Again, adorable :3 and yeah I guess it would be pretty awkward Rosalia hehe x)
I've got something for all you Luke lovers today, all though you might end up becoming Luke haters by the end of the next couple chapters :o
Or nellen haters... Whelp...
So uh, hope you enjoy it! *laughs nervously because of all the changes she has made* haha ha ha... ha.. byeee ~nellen xx

Both heads shot up as there was a knock at the door.
"I'll get it!" Flora beamed, jumping up and grabbing her purse from the coffee table.
"Thank God for pizza delivery men," Clive sighed, resting his head on his knees. It hadn't necessarily been an unpleasant pause after the somewhat accidental compliment swap, just a bit of an awkward one. He had meant what he'd said, she really was pretty. Heck, even in her pyjamas with no makeup on she was stunning. He just couldn't find the words to tell her properly, and that was what he needed. He sat up quickly again when he heard the girl returning, grinning as she wobbled under a pile of boxes.
"I thought you only got two pizzas," he chuckled, lifting the two top boxes from her so she could see a little better.
"I did, but then there's garlic bread, and the two boxes on the top are chips," she explained, sinking to the floor. "He said he threw them in for free. I like Matt. Matt's cool. He's like a my brother-slash-pizza god, which is always a good thing," she giggled, beginning to open all of the containers beside her. They were literally just starting to eat when there was a second knock at the door, which was noted with a pair of confused looks.
"Maybe he short changed me, he's done that a couple of times," Flora shrugged, climbing to her feet and running to get it.
She bit back a cry as she found it not to be Matt in the doorway but somebody else. Somebody neither of them were in a hurry to see.

"Oh, uh, Luke, uh, hey," she giggled nervously, plastering on a falsely bright smile as she held open the door. "I thought you weren't coming until tomorrow."
She took a few steps back to close the living room door, coughing to hide the sound of Clive scurrying to hide, then stepped forwards again to hear the boy's reply.
"Oh, I know, but I was walking past your house on the way home when I couldn't help but notice our good friend Matt leaving your garden, and, me being me, was wondering if there was any spare pizza," he shrugged, gazing up at her with hopeful eyes. As much as he'd changed, she still couldn't turn him away when he pulled that face, and, sighing, allowed him to step inside.
Bruno, as always, came rushing to see the new guest. He'd been banished to the kitchen and the hallway on the film day, because as Flora had mentioned, it was incredibly difficult to watch a film with a huge hunk of dog stretched out in front of you. The huge hunk of dog, however, was not happy.
"Hallo Bruno, Flora been treating you well? No? Well do go on," Luke frowned, sitting on the floor beside him.
"Uh, do you want pizza or not?" The girl muttered impatiently from the living room doorway. "Shit, I always forget he can talk to animals. Always. Bruno please, please don't tell him about-"
"You have a boy living with you now?"
Flora felt as though the ground would swallow her up right then and there. "Um... Maybe..."
"Who?"
She sighed again, resting a hand against her head. She hadn't meant to tell him like this, and even the best improvisers struggle when really put on the spot. "I was going to... He's... Just come in here." She beckoned for him to follow her, telling him to wait while she hunted out her housemate. She found him curled up in a cupboard in an entirely different room, finishing the slice of pizza he'd managed to take with him. "Come on," she mumbled timidly, grabbing his hand and pulling him to his feet, "Bruno grassed you up."
Clive didn't have time to ask what she had meant, finding himself being dragged from his spot as back into the sitting room, and thrust onto a seat opposite Luke. Luke. His heart sank, "well this can't be good..."
It wasn't.
The younger boy paled visibly, as the memories of future London and the problems it has produced came flooding back. "Y-you! You monster! You!" He gasped, hurtling out of his seat and throwing his hands around Clive's throat. He was surprisingly strong now, and the older lad was turning slightly purple by the time he managed to prise the young boy's fingers from his neck.
"Luke, please, let me explain," he croaked, holding the boy's scratching hands at a distance, "just hear me out ok? I promise, it's not what you think."
He was only just beginning to take in the number one apprentice's new appearance as he spoke, and was a little taken aback by his new style. The signature blue cap had been exchanged for a SnapBack of the same colour, sitting loosely at an angle on his gelled-but-not-overly-gelled hair. The clothes were different too, Luke having completely ditched the jumper and shirt for a plain white t-shirt, and the dark green shorts had grown into chinos. It was an overall more grown up look, Clive supposed, but it would certainly take some getting used to. It wasn't just the way Luke dressed that had changed, however. He'd slimmed down a lot, although his arms remained slightly muscled, and had gotten so much taller since Clive last saw him that it's was almost hard to believe that they were the same person.

Luke backed off a little, throwing himself back into his chair but never taking his eyes away from Clive.
"It better bloody not be," he snarled.

Scared as I am, please do give me your opinions on "New Luke"

I'm... Curious...

~nellen xx