I'm not gonna lie Starstar, I have absolutely no idea who you are, but I think you're adorable. In fact you're all adorable. Give yourselves a hug or something for being some of the most adorable people on the internet. Also thank you AyasumiMamera for reading and leaving such a sweet review :3 and to Triple C for the awesome as always one, and for making me laugh with the creative juice thing x)
I'm feel kinda guilty at the mo, cause I have literally had a whole day to be writing (it snowed a bit more and the teachers just could not face a day of snowfights and "are we going home yet?", or at least that's my take. But hey, I'm not complaining :P) that I've wasted doing ridiculous things and procrastinating. I went sledging all morning, defrosted in my jarmies for an hour or so, then ended up trying to learn 'Concerning Hobbits' on keyboard and then take it a step further by looking up how to live like a hobbit. I don't know why either. Also does anyone else's mam (mum, mom, mother, I don't know what you lot say :L) always insist on pressing their cold hands against your face when they get in from the shops or work or wherever? Mine does.
Anyhoo, back to what I'm meant to be doing. Hope you enjoy this next fluffy chapter (there's less-fluffy stuff coming up, I promise xD), oh and this one has a warning for mild suggestiveness. I think, I'm not really sure what's suggestive and what isn't anymore.. Stay groovy ^_^ ~nellen xx

"That. Was. Awesome."
"I know, that's what I said when I first saw it," Flora smiled, popping the disk back into its box, "I saw it in 3D with Luke. He was meant to take Arianna but they'd hit a rough patch so I went instead. So glad I did too."
"Who's Arianna?" Clive asked, sliding the DVD back onto the shelf and pulling out another that Flora had chosen. He frowned down at the cover, "wait, isn't Dorian Gray like eighty percent sex scenes?"
"Arianna is Luke's on off girlfriend, they've been on and off for a year or so now I think, and yeah, but Ben Barnes is in it so nobody really cares."
"Ben Barnes eh? So that's the kind of guy you like," he joked, studying the picture on the box. "Nothing like me then..."
"He is one of the kinds of guys I like," she nodded coyly, a sudden shyness to her that Clive hadn't really seen before.
"Well go on then, we'll let the ads run again, I told you mine," he grinned, a weird sense of control taking over. Now it was his turn to be the asker, and hers to be the squirmer.
"Before I start, I have a very varied taste in men. Varied and weird, so don't judge-"
"-I wasn't going to," he butted in, interrupting what he knew to be the beginning of a 'Flora-rant'. "Go on..."
"Well, Robert Downey Jr, as we have already mentioned is awesome. But considering he's older than the Professor, he's still pretty damn fine to look at. Same goes for Johnny Depp, Bradley Cooper and Jared Leto, who I do know thanks. I'm not a huge Mars fan sure, but I've seen him in a few films and god is he hot," she drifted off, gazing dreamily at the ceiling.
"Flora's got a thing for older men has she?" Clive chuckled, setting her off in nervous giggles.
"I suppose, but there are some decent young lads out there too. Daniel Sloss, that comedian I like, he's quite nice, and Chris Ramsey too. Sir Percival from Merlin had arms you could live on, and let's just say Matt Smith could whisk me away in the TARDIS any day..." she paused, suddenly worried she had said too much. "Oh look, the films starting, you comfy?"
Clive nodded, a little pleased she had changed the subject, "yeah, just whenever you're ready."

They watched the film in silence, unaware of how close they now sat. Flora jumped at some of the gory scenes, despite having watched the film many times before, but didn't jump when Clive subconsciously slipped his arm around her shoulder. Clive felt a little uncomfortable with all of the sex scenes in the movie, but completely at ease when Flora rested her head against his side. The film had ended, and the credits had long finished by the time Flora crawled out from his arm to put the DVD away.
"You've crossed your legs," she noted with a smirk, slotting the box back onto the shelf.
"Yeah, because it's more comfortable," Clive blushed, staring determinedly at the floor. He hated that, the way he reacted when anyone implied anything kind of suggestive about him. He wasn't even joking, it was more comfortable that way. Sure the film was quite... Hot... But that didn't mean anything.
"I'll stand up if it proves anything," he mumbled defensively, but Flora just laughed, "don't bother. I'm going to the kitchen. I'll not be long."
Clive could swear she'd winked at him as she left, which did not help him at all and instead left him more flustered than he was to begin with.
"Jeez Clive, you're not a teenager anymore, stop getting so worked up," he sighed, stretching his legs defiantly, "one wink from a pretty girl and you can't even think straight. A pretty girl. Flora is a pretty girl isn't she?"
His thoughts floated away, when the pretty girl returned to the room. "Heads up or you'll get a paper cut!"
"Wha- ah!" He yelped, swatting away the leaflet she'd thrown at him ninja-death-star-style, "why, why would you do that?" He laughed weakly at Flora's nonchalant shrug. "I simply cannot be arsed to cook today, so I thought we could order out. I dunno what kind of food you like though, so just whatever you want really."
"Pizza sounds nice," Clive shrugged after a few moments' deliberation, "I don't mind though."
"Pizza it is then, just cheese and tomato or ham or peppers or what?"
"Uhh... Just cheese and tomato please," he nodded, handing her back the menu so she could copy the number.
"Hello? Ah, hello Matt, didn't think you'd be in today. Yeah just the usual for me please," she kicked Clive for laughing, then continued, "and can I have a large margarita and a cheesy garlic bread with that? Matt you are a star. Kay, how much is that again? A tenner? Okay, see you then."
She hung up the phone, scowling at Clive. "Shut up you, I'm not fat! I just... Enjoy pizza. Call it the perks of being a student, cheap take outs and pyjama days."
"Sounds like a nice life," the boy chuckled, "and I never called you fat. You're skinnier than me for God's sake!"
"Impossible," Flora scoffed, sitting back on the sofa behind him, "you're just bones!"
"I eat way more than you though!" He protested, "you're all slim and gorgeous and pretty, and I'm just awkward and gangly."
"Please don't rub that in, I'd kill to be able to eat half as much as you and still be that thin!" She yelped, falling quiet as she finally understood what he'd said afterwards.
"You really think I'm pretty?"
Clive took a deep breath and nodded, she'd find out some day, "yeah, I do. I think you're really pretty."
"Oh," Flora smiled shyly down at the floor, cheeks turning rosy, "well thanks," she paused again, giggling nervously, "I uh... I don't think you're awkward and gangly, you know. I've always thought you were kind of cute. Yeah, cute. You're very cute."

Neither said anything else after that, just smiling down at the floor, fiddling with clothes and hair, trying not to catch the other's eye.

I wouldn't get to used to this if I were you...