Hallo, Before I do anything else, I need to ask you lot a favour.
Basically, when I named this, I already had the final few chapters in mind (which have changed a LOT since), and I had this really really cheesy idea, and I've basically decided to draw the line. I don't really want to use them anymore, because they were just so cliched and pretty sickly (in the sugary way), and I just don't know if they'll work anymore. So, I was wondering;
Can you help me to rename this fic? Or should I just leave the name as it is?
Please leave an answer in a review or a PM or something (still haven't worked out polls :L) and a possible new name if that's what you think should happen, all suggestions welcome. Thankyou :)
You're pretty sharp too, Rosalia... Pretty sharp indeed.. Starstar you always make me laugh haha, ah I know the feeling though:L
I'm a UK kid Kriscrable, but I've always wanted to visit the US some day :) and TripleC, I don't even think I do know what's going on haha! I just sort of go with the flow ;)
Oh, and since it's half term (late nights and lie ins wooooh!), and this is again another shortie, I think I'll make it a double upload!
Just too good to y'all ;) ~nellen xx
"Flora, are you okay?" Clive murmured quietly, knocking gently on her bedroom door. She'd been in there almost all day, in complete silence, which was really starting to worry her friend.
"What do you want?" The girl sniffed, opening the door a teeny bit to peer at him through the crack.
"I brought you a cup of tea," he smiled reassuringly, "I just wanted to check you were alright."
"Well I'm just fine," she replied indignantly, softening up when his face fell slightly. "I'm sorry Clive, I didn't get much sleep last night, and-"
"Say no more, say no more," he chuckled, handing her the cup though the door, "I don't wish to know of you and your sordid little ways."
"No, it's not like that," she blushed, biting her lip as the cup trembled in her hands.
"Are you cold?" He frowned, changing the subject to spare her embarrassment.
"A little."
"Well why didn't you say?" Clive smiled again, slipping off the blanket he had wrapped around his shoulders and gently laying it on hers. "You can go back to bed of you want, I'll stay quiet, I promise."
"Thanks," she tried to smile herself, failing miserably, "I, I really appreciate it."
Without thinking, the boy leant forwards, lips brushing her head with another gentle kiss. His cheeks flushed red, "I'm sorry, just, I worry about you, okay?" And with that he ran off, hiding downstairs until he thought she'd gone to sleep, mentally kicking himself for being so stupid.
"Why? Why did I? Ugh!" He ran his hands through his hair, jumping in fright as something big and fluffy brushed past his leg.
"Oh, hey Bruno, sorry for yelling," he smiled apologetically, letting the dog lick his hand, "hey, I know we went on that big walk yesterday, but how about we go again? Just you and me. I think Flora needs some space, and I need to clear my head."
"Yes," he decided, "I need to clear my head."