So it's been all showery and breezy on and off today and now all of a sudden the sun has decided to emerge right outside my window and shine right through the space between the houses opposite mine. My eyes are burning.

But it's still nice because it's toasty and the clouds look all cool, so I suppose I can't really complain haha ^.^


I will never give up, Emily! *does some kind of Ash Ketchum fist-pump thing* Yeah I'd imagine Luke's learnt his lesson haha :P
I was the same Rosalia, it takes a while for things to actually start getting to me. I never cried at the O Children scene in Harry Potter, but then on the night before I started high school I was bawling my eyes out haha :L
Knowing me, Crow probably will do something stupid, and I'm looking forward to writing it ;)
It's like they can't go a sentence without it where I'm from, Imagine, and I wouldn't worry, I've found myself yelling at fictional people quite a lot recently xD

Mostly Frodo, really. I mean come on, Sam is like the God of Lego LOTR, producing frying pans from his pockets and everything, and what does Frodo do? Sit in the corner and whine about the journey! I mean honestly, you just can't get the hobbits these days!

Hmm, I'm not sure, possibly a 12 Lolidge :P and YAY AH THAT SOUNDS SO COOL! I can't wait to read it :D
I can't really think of any advice at the minute, but then I'm sure you'll do awesomely anyways! :)

Thanks all, goodnight lovelies! :3 *spontaneous internet group hug* ~nellen xx


Mildly offensive bad joke and a teensy bit of language this chapter, but not too much, I hope :L


Please don't kill me please don't kill me let me get in the house please don't kill m-

"Luke Triton where the hell have you been!?"

"At a party, and yourself?"

Seriously Luke, that probably wasn't the smartest thing you could have said.

"I swear to God, you want to shut your cocky little mouth right now! We've been waiting all night for you! We texted, I tried calling, nothing! Do you have any idea how worried we were?!" Flora yelled as the door slammed shut, startling the boy a lot more than either of them had expected her to.

"Well I-I'm-" He stuttered, tripping over his own feet in a bid to avoid a loosely aimed slap at his cheek. He knew she'd never actually hurt him, but she wasn't above dishing out a few soft slaps from time to time.

"What? You're sorry?! You didn't tell us anything! Clive stayed up because we didn't think you had a key, he's only gotten about two hours of sleep!"

"Yeah, um, Flora, darling, please, uh, bear that in mind," the boy in question yawned, rubbing his head with the palm of his hand. He wound his free arm around her shoulders, squeezing them to calm her down. He watched the young assistant through suspicious, if slightly bloodshot eyes, a gaze he never lifted even as he spoke again.
"Look, sweetheart, I think... Let me have a word with him alone, please?"

Sighing, the girl nodded, and slipped back into the sitting room.

"Upstairs, now," Clive commanded, his voice firm enough to warn against argument, but sleepy enough to insure a lack of yelling.

Luke did as he was told, praying his head wouldn't explode. The migraine had only gotten worse since the girl's shouting, and he wasn't really sure how much more he could take.


"You've been drinking, haven't you?"

It wasn't really a question, more of a statement. A disappointed statement.

"We-well I wouldn't... Not... Yes..." Luke mumbled, feeling the colour rise to his cheeks as he curled up at the top of the bed.

Clive sighed, choosing to sit on the floor instead, resting his head in his hands.

"And did you, well, no I'm not going to ask that, you tell me. What did you do?"

"I um... I'd rather not answer that."

"What were you drinking, exactly?"

"I don't know, a lot."

"Hungover?"

The boy nodded, pulling the blankets up over his face. His insides still squirmed at the thought of everything that had, or could have happened the previous night, and his headache felt like somebody was hammering at his skull with a chisel.

"Ah, I remember my first hangover. And, well, time."

Clive was really trying to hide the note of nostalgia in his voice by now, suddenly reminded of the time he'd gotten wasted behind the bike shed at school with a couple of 'friends'. Come to think of it, a lot of things happened behind that shed.

First kiss, first cigarette, first 'different' cigarette, last 'different' cigarette. Of course there were other things, but he tended to prefer shoving those memories to the back of his mind.

"Yeah, and if I wasn't feeling so ill I'd probably care enough to ask. Hey, uh, you're not going to tell Flora about this, are you?" Luke mumbled, rolling over to try and find a more comfortable spot.

"'Fraid I have to mate. Don't worry, I'll do it as gently as possible."

"Ugh... She's going to kill me..."

"Not if liver failure does first! Ba-dum tss- wow that was bad taste even for me. Speaking of bad tastes, you had anything to eat yet?"

"Nuh-uh. I really don't feel like it at the minute. I've already been sick once.."

Probably not for the last time today, either...

"Ah, I getcha. Well, if I were you, I would've told me to piss off by now and tried to get some more sleep. You do that, while I go and tell my beautiful girlfriend that there's a fifteen year old alcoholic snoozing in our spare room," Clive grinned, ruffling the youngster's hair as he stood up to leave.

Luke scowled from beneath his covers, as his friend pulled faces from the doorway.

"... Piss off."