This was meant to be the end of the last chapter and then I decided it looked too long and now I kinda wish I had just mushed them, oh well :L
Thanks again for reviewing you guys, and that mug sounds awesome thelostcullengirl! I wish I'd taken DT now haha, and yeah kriscrable I think it is pretty sweet, almost, gentlemanly ;) Clive probably was in Starstar's cupboard Rosalia, then apparated back to the bathroom. Oh wow, maybe Starstar has a vanishing cabinet! That would be awesome. (also well done to you if you get those references, and even more well done if you spot the Mr Nobody one in this chapter, if you've seen the film of course [which I kind of doubt, but it's worth a shot right? ^_^])
And finally to Triple C, it feels amazing, a bit weird, but really amazing.
My face hasn't worked out what to do yet, just grins awkwardly at how nice you all are, then at how strange it is to think there are people reading the stuff I write and actually enjoying it xD
'til next time you lovely lovely people, and now I have some CoS to watch :D ~awkward littleradge/sci-fi fangirl nellen :) xx
"I think I might have to go back to bed, the professor'll be here in like nine hours and I want at least seven of those to be sleep," the girl yawned, finally breaking the pause that had followed. No more questions had been asked after that. Flora was curious, sure, but knew she'd feel wrong asking about his private life and dredging up memories he'd tried so hard to banish. She climbed clumsily to her feet, her legs numb from the cool bathroom tiles.
"Here," Clive stood up to help her, but she shook her head and smiled.
"It's okay, I'm fine, really."
"You sure?" He frowned, following her out of the room and onto the landing. He stumbled slightly, grabbing the handrail for support.
"I think you're the one that needs help," she laughed, pulling his arm around her shoulder and sliding hers around his waist, "you know if you're not up to it tomorrow I can make your excuses. I imagine seeing Luke again probably isn't top of your priorities."
"Meh," Clive shrugged, "depends on how sober I am. Or hungover. I don't really get hangovers anymore though, you know? I think it's a talent."
"I think it's a danger," his friend muttered, almost falling herself under his weight. Not that he weighed much, however. He was still a twig compared to most, even if he had filled out a little since the streets.
"It's not a danger, the only danger I've got to face is remembering too much," Clive slurred, suddenly overcome by the alcohol coursing through his veins, "and even then I'm sure it's nothing I can't face without a little Dutch Courage."
"Liquid confidence," Flora sighed, sitting him down on the bed.
"Hey, that's a You Me At Six song," he grinned, pulling off his shirt and jeans. Flora looked away, blushing slightly in the dark room.
"Flora, chill, I'm in my boxers, not naked," he laughed, falling into the bed. "Ugh, you're so beautiful you know."
"That's not you, that's the tequila talking," she giggled nervously, pulling the covers over him so she'd feel less awkward. Where he'd filled out, he'd filled out quite well, now that she saw it properly. His ribs were a lot less sticky-out, and his arms were a little musclier. She wasn't really sure why she was noticing this, but she did all the same, being careful not to stare for too long.
"I don't like tequila, tastes awful," the boy grumbled, "and why do pretty people never believe they're pretty? I hope Mark tells you you're pretty, I mean I would if I were him. I wouldn't let a day go by without telling you how lovely you are."
"You're very sweet you know, any girl would be lucky to have you," Flora smiled, before quickly adding "drunk or not!" to the end, giggling nervously. "Oh well, I really should get some sleep, good night Clive!"
"Night!" He grinned again, burying himself in blankets and pillows.
He watched her turn to leave, feeling a sharp pang in his chest.
"You're the first and last person I ever loved, of course it was going to hurt," he murmured under his breath, as the door closed softly behind her.