Boo! I hath returned (with the right chapter this time, I am sorry about that haha -_-), with another little installment of le fic :)
I wish I spoke more languages Rosalia, but thank you for the kawaii comment, et vous êtes les bienvenus (or is it de rien?:)) for the chapters :3
And AyasumiMamera, you'll get that kiss eventually ;) which definitely isn't meant to sound as creepy as it does haha
Hope you like it, happy reading! ~nellen :) xx
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"Ugh, I wonder who that is," Flora frowned sleepily, grabbing weakly at the air. "Be a dear and chuck me my phone would you Clive?"
The boy paused on his way to the kitchen, nodded, and picked up the phone. A small smile played on his tired face, "here, catch." It landed with a light clap in her hands, and she slid her finger across the screen to read the text. Clive continued on into the kitchen for some water, not noticing the suddenly worried look the girl gained.
"Who was it?" He called, jumping when the answer came from right behind him.
"Mark, it was Mark, you have to leave!" Flora wailed, eyes wide in horror. "He says he's going to visit, he wants to see me, oh Clive you have to go!"
"Where can I go?" He mumbled, now equally worried, not to mention confused. He supposed there was the pub, or Len's, but he doubted he'd be welcome on such short notice. He wasn't even sure why he had to leave in the first place.
"I don't know," Flora's voice had raised in pitch, as she struggled to contain her nerves, eyes lighting up as she had an idea.
"The Professor's, you can go to the Professor's," she paused, then nodded, "yeah, there."
"I thought he said he wasn't free until next Saturday," Clive frowned, still confused.
"No but Luke'll be in, and it's Saturday night so he'll be up pretty late, I'll text him, just, go grab some stuff, hide what you don't take," she smiled briskly, annoyed that her
voice had betrayed the paranoia she was feeling. Clive still didn't understand, but knew better than to argue, and ran off upstairs to get what he needed.
Flora quickly pulled out her phone again, desperately searching through her contacts until she found Luke. She decided ringing would be faster, deftly pressing the buttons and holding it to her ear.
"Hello?"
"Hey, Luke," she bit her lip, unsure of how to ask, or rather, tell. "Clive's coming over tonight, I'm not, he'll explain when he gets there. I know it's short notice, but I know you're not busy. Please, you owe me one. Thanks."
She'd only just hung up when Clive returned, now holding his small rucksack that he used to keep with him on the streets.
"One problem, I don't know where the Professor lives," he almost laughed, but decided it would be inappropriate.
"Oh, crap, uh," Flora paused, hands on her temples as she racked her brains for an address, "Hollywell Avenue I think. Yeah. Ten Hollywell Avenue, that's it."
"Okay," he nodded, fiddling nervously with the end of his sleeves, "I'll get Luke to text when I get there."
"Thank you," she whispered, slipping her arms under his and resting her head against his chest.
The hug only lasted a minute or so before they gently broke apart, Flora standing on tiptoes to kiss his cheek.
"Goodbye Clive, I'll see you soon."
The boy blushed, his face tingling where her lips had brushed it. "Goodbye to you too Flora, stay safe," he mumbled, voice growing firmer with the next line, "and if he tries anything funny, you let me know straight away and I'll be right back here to stop him."
Flora smiled sadly as she waved goodbye again from the window, turning away as her eyes grew cloudy with tears.
She only hoped he'd get away before Mark saw him. She didn't want Clive getting hurt too.