A/N: After a long fight with writers block and the fact that I haven't had internet for the past week I've forced myself to produce this chapter. Enjoy! :P

-Nuke4Lyfe

Clementine's POV 2 Minutes Earlier:

I sat on top of the windowsill hugging my knees holding them close to my chest whilst gazing off into the wooded area which seemed so dark until you looked at the tip tops of the trees and the moon illuminating one side leaving the other behind. I looked back at Luke who seemed to be looking over at me standing by his dresser leaning his right arm against it while cross leggedly supporting the rest of his body standing next to the door. Sorry, IN FRONT of the door.

"Remember when I came in and caught ya snooping through my underwear drawer?" I heard a distant voice ask me. I felt my face burn up and looked downwards quickly at my shoes, anything would do if I didn't have to hear this conversation.

"Hmph"... Don't you hmph at me! I thought to myself as silence once again filled the room. "You mad at me Clem?" he asked giving me puppy eyes. I reluctantly stood up pushing off the freezing window sill that I had just gotten comfy on. I walked towards him and ran my fingers through his hair like he would do when he was stressed. I looked up at the man who I just now realized towered over me. I stared up at him as I felt a tingling sensation rise in my stomach while I looked into his chocolate brown eyes. I heard a chuckle breaking me from my gaze.

"What?" I asked smiling up at him knowing full well that he probably caught me staring.

"Luke?" I asked looking up at him as our eyes met again.

"Y- Y- Yeah?" he finally spit out after a moment of stuttering. At least I wasn't that obvious about who I liked. I laughed and slowly let my hand slip into his gently gripping it. Screw this he just embarrassed himself I might as well do the same.

"I love you." I mumbled looking through the window as we stood side by side. I felt him grab on to my other arm and he dipped me back.

"Luke what're you doing?" I asked smiling up at him. I hadn't felt this happy in a LOOOOOOOOONG time. He didn't reply but quickly leaned over and let our lips meet. His lips were so soft even though they looked quite rough from a distance I didn't want to let go I dug my nails into his shirt then let go of my grasp then repeated the same actions. I felt Luke push away and as he did that I gasped for air.

"Luke..." I said slowly my eyes wide.

"Yeah? What do you want?" He asked on edge. I slowly moved my hands from his waist down his lower back and gripped the brim of his pants tightly. I watched him stare down at me his eyes wide.

"You maybe want to uh-" I was cut off by someone yelling 'TIM!' not normally either more like um... how Jane said Luke's name when I was younger and then stuff happened... yeah.

"Go check it out!" I shouted pointing towards the door. I watched his every movement as he swiftly ran towards the door running through it. I stood in the doorway and watched him run at the end of the hallway my eyes never leaving him. I closed the door quietly as I heard muffles of voices outside. I walked back towards the windowsill wondering what I was doing. "What was I doing? Why was I doing this? How could I live with myself?" All just a mere percentage of all the questions ringing through my head demanding to be heard as their own thoughts. I sat back down on the windowsill allowing one leg to hang over the side and the other in a triangle formation my foot against my inner thigh at the midway mark from my waist and my knee. I stared back out the window. I knew I couldn't do this. I couldn't show weakness! Weakness lead to depression and we did NOT need more depression in a fucking zombie apocalypse or whatever. It only lead to that if whoever you loved died. Which was way too likely for me. Not after Lee. Not after my parents, my hamster who ate an entire box of cookies. Like the literal box not the cookies just the box. I felt stupid knowing all this yet still allowing myself weakness. Weakness was what got you killed now. That was a fact. I allowed myself weakness because... I loved Luke. And I couldn't fight that, it was impossible to pretend like I didn't and when I did pretend it usually made me look depressed or... something.

A/N: MKAY, so do you guys wanna continue the different perspectives of this one chapter? Because like... I dunno I just feel too lazy to continue writing right now so Imma ask you a question. If I get NO-ONE that replys I'm gonna stop with the different perspectives on this chapter and just skip to the next one.

Way too tired to be writing right now,

-Nuke4Lyfe