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Modern Period of The Walking Dead Game
High School AU
Chapter Thirty Two: A New Interest
Marlon hopped in the passenger seat. Dropped his bag between his legs and strapped up.
"So where are you taking me? And it better be quick." Marlon sighed. Exhausted by struggling to search for the best anniversary gift for Brody before getting a haircut. Louis rolled his eyes.
"I need help deciding on which tank I should buy for Geoff. He needs more room. I have this lit idea to make a bed for him and add a mini keyboard with speakers. Should I buy him a little turtle toy? Do turtles play with toys?" Louis sat there, thinking to himself. For a second, Marlon looked at him like he was crazy, then turned to irritation.
"Dude... Are you serious?" Marlon's nose scrunched.
"Dead ass. My guy needs a pimped-out space." He smiled eagerly. Marlon forced a smile. Obviously not interested. He patted Louis's shoulder.
"Bro, you're my best friend. But I don't give a fuck about your turtle. Take me home. Brody will be there soon."
Louis rolled his eyes. The main... and only reason why Marlon hate Geoff is because he kissed his nose. Marlon claimed that the turtle bit him.
"I came all this way to pick you up from the barber shop to see no difference or success with that rat ass head of-"
"Don't take your anger out on me! I called you for a ride, not your sassy attitude." Marlon snickered at his pouty best friend. Louis took off and drove to Marlon's place.
"Now I have no one to go with..." He sulked. Marlon's fingers busy typing on his cell phone. He glanced at the dread head.
"Ask Vi."
"She's on a date with Minerva."
"Aasim?"
"Nah. He's scared of my slick driving."
"There's nothing slick about your driving." Marlon shook his head. And then an idea popped up.
"Ask Clem." He said bluntly, eyes glued on his cell phone.
"What?"
"whAt?! You heard me. Ask her to go with you."
"She's probably busy-"
"I'M BUSY TOO!" Marlon exclaimed with his arms up.
"Um... relax. I'll... call her..." He pulled out his phone, scanning through his contact to a picture of a sleeping Clem he took in math class.
He always catches her drifting to sleep.
He clicked her contact and the phone rung as he set it in speaker. By three rings, she picked up.
"What?" Raspy voice spoken.
"Um...its hello. And good day to you too." Louis chuckled. The guys could hear her dry laughing.
"Sorry..." Her voice softened. To the point it sounded sexy in a raspy tone. Marlon and Louis looked at each other.
"You just woke up? It's only five thirty." Louis chuckled. Clem moaned on the phone. The dirty boys' eyes widen.
That's when Louis took the phone off speaker and placed it on his ear.
Marlon pointing at him while snickering.
"Is it possible that you can join me...like in a few minutes. I'm dropping Marlon off and heading to the pet store." Louis said. Praying that she comes with him. It wouldn't surprise him if she declines. But it's better to have her as company than asking Violet who will drag Minerva along.
And the dread head boy does not want front row seats to a lesbian make out feast.
"Sure... I'll get ready." She yawned.
"Thanks Clem."
"You owe me." Her fairy like giggles were music to his ears.
"Yeah. Yeah. I'll text you when I'm in front of your place."
"Mmhmmm." She hung up. Louis smiled while keeping his eyes on the road. He sensed someone watching him. He glimpsed at his friend.
"What's with your face?" Louis asked.
"What's with yours?" He shot back. Chuckling to himself as he watched Louis's visible grin.
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"For a turtle?! Are you serious?! I could be resting my leg in bed!" The short girl screamed. Her small fingers clawed the air. Louis struggling to keep her hands away from his neck by restraining her wrists. He had to lean back to keep her out of reach.
"Yes! It's important!" She wanted to scratch that smile off his stupid face.
"My health is important too!" She yelled.
People eyed the two outside the pet store. A small terrifying girl urging to choke the tall guy. It's like watching a kitten attacking a great Dane.
