Lolidge19 ooh a new reader! Hallo, hope you enjoy the fic, but I wouldn't get too used to lot's of double uploads haha, only one for tonight :)
Rosalia, awesome as always, IT IS THE WOMBATS YAAY :D Starstar, it's kay :) I know a lot of them are kind of not as well known as many other songs *pushes hipster glasses further up nose and looks around with shifty eyes*
Kriscrable, if you're talking about me, then yeah I've got a British accent :3 Geordie, if you're wondering, not sure if you'll know it though :L (remember when we sent Cheryl Cole over to do X Factor and you sent her back because you couldn't understand? I have an accent a bit like hers :L)
But if you're talking about Clive, then of course he has a British accent haha, and a very sexy singing voice ;) AND HAPPY BIRTHDAY FOR FRIDAY WOOH :D
AyasumiMamera, thankyoou :) I'll try and keep up with the quicker updates haha xo
Thelostcullengirl really? Ooh.. Awkward.. I mean, I knew it wasn't set in super modern times, but I didn't realise it was in the 70s... *awkwardshameface*.. I did kind of want to make it a more modern version anyways though, so if it's okay Imma keep it that way :) However, the song in this chapter is definitely more time-appropriate. I like a lot of music from around then anyways :)
AllTimeLol IM SORRY YOU GOT ME ITS HOW I GET MY KICKS! Only joking, but Im sorry all the same x)
There, I think I've covered it. Only one chapter tonight, my wonderful reading buddies, but it's longer than usual so I suppose that's alright. Right? Right :)
Lots o' love ~nellen :3 xx

Apparently girls like The Wombats, because as soon as Clive had stepped down from the stage for another drink, he was immediately swamped by his, well, fans. The girl who'd sat on his knee now had an arm wrapped around his waist, clinging to his hip like a toddler.
"Um, maybe, you've had a bit much to drink," he mumbled, now feeling incredibly uneasy at how close she was getting.
"Maybe you just haven't had enough," she purred, or rather slurred, kissing his cheek and swapping the arm around his waist for her leg.
"Um, okay, well, if you wait here, I'll um, I'll go get one," he smiled awkwardly, slipping out of her grasp and fighting the urge to laugh as she stumbled forwards in her sky high heels and accidentally groped her friend in the process.

"All the attention getting to you sweetheart?"
"Huh, oh, a bit," the boy chuckled, glancing up at Sally with glowing cheeks, "I might head off after one more song, it's a bit, well..."
"It's alright, I understand," she laughed, sliding him a glass of water across the bar, "I can kick her out if she's really getting to you, you know."
"No, I'm alright thanks," he muttered, looking around the room. "I don't suppose you saw Flora go did you? I can't see her anywhere."
"Oh, yes, she left with that boy not long ago. She looked a bit upset when all those girls were treating you like a climbing frame, but then he got back from the bar and she seemed to cheer up. You haven't had a fight have you?" The barmaid frowned, polishing up a few more glasses.

Clive sighed, closing his eyes. "I'm really not sure."
"Ah well, you're both still young, and this stuff all works out in time. You'll get your girl eventually," Sally gave him a sympathetic pat on the arm and turned to serve another customer, "I'd go up and do your final song now if I were you, before that lass gets her hands on you again."
The boy nodded, sneaking his way back to the stage before the girl could see him.

"I think this'll be my last song for tonight," he began, gaining a few "aw"s from the people watching. "I know, I'm sorry, but I'll be back soon," he smiled and picked up his guitar again. "This last one, kind of means something to me, more than the one I just did, but my version's a bit different to the original. Don't suppose there's any Joy Division fans in the room is there?"
A couple of older drinkers cheered, and the boy grinned and waved, "well then, this one's for you."

He took a deep breath, as the lyrics flooded his mind.

"When routine bites hard, and ambitions are low.
And resentment rides high, but emotions won't grow.
And we're changing our ways, taking different roads.
Then love, love will tear us apart again.
Love, love will tear us apart again.
Why is the bedroom so cold?
You've turned away on your side.
Is my timing that flawed?
Our respect runs so dry.
Yet there's still this appeal, that we've kept through our lives.
But love, love will tear us apart again.
Love, love will tear us apart again.
Do you cry out in your sleep?
All my feelings exposed.
Get a taste in my mouth, as desperation takes hold.
Is it that something so good, just can't function no more.
But love, love will tear us apart again.
Love, love will tear us apart again.
Love, love will tear us apart again.
Love, love will tear us apart again."

Yes, the chorus meant a lot to him.