Oh hai there internet, I've got some more story for you ^_^
I also have a question, and that question is; Do I swear too much?
I've gotten a couple of reviews (not on here) telling me I shouldn't do it and to cut it out a little, but... I dunno, I guess, where I live it's just kind of common- I'm too used to swearing:L it does say in the description its a T for language, but I'm still wondering what you guys think. If it does offend you, or you don't like it that much, please do say and I'll try to cut back (I can't promise I'll stop completely though :P), and I'm sorry if it has/does offend you. I hope we're okay on this, I'd never go out of my way to offend people :3 I'm sorry about this being so long too, I'm just... socially awkward and I like keeping people happy :L oh, and to the person who liked it but couldn't picture Clive singing, I suppose I just really wanted some kind of musical thing in there, I listen to it too much to not have included some of it x)
Thanks again for reading and reviewing though, you're all really nice and it's always appreciated! ~a somewhat paranoid nellen who loves you all in a non-creepy way :) xx

"Sleep well?"
"Wha- oh, yeah, thanks," Clive stretched and yawned, holding his arms awkwardly above his head as he thought about giving her a hug. He dropped them when she gave him a funny look.
"What would you like for breakfast then, Clive my dear?" She laughed, deciding to ignore his temporary moment of weird.
"Uh... Whatever's easiest," he shrugged, glad of her decision.
"Well, I've gotta go in like half an hour, so bacon sandwich?"
"Wait, where're you going?" Clive mumbled, a little disappointed they wouldn't be spending the day together again.
"Uni."
"You got into Uni?"
"Don't sound so surprised," the girl tutted, assembling the sandwiches on the bench, "I was taught by the best."
"Oh, I mean, congratulations I guess," he half laughed half shrugged, taking a bite of the sandwich she handed him. "What do you take?"
"Uh, English literature and art," she smiled nervously, "kinda nerdy I know."
"That's not nerdy, that's cool. They're probably the ones I would've taken, except I'd do music instead of art. I can't draw, like at all," he laughed, a few crumbs falling from his mouth.
"Aw I'm sure you're not that bad," she protested, "here, draw me a dog."
Clive sighed as she seemed to produce a notepad and pencil from thin air, sliding it over to him.
He sketched away, and Flora smiled at the look of childlike concentration on his face, tongue sticking out as he finished the thing's legs. She chose 'thing', because Flora honestly couldn't tell what it was, even though she had been told it was meant to be a dog.
"Do dogs have three legs?"
"It's a disabled dog, don't discriminate," he pouted, causing her to laugh.
"Why does it have three eyes?"
"That's a nose Flora! Obviously! That is quite clearly a nose!"
"H-how can you-" she stopped, gasping for breath as she mopped up the tears that now streamed down her cheeks," how can you draw up plans for an entire new city, and yet not draw a dog?"
He tried his best to frown, but his mouth twitched manically as she giggled, determined to fall into a smile.
"Because buildings are just squares and shit."
"Because buildings are just squares and shit, how insightful," she hiccupped, getting herself a glass of water as she calmed down.
"No seriously, I could sketch up plans for this street in half the time it took for me to draw Rover!"
"You named the ugly paper dog?"
"Well Rover is certainly nicer than 'Ugly paper dog'."
"I'm sorry, Rover is beautiful," she bit back another burst of laughter, "I mean, he's certainly, unique."
"Done!"
"Wha? Done what?"
"There are the plans for the street, look," he pointed at the houses. "Squares," he smiled slowly, "and shit," he traced his finger over a mass of scribbled notes and dimensions, which would have taken Flora much longer than she had to decipher.
"Wow Clive, that's incredible," she breathed, having finally rid herself of the giggles.
"Thanks, I'm not all good looks and musical genius, ya know," he grinned, "I think I might go busking again today, I missed it yesterday."
"Okay, well I have to go in um- now," she cursed under her breath, wolfing down the last bite of her breakfast, "so if you wanna get a shower and stuff, which you need, could you lock up when you go?"
"Uh, yeah, sure," Clive replied, "I need a key though."
"Crap!" Flora cursed aloud this time, which shocked Clive a little, as he had always seen her as the quiet little girl next to Layton. Well, he'd realised he was wrong now. "Um, use mine, just, could you be back for about- actually never mind, I'll find you. I think."
Clive laughed, "I'm sure you will."
"Yeah, I will, okay, right, better be going, um," she paused awkwardly, handing him the keys. She paused again, looked him up and down, kissed his cheek and left.
"Bye," he called after her, face set in a confused frown. He shrugged it off, shuffling up the stairs to shower.
"How the the hell do I turn this thing on?"

Sorry/Thanks again :L, and remember any reviews would be welcomed :3