So like an hour after posting the last chapter, I magically got my creative spark back (and discovered a few of the prewritten chapters I had hidden away in case I decided to use them), and it turns out I'm back on target yayay ^.^
I'm still gonna keep them to single uploads for now though, I mean some of them are short even for me, but I don't want to get too cocky too quickly, because I am well aware I probably will fall victim to multiple distractions in the near future (we're writing and rewriting fairy tales in English which is like my dream task :3) and this is a thing that might probably happen again.. Sorry about this, I'm not losing interest or anything (you guys keep me wanting to write :)), I'm just very very bad with time handling and procrastination and things :L
Being half left is just an expression Starstar x) I don't think I could bring myself to cut Clive in half ;_;
I'll be your friend Kriscrable ^_^ Even though I'm a girl haha x)
Szayel's Angel, it's cool aha, I'm just one of those people who will stare at a word for hours like 'I have spelled this right.. Right?' I get what you mean though, I mean who can resist a bad boy? Haha ;)
Ayasumi thankyoou ehehe, means a lot :3 xo
Maybe he was complimenting her Rosalia, but I guess we'll never know :P
Thelostcullengirl you might not have to wait long... Just not this chapter ;D
Alrighty, I'm done, enjoy the chapter, have a nice rest of the day :) ~nellen xx
Clive woke up to complete and utter silence the next day, which alarmed him a lot more than he'd expected. Tiptoeing silently across the landing, he nudged open Flora's bedroom door with the tip of his foot, never looking in but always listening.
There was no one in there, he was sure of it. But if there was no one in there, then where was Flora?
She wasn't anywhere upstairs, a quick and quiet search had told him, and after a look in the sitting room, the kitchen, and even the garden, he soon discovered that she just wasn't there.
After failing to find his friend, he decided he should try and hunt for a note.
This was a search that also proved to be fruitless, a fact that only alarmed the boy even more.
It was only after checking the messages on the phone and a second search of the house that he finally had an idea that might actually be useful.
"Bruno!" Clive called, muttering "my God I'm a genius,"under his breath, "Bruno come here!"
The dog ambled into the kitchen, looking equal parts confused and annoyed.
"Right, Bruno, just wait there a sec," he quickly picked up the phone again, finding Luke's number and hitting the call button.
"Hey, uh Luke, you know how you can talk to animals?"
"Yes..."
"Can you ask Bruno where Flora is 'cause she's like disappeared with no note or anything," Clive almost laughed at how crazy he must sound, and at the boy's reply of "I'm not your slave."
"Please?"
Luke sighed, "sure," and listened to what the dog had to say.
"Bruno says a guy turned up to see her, wanted to go for a walk and a drink or something, oh, and can you not wake him up anymore. He did not appreciate that. Whether Flora is missing or not. Well that was just plain rude."
Clive scowled at Bruno for a second, then said thanks to Luke and hung up the phone.
"A guy turned up to see her."
Clive bit his lip, running his fingers through his hair.
Only one guy would want to see Flora at this time of day.
Mark.