Clive and I sat on the bus, heading down towards his project.
"So, explain it again," I say, a little confused. After the shock of the letter wore off, I started to come back to my senses. I agreed to go and see Clive's project before I got my flight to Spain.
"Well. I found the underground carven, and though it would be a good place to build something. I saw it connected to the clock shop in Midland Road, she I got the idea it be the world's largest fairground/museum. In the carven, I built what London may look like, ten years in the future. Down to every last detail. Even the newspapers are printed ten years ahead. To get down to it, you have to go to the clock shop and use the elevator, which is disguised to look like a time machine. Isn't it brilliant?"
I gave him a hug.
"It's the best idea ever!" I said. And I honestly meant it. What a good idea!
"Oh, here we are!" He said suddenly. We left the bus, and headed down to the clock shop.
"Wow!" I said, as we entered it, "It's amazing!"
Everywhere, every wall, every surface, was clocks. Millions and millions of them. All ticking away at the exact same time.
"Wow," I said again. He smiled, and lead me to the back room. A huge clock, a million times bigger than the others, using the whole wall to hold it up. It was amazing.
"Wow…" I gasped. Clive lead me to the middle of the room, and pulled a leaver next to the clock.
The lights flickered, and my stomach jumped. The room flew downwards, my hair flew upwards, and I had to grab onto the nearest surface to steady myself.
It was over as soon as it stared. A bit dizzy, I stood up, laughing with fear.
"It is a bit violent," Clive shrugged.
"You're telling me!" I squealed, my voice high-pitched. He laughed, and slipped his hand into mines as we walked out the shop.
"Wow! Everything is so different!" I sounded like as broken record as he gave me a tour of "Future London,"
I marvelled at everything, running out of adjectives to describe how…amazing it was.
Clive tried no to show it, but he was beaming with delight, and his palms grew sweaty.
"You're cute when you're embarrassed," I teased, which made him grow even redder. I laughed.
"Who are these people?" I said, noticing some people dotted around, "Surely you haven't opened yet?"
"Those are actors. They are going to pretend they are people from future London,"
"Brilliant as always!" I said.
Clive beamed with happiness.
"Me," He said.
Later on, when it was growing so dark I could barely see my hands, Clive and stood outside my door.
"Have fun in Spain," He joked.
"Don't," I said, giving him a push. He pretended to be in a great amount of pain as he clutched his chest.
I laughed.
He grinned boyishly, as he took my hand.
"I'll miss you," He whispered.
"I'd miss me too," I whispered back. Suddenly, he leaned forward and kissed me.
Suddenly, nothing seemed to matter.
Everything around us disappeared and we touched.
It was only Clive and me.
The kiss ended, sadly, and I stood there, bursting with delight.
Just then, I noticed the outline of a top-hatted man and a short boy. Despite it being dark, I knew it was Layton and Luke. Layton was walking ahead, but Luke seemed intrigued.
He was watching us.
"Keep on walking," I said, feeling bold. He whimpered and ran off.
Clive laughed.
"Don't you go scaring any kids when you're away," He warned me, tapping the tip of my nose.
"I'll try," I said, giggling.
"Promise?"
"Cross my heart and hope to fly," I replied. He smiled.
"I love you," He wrapped his arms around me and tenderly gave me another kiss.
"Would you like to stay the night?" I offered, "Only, I'm scared of the monsters under my bed."
Clive's face was so close to mine I could feel him smile, and feel the warmth of his breath against my forehead.
"I'll save you from the monsters." He said.
"Promise?"
"Cross my heart and hope to fly," He said.
We walked hand in hand into the house.
I decided not to tell him I was still a virgin.
Cause I wouldn't be much longer.
A/N: Clive! You liar! Poor Amy ((me))! I'D KILL YOU IF YOU WEREN'T SO DARN SEXY!
R&R plz
Love yah dude!