When they calmed down, Louis and Clem went inside. The workers there carefully watched them, posting up before they break out into another fight.
In excitement, both went to the whining puppies and kittens. Clem pressed her hand on the cage and the small puppies wagged their tails like a rattle snake and licked her hand through the barrier between them.
"So cute." She smiled. Sticking her finger in to scratch under its chin.
"My turtle is cuter." He said beside her as he played with the meowing kitten's tiny paws through the cage.
Clem slowly looked at him with an arch brow and pursed lips.
"Turtles ain't cute." She nudged him as she walked pass him with a limp from walking with the leg brace.
Louis watched her wobble around the huge store. He followed behind her. Laughing quietly at her cute penguin wobble.
"You don't understand how much fun it is to have a turtle." He said. She stopped to turn to him.
"Oh, please. Enlighten me." She bowed slightly.
"For one, they can swim fast."
"Wow! I'm so impress. Can they breathe under water too?" She asked sarcastically. Louis narrowed his eyes with his lips tugged to the side.
"They're not fishes, Clem. They breathe air and have magically powers." He wiggled his fingers. Clem scrunched her nose.
"You're so funny. Where's the stupid tanks at!? I'm getting tired." She complained.
Louis grabbed her hand and lead her to the aqua section. The lights were different. It dimmed a bit, allowing exotic vibrant colors reflect from each sea creatures and sea plants.
Clem gasped as she scanned around. In the dim section, Louis noticed how her amber eyes sparkled. Very stunning to look at.
Clem caught him staring at her. He quickly turned his gaze elsewhere and pulled her to the next section where the lights are normal. The shelves displayed various types of tanks, leaving the boy deep in his thoughts.
He paced around, dragging the small girl with him.
Clem grew tired from it that she stopped him. He looked down to see their fingers entwined. Awkwardly letting go of her.
"My bad." He rubbed the back of his neck. Almost forgetting she's still in a leg brace.
"You so owe me." She smirked, squatting down at a certain tank. Louis bend down to see what caught her attention.
She scrunched her brows as her head tilted.
"Since when they built a two-floor tank." She asked.
The picture on the box had two tanks. The top small tank to mimic dry land and the larger tank is for water. An installation of a slope for a turtle to sit on dry surface on top or dive in for a swim.
Louis chuckled as he took the box of the long tank.
"Who knows but this would be perfect for Geoff. Don't you think?" He stared at the box intensely. Clem rolled her eyes up then looked back at him.
"Geoff?" She held her laughter.
"Yes! That's his name! Don't talk shit if you don't have a pet." He carried the tank over his shoulder to the counter. Clem giggled as she wobbled beside him.
After stuffing the tank in his low car trunk, Clem mentioned how she wanted to see Geoff. Louis happily drove to his place to show off his baby to his AP buddy.
When they made it to his place, Clementine never expected Louis to live in a fancy mansion. She stared at the house like a fish gasping for water. The house had two columns, Roman statues in the front yard of rich green grass. No sign of markings on the white mansion.
Louis saw it as a small house. Nothing much. But compare to his and her house, his was much bigger. And interesting.
"You live here?" She got out the car. Louis took out the tank.
"Duh. Where else would I sleep, eat, and shower." He joked as he locked his car by a click on a button.
The two made their way inside the house. When she made her entrance, she saw valuable statues and paintings around. The walls were creme white or white with a blue tint. Plastic cover the furniture in the huge living room. Hard wood material like tables and shelves were polished and rich.
The massive house even had an elegant portrait of Louis and his parents. The small girl realized neither of them smile. She strolled further down to see pictures of baby Louis. At the same time, awing and sneaking snaps of his baby pictures to tease him with later.
"Ar-Are you rich?!"
"Uhhh... Maybe... Sort of..." He said as he kept walking down the hall to his bed room.
He could tell his parents weren't home. It was too quiet.
"This is insane, Louis! How come you never told me?" She accidentally crashed into his back. He turned to her, shrugging his shoulders.
