, but I guess he's had time to move on, right? Thank's for the review :)
Lolidge! I missed you haha, and that's alright, phones are silly xD
I'm feeling cocky, I might go for another double upload tonight. You're all so darn nice :'3
Much love ~nellen :) xx
(swears again, you know the drill)
"Sleep well?" Luke smiled, sipping his tea and lowering his feet from the coffee table they rested on.
He'd given up on even trying to get some rest after waking up again only an hour after the first time, drifting quietly downstairs to watch whatever easy early morning crap he could find.
He'd settled on some old Jeremy Kyle reruns they were showing on one of the main channels, but didn't really have the energy to laugh at them like he used to.
"Are you kidding me? I was lucky I got any!" Clive chuckled, falling into an armchair opposite his friend. "Yourself?"
"Nope," he grinned, "this is the only thing keeping me awake," he lifted the cup slightly, "you might need some more bread and sugar, by the way. I took the liberty of raiding your kitchen. Comfort eating."
"Good, you need to, you're too thin," the other laughed, throwing a cushion across the room and hitting Luke square in the stomach.
"Piss off, you're twice my age and half my weight!"
"There's so much wrong with that I can't even begin to-"
"Wrong with what sweetheart?" Flora had returned, drying her hair with a towel.
Luke shook his head quickly, staring at the floor with a blush.
"He said he wasn't scared at all by that film at all even though he was almost crying," Clive grinned, a wicked glint in his eye.
He was texting as he spoke, and it was no surprise to Luke when his phone went off two minutes later.
"Revenge. Bitch."
"Flora Clive swore at me!" The receiver exclaimed, eyes wide in feigned innocence.
"What!? No way!"
"He did!"
"Clive?"
"Nope, he's lying."
"He called me a dog!"
"Never said anything of the kind."
"Floraaaaaa!"
"How old even are you? God it's like being in a house with a couple of four year olds when Luke stays over," Flora mused, rolling her eyes and throwing the towel at her boyfriend. She sauntered past them both and into the kitchen, yelling when she saw the mess the younger boy had left it in.
"Luke Triton get in here right now! Bring Clive too, I've no doubt he was also involved."
"What!? No! For the first time ever I am one hundred percent innocent!" Clive wailed, throwing all the cushions at hand towards Luke.
Only two of them actually it, but that was two enough for him.
"And I one hundred percent don't believe you!" Flora called back in her sing-song voice, and, grumbling all the while, the two boys followed it into the kitchen.