*sighs* You have no idea of the relief I felt when I realised nobody had any major hate for "New Luke", so before I say anything else I want to say thanks for that, I feel slightly more at ease continuing to use him in the future chapters now :3
Now, to Triple C, I'd imagine Clive has filled out a bit since he moved in from the streets, sorry I just never got chance to really mention it much. I think it's gonna crop up in the near future though so maybe you'll get a better answer from that :) and to thelostcullengirl, I'm afraid he might get a bit... Eviler at first, but he'll get better, I hope;) Starstar good luck with your Clive hunt, and I know how you feel about food protectiveness (I bought Ben and Jerry's ice cream, got home to find the brother had demolished it. THE ENTIRE TUB WAS GONE), and Rosalia I'm glad you enjoyed it and thanks for making me smile :)
Wooh, think I covered everything. Thanks again for the reviews, favourites and follows guys, love you all :3 ~nellen xx
Flora was bored, and a little bit scared. The two boys had banished her from the room, and she was worried about what was going on at the other side of the door. She had never expected Luke to lunge at him like that, nor Clive to respond so calmly. She pressed her ear to the door, determined to hear what was going on.
"Look, I promise you, I've changed. I'm a lot better now, I've done my time, and I'm not going to hurt anyone anymore. I promise. I know how much you care about Flora, but you've got to understand that I care too."
Flora slid down to the floor, crawling away to sit at the opposite side. Listening in felt kind of wrong, once she'd understood what they were talking about. Who they were talking about.
"So Luke, are we okay now?" Clive asked uncertainly, running his fingers warily over his neck. He didn't particularly want to be throttled again, and was relieved to find that he wasn't.
"I don't think we'll ever be okay," Luke grumbled under his breath, glaring angrily at the floor, "but we can be civil at least. It'll take some time to trust you again, since it was so harshly broken last time."
Clive winced at his scathing remark, "I told you, I'm not like that anymore. I'm not pretending to be anybody, I'm just me."
"Whatever," Luke muttered, standing up to let Flora back in. She hurriedly wiped her eyes as she heard the door open, leaping to her feet and running in to check on the damages. Nope, none. The two boys were sitting on opposite chairs with stony expressions and clenched fists. She cast a few quick glances at Clive, pleased to not see anymore marks or scratches from her friend. She didn't even look at Luke, knowing that her housemate wouldn't touch him. As tough as he made out to be, Clive was still very vulnerable, and even the thought of merely visiting prison set him off in shivers. He wanted to keep the record clean this time, and Flora didn't blame him.
"So, uh, have a nice... Chat?" She asked timidly, not wanting to aggravate things further between her two friends.
"You could say that." Clive surprised her by being the first to talk, and by doing it so calmly with a very weak smile, "I think it'll take some work, but, we're okay."
"Yeah," Luke nodded in bitter agreement, "what he said."
Flora smiled thinly, slipping into a seat next to Clive, who looked less ready to kill someone than his recent sparring partner. "Oh... Good?"
"Good," he nodded, moving along so she'd be more comfortable.
Luke observed them silently, a sly smirk worming it's way onto his face. "Flora, what does Mark think about this?"
Flora's heart stopped. He wouldn't, would he? Luke wouldn't do this. Not sweet, innocent little Luke. But this wasn't sweet innocent little Luke. This was different, rebellious teenager-from-hell Luke, and he most certainly would.
Would what? Dun dun dunnnn...