He pushed open his bed room which is a bit messy with clothes on the floor and music notes scattering the bed and floor. He set the tank down and turned to the staggering girl.
"Because it wasn't important." He told her. His voice sounded serious and sad. She wanted to understand but she let it go. Not wanting to invade his personal privacy.
"So... where's Geoff?" Louis face lighten up and he pointed at the medium tank. Inside lived a shell.
"He's sleeping. Poor guy was waiting for daddy all day." He cooed as he picked up the shell carefully. He held it in front of Clem. She eyed him for permission and he nodded. She poked the shell and the green turtle thumb like head popped out.
"Isn't he cute!"
The smile on Louis's face beamed. Geoff's four legs came out. Wiggling into a stretch. He blinked at Clem and started snapping its mouth at her finger.
Her eyes bugged out as she withdrew her hand.
"That's a biting turtle!" She narrowed her eyes at the vicious turtle. Louis gasped, hugging the squirming turtle like a baby.
"You sound just like Marlon! He doesn't bite. He kisses." Clem is no fool. That turtle had teeth. It started nibbling Louis's finger.
"Yeah. Kisses..." She muttered.
Louis put the turtle back. Clem looked around his room and noticed something different.
"Where's your piano?"
"Upstairs, in my other bedroom." He said straight forward. Clem stumbled back, plopping on the bed.
"Two room!? For what?" Louis laughed at her confused expression.
"One is bigger, cleaner, and my grand piano can fit in there and this one is where I can do whatever I want and have Geoff. More like a chill place." He explained. Clem shook her head.
"Oh my God. I'm so jealous." This was unbelievable. Clem couldn't believe Louis is some rich kid. He doesn't act snobby or anything. He acts like a regular teen in school.
Why is he working if he has bag of money?
"It's a hassle to clean two rooms, so I stay here mostly." He continued as he sat next to her.
"Do your parents have two rooms?" She smiled teasingly. Louis chuckled.
"They wish."
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William Carver pulled over in front of his house. His buddy, Troy had to take a piss and William's place was closer.
He waited in the car while Troy fumbled with the keys to get in the house. He climbed up the stairs and ran to the bathroom like a dog's tail between its legs.
He sighed in relief as he peed in the can. The best feeling ever. After every drop is gone, he flushed, and washed his hands.
Soon as he opened the door, a gasping moan was heard. He stood still, thinking it was all in the head until he heard another moan.
Sneakily and quietly, he crept through the second floor. Troy made his way to the only door with a crack of light.
He peeked through the crack to see a red head biting her lips while shutting her eyes in pleasure. Her body twirled to the side, giving Troy a show of all her features in a tight purple lingerie. He could see her bosom slightly droop to the side naturally.
The boy ramping her, yanked her hair back, access to lap his tongue over her throat to her ear. In that position, it revealed bruises all over her neck and chest.
Troy had no business watching. He had no business stand there cupping his tent and huffing a shallow groan.
"Marl-Marlon!" Her voice cried out. She gripped the sheets as Marlon hung her smooth leg over his shoulder and rocked his hips rapidly inside her. Her flushed face scrunched as no sound came through her lips but the squeaking bed.
Troy wanted that girl so much.
After another trip to the bathroom, he slammed the car shut.
"You're good?" William asked him.
"Of course, man. How's Marlon?" Troy strapped his belt while William drove on the road to the bar.
"Boy is fine. He's probably sleeping or something. How's your boy, Ben? Right?" He stared at the road.
"Yeah. That boy is troublesome. But he's doing fine in college." William chuckled to himself. Hearing his friend's kid in college amazed him. He can't wait for his knuckle head nephew attend to one. His sister would be so proud of him.
During the drive, Troy kept replaying her body bouncing, squirming, and her soft moans echoing. And the person to cause her to react like that will be Troy.
Such a beautiful girl, he thought.
