Yup, a double upload ^_^
I'm just too nice xD ~nellen xx
"Cli-ive?"
The boy in question lowered his guitar and spun on the spot, grinning as he saw his friend in the orange dress. "Flora, hey!"
He could feel the watchful laughing eyes of old Len on his back, and made a mental note to turn down the enthusiasm.
A note mentally torn up as she through her arms around him.
"I have literally had the most stressful day of my life, so if you're not ready to go home can you just give me the keys?" she sighed tiredly, letting go of Clive.
"I'll walk you back, I'm ready to go anyways, it's getting a little dark," he smiled shyly, a little overwhelmed by the sudden hug.
Clive... Clive! Stop! Friends!
"Well whatever then, I just want to go." She turned on her heels, with him following closely behind. He rolled his eyes at the look Len flashed him as they left, skipping a few steps to catch up. She stopped, sighing impatiently and shivering in the cold.
"Sorry, uh, here," for the second time that week, Clive slipped off his coat and covered her shoulders with it. "Are you alright?"
"Well no, I'm very tired and stressed and irritable, so no, I am not alright."
There was a dangerous snarl to her voice, but it didn't deter the curious Clive, who approached her again with a more caring tone.
"Would you like to talk about it? I'm always ready to listen."
Flora turned to look at him, eyes narrowed uncertainly.
"You don't mean that, you mean you'll pretend to listen. You'll pretend to listen all the way home, and all the way into the house, and all the way up the stairs, and all the way under the sheets. Just like every other guy," she spat furiously, and Clive's eyes widened in fear.
"I will not! Flora I'm just trying to be nice! You were nice enough to let me sleep on your sofa, therefore I'm nice enough to listen. I don't want to sleep with you!"
"Of course you don't, no guys do, I'm just so gosh darn unlikeable!"
Clive couldn't reply, every word jamming in his throat. This was a fight he couldn't win.
"I'm sorry," he settled on, remembering something his cellmate once told him. "Girls are difficult. On a good day they'll love you, they'll be sweet, they'll care. On a bad day, you might as well be a soldier in of World War Three. Just remember, when in doubt, apologise. They like to be right."
Flora frowned at him, and he continued, in a calm and quiet voice. "I'm sorry if it came across like I wanted to sleep with you. I'm sorry if it sounded like I didn't like you. Truth is, you are beautiful, literally, stunning, and one of the kindest girls I know. You let me into your house, after everything I did, you cared for me, you fed me. And I've done nothing to say thank you, and I suppose listening was me trying to, but, I dunno, I'm just too, I'm still getting used to-"
And that was when she kissed him.
Ooohh...