Hai internet, you gonna work for five minutes while I upload this? Please? A-tank you.
BT always seems to hate me, I don't know why, but it does. On off on off on off. Infuriating :L
AllTimeLol IM SORRY I KNOW IT WAS MEAN:(
Wow you guys all really care about Flora huh? Rosalia I think you were pretty accurate with that summary, it does seem to be that way doesn't it?
I promise you lot, it'll all get better in time :) DFTBA ~nellen xx

Oh, and one more thing- MERRY PANCAKE DAY! :DD XO

It took Clive a few minutes to remember where he was and why he was there that bright Sunday morning. Sort of curled up on the Professor's sofa, he heard the sound of Luke clattering about in the kitchen, and felt the breeze from the open window wash over his sleepy body. He threw off his blanket, rubbing his eyes and yawning, still trying to piece together the rest of it. Flora had sort of thrown him out because Mark wanted to see her, he and Luke had sat and played video games until two in the morning, Luke had gone off to bed around three and Clive had gone to sleep not long after that. The Professor was busy with work or something, and so the two were home alone. The boy yawned again, looking up as Luke returned to the room.
"Flora's texted, it's safe to go home," he mumbled, the glow of the phone screen lighting up his face. "She's totally fine and it all went fine."
"Oh... Good?"
Luke raised his eyebrows, "whatever gets you through in life."
"Um... Alright..." Clive frowned, already beginning to pack his stuff back into his rucksack. He gathered the fact that the gaming thing was probably a one off, but he didn't really care. He didn't have a problem with Luke anymore, and he just hoped Luke didn't have any with him either.
"Well bye then," the boy in question muttered, pointing meaningfully at the door. "I have some friends coming round later, I don't want you here when they do."
"Hope you don't treat them like this," Clive murmured under his breath, laughing quietly as he slung his bag over his shoulder.
Luke followed him to the door, hovering awkwardly as he watched his friend, well, he supposed they were sort of friends, leave.
"Uh, Clive," he called, voice cracking slightly, "I-I don't hate you, a-as much as I did anyway."

Clive paused by the gate, smiling back at the boy in the doorway, "I don't hate you either, oh, and text Flora if you're stuck with those zombies again. It'd be a pleasure to tear some undead heads off again."

Luke nodded, grinning as he waved goodbye, "sure thing, Commander Clive, sure thing."