Cherrycoffycake (can I call you Triple C? It sounds like a codename :P) I got your review literally seconds after I posted the last chapter, and I just want to say I totally get what you mean. I'm a pretty slow goer, and I do tend to drag on a bit with my chapters, so it can take a while before things start to happen (I know this isn't what you said, but this is my interpretation of me, if that makes sense) but if you just hang on in there a little longer, I promise there's something coming up in the next few chapters that I hope you'll like :) x
And for the rest of you, patience young padawans! (That's not even a genuine quote is it? Oh well :L) Layton and Luke are coming, soldier on and you'll see (although it mightn't go quite as you'd expect it to, especially not with Luke muhaha) :D Also wishing huge good luck to you with those midterms Rosalia! I'm sure you'do the Professor proud :) ~nellen xx

"Happy day after your birthday!" A voice chirped from the sofa, startling the still sleepy Clive.
"Wha? Huh? Oh," he flashed a cute smile towards the chair, where a well camouflaged bundle of blankets began to unfold into the shape of Flora, "morning."
"Morning to you too," she yawned with a smile, stretching her legs out in front of her. "Sleep well?"
"Yeah," he replied, covering a yawn of his own, "why are you on the couch?"
"I came for a drink at like one o'clock then couldn't be bothered to go back to bed," she shrugged, "ugh, I'm so glad I have Friday off. I might just have a film and pyjama day or something, care to join?"
"Uh... Yeah, I'll call Sal and tell her not to expect me today, feign illness or something, I'm too tired to sing," he chuckled wearily, rubbing his eyes and yawning again.
"Okay, whatever," Flora smiled, flexing her arms and legs and standing up beside him, "go get your duvet and I'll get some breakfast, then we can decide on something to watch."
"Okay!"
She laughed at his smile, watching him skip away back upstairs then shuffling her way to the kitchen. She yelped as her feet felt the cold tile floor, hopping across it to the fridge. She returned to the living room with her tray of goodies, almost dropping it in laughter. Clive had beaten her back to the couch, wrapped up in his blankets like a caterpillar in a cocoon. He scrunched up his face in a childish grin, "cake for breakfast yay!" He slid off from his seat, rolling across the floor again. He liked rolling, he decided, far easier and funner than walking. He came to a stop next to Flora, hands shooting out from his coverings and nabbing a slice. "Thank yooou! Also you make the best hot chocolates and cake ever, but thank you!"
"You're such a child," Flora giggled, taking a bite from a slice of her own, "but thank you for the food compliments. Now, what kinda film do you want?"
"What kinda films have you got?"
"Go check the shelf," she shrugged, waving her arms in the direction of the shelf, lined with DVDs and books.

"Hmm," Clive pondered, stroking an imaginary beard as he studied the collection, "I like the look of The Avengers, did this come out when I was in prison?"
"Uh, yeah," Flora nodded, a little taken aback by his use of 'prison'. She knew she was being silly, but she'd always considered it a kind of... Sensitive subject. He didn't really like talking about what went on in there, she didn't really like asking, and from that point onwards it just wasn't something they discussed.
"I think I'd like to watch this please, if you want to," he smiled up at her, crawling back across to where she sat and handing her the box.
"Of course, any particular reason?" A wicked grin spread across her face as she slipped the disc into the tray, near certain of the answer.
"The soundtrack is supposed to be really good," Clive mumbled, pulling his blanket around his face so she couldn't see his glowing cheeks.
"Really? Anything else?"
"I read all of the comics when I was younger."
"That's nice, say what are your thoughts on the cast?" She persisted, intent on making him squirm.
"I think the cast looks well chosen, well, those on the box anyway. I've seen Robert in the separate Iron Man films and he was awesome, as for the rest of them they all look suited to their characters."
"Yeah, they are. Especially Black Widow. She's-"
"Hot. Very very hot," Clive sighed, screwing his eyes up to avoid her laughter.
"I was going to say equally awesome, but hot works too," the girl giggled, having finally succeeded in making him confess. She climbed onto the sofa above him, reaching the remote from the shelf. "I can't skip the adverts on this yet, not because I'm too thick to work it out, it just won't let me, sorry."
"That's ok," he mumbled, lying back against the chair, "I don't mind."
"So what other girls do you like then?"
"What?" Flora's question caught the lad of guard, and she repeated herself once more, "asides from Scarlett Johansson of course."
"Oh..." He murmured, scratching the back of his neck nervously. "Can I ask why?"
"Curiosity."
"Oh, ok, uh... I've always kinda had a crush on Hayley Williams. I always liked her music, but I dunno, there's something else," he laughed sort of awkwardly, praying for the adverts to speed up, "Kate Nash is gorgeous, so is Juno Temple, and Emma Watson has definitely mastered the puberty spell.." He broke off, pulling his duvet over his head. He had to stop there, he knew it. Anymore and he'd run the risk of telling her who he really liked, and he couldn't do that just yet.
"Who do you like then?" He asked, now quite curious himself. Would there be many in her list? Old or young? Really famous or sort of unknown? Would there be anyone like him?
"The ads have finished now," she grinned, sticking out her tongue.
"Not fair! You have to tell me later then!"
"Sure I will, now shush, the film's starting," she chuckled, running her fingers through his hair.