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Louis brought Clem to his other room. Like he said, it's much cleaner and huge. There were familiar posters on his walls and a grand piano near the window. She saw candles on the top of the piano and a blanket.
"So, you sleep on the piano?" She asked.
"Sometimes." He said. Imagining him doing so, she wanted to admit how cute he is. But she held her tongue. Not trying to embarrass herself.
Louis sat down on the bench, patting right next to him. Clem sat with him and he started playing a gentle tune.
"How long had you been playing?" Impressed how natural his hands flow over the keys.
"My whole life. Piano is my first language." He smiled gently. Closed his eyes while fluttering his fingers across the keys.
Clementine watched him in his zone. Captivated by his swaying movements and the song melody. She looked at his hands adjusting to one side to the other. The boy is a natural.
"What's the name of the song?" She whispered. Trying not to distract his focus. Although he won't crack. It's a gift that he can talk and still play the song from start to finish with no mistakes.
"Not sure... I'm not quite finish with it, though."
"You're amazing, Louis. I could listen to this forever." She sighed dreamily. He looked at her and winked. She sheepishly smiled at him.
The sun settled on the horizon. The sky creating trails of reds, yellows, and oranges. Her bright eyes again glistening from the colors of the vibrant sky.
"You're just saying that." He picked up his hands and played another song. A song she always replayed on her phone to sleep in peace. But this version is much softer and slower.
"You should record this one too... For me." She suggested. Louis giggled.
"How many videos you want of me?" His ego being fed. It doesn't mind recording for her. Louis felt like her personal super star. And she's his biggest fan. He would give her as much videos as she wanted. Someone listening to his music is the best feeling ever.
Clem rolled her eyes.
"How many pictures are you going to take of me in class?"
His fingers slammed the keys. Looking at the smirk on her face.
"How di-"
"I'm a light sleeper...dork. Gimme your phone." She held out her hand. Louis stood up. She did so too, following him around the room.
"No. Stop Clem... Clem... Clem!"
She tackled him on his bed. Ignoring her brace leg as she reached for his phone. He held it above him on the bed. She tried crawling above him, but he held her down by her waist.
"Gimme the damn phone! Louis!" She shouted in his ear.
Unexpectedly, she frozen on top of him when their eyes met. Her face very close to his. She could feel his breath hit her face as he felt hers. Shockingly enough, they heard their hearts drumming as their chests pressing together. She stared into his eyes, scanning them for an answer. Louis blinked. Not knowing what to do. He glanced at her lips and then her eyes.
Hell broke loose in his imagination. He lost his voice and his mind went wild.
This was a wakeup call for Clem. She sat up, rolling away from him on the bed and got up.
"Clementine... I..." Loss of words.
"Yeah..um... take me home... Please." She fixed her large sweater. Louis got up and lead her out the room.
When they sat in his car, Clem nervously reached for his hand.
Stunned by her gesture, he tried to ignore it. He turned the car on, backed up, and headed down the road.
Both curious about what's happening to them. Although... they like it.
It was hard to ignore her warm petite hand in his large one. It was very soft to the touch. He felt his hands getting sweating.
Louis gulped. He pulled his hand away. Clem felt an awful pain in her chest. Missing his touch.
She looked at the window, staring at passing trees, people, buildings, and cars. Distracting her thoughts in the silence car ride.
Her heart stopped for a second or even a whole minute when she felt his fingers laced with hers. Just like before when they were tank hunting.
She covered the bashful look on her face in her sweater. Her hands fit in his so well. She didn't want to let go of him.
She glanced at him. His solid face shown no smile or cheesy grin. Nothing funny coming out his mouth. All nervousness washed over him. Clem felt choked up too. She stared at the window as her fingers tightened the hold.
"You're making me nervous." He admitted in a whisper. She couldn't breathe. Felt her own cheeks burning. A fire might light up and roast her face.
"Dork... You're not the only one." She mumbled. He didn't hear her clearly because his heart was drumming in his ear.
