THE END IS NIGHHH!

Well not literally, there's another 4 chapters (inc. this one) to go, but, yeah. I've brought it to a cute little close at 50 chapters long, BUT (and this is a big but and I can not lie), there is most likely going to be a sort of sequel in the very near future. Which is basically an extension of the story, but I thought 50 chapters was quite a lot, and it seemed like a nice place to end, so, yeah :)
I haven't managed to play Ib yet, Szayel's Angel, for many reasons (wimpiness and an inability to download things very well on the internet without trashing her laptop, no matter how safe the download is being the main two :L), but I do quite like Garry, so I'm guessing I'd get pretty sad with that :(
The Professor Layton games didn't really affect me the first time (shocking I know), but I did really love them, so I decided to play them again, and that's when they all began to hit :L
Unashamed to admit I cried at the end of Unwound Future. And Pandora's Box. Not Curious Village though, which was a bit weird :L
Kriscrable it might be a British person thang, I'm not sure haha, Starstar covered the lyrics pretty excellently though xD
Rosaliaaa :3 I think Layton and Luke probably just didn't know the whole extent of what he was doing, and agh I know! (o_o') that scene gets me every time . Also well done on that test, I'm guessing you might be a bit of a 'just go for it and pray you don't fail' person like me haha x)
Nellie is by far the cutest thing anyone's ever called me ever Ayasumi, in fact that's how I'm going to sign off for this chapter :3 GLAD YOU LIKED IT :D
Thank you AllTimeLol xD I don't know if there's a rehab for story addiction, but if there was I'd probably have to go a few times O.o hahaha
Triple C, long time no C (C what I did there? C it? C it? ;)) ahh it's nice to have you back in my reviews again hun :)
We're doing sound in Physics at the minute Thelostcullengirl, which means a lot of white noise and high pitched whiney things ;_; thanks for the review, and aw I bet they weren't thaaat draining hehe :P

Think I've covered everything, ciao for now! ~Nellie ^_^ xx

The kiss lasted longer than last time, Clive surrendering to it only seconds after it began.
It was sweeter than last time too, gentler, and neither of them were in much of a hurry to break apart when Flora resurfaced for air.

"Sorry not sorry this time," she smiled, cheeks still glowing rosy pink.
The boy just laughed, "good, because I've wanted to do that for ages," leaning in again, hesitating slightly, and closing his eyes as she had done before.
He hadn't really kissed anyone properly in a while, and had forgotten how good it felt. He didn't really want it to end, and somehow he got the feeling she didn't either.
There was a passion there, a spark, like something had clicked into place, and it was no surprise to either of them when Flora requested he stay in her bed that, so she could keep an eye on his cut of course.
Clive fetched his blankets from the spare room too, curling up on the bed and waiting her. It was a slightly weird but definitely not unpleasant thing, he'd decided, and he pretended to sleep while she got changed.

He was a gentleman, of that there was no doubt, but even the most gentlemanly of gentlemen couldn't have resisted a few glances at her as she skipped around the room.
The girl made sure not to directly face him anyways, which, while protecting her for the most part, did mean that he saw a little more than she'd've liked.

"No way!" Clive gasped, completely forgetting he was meant to be pretend sleeping, "Flora Reinhold's got a tattoo above her arse!"
"Shut up!" She giggled, throwing a pillow at him and quickly wrapping a blanket around her waist to hide it. "It was a mistake, alright? A, slightly tipsy, bet was made on my eighteenth birthday. I think the less said about it the better."
"Sure, sure," the boy chuckled, pulling the covers over his eyes, "what does it say?"
"It's a song. Well, part of a song."
"That's a weird tattoo."
"No," Flora laughed, pulling the covers back from his face and turning around to show him. She had shorts on at least now, so it'd be a lot less embarrassing.

In small elegant letters, across the small of her back, was a short section of a song that Clive was sure he recognised.

"See? It's the first verse of Where Is My Mind. It was my favourite song for a while, and I guess for a drunken accident it's still alright."
"It's awesome," he grinned sleepily, a grin that only widened when she slipped under the covers beside him.

"Whatever, breathe a word of it to Luke or the Professor and you are a dead man, Dove," she laughed, stealing some more of the blankets from his half of the bed.
She yawned and closed her eyes, "night Clive."
"Night Flora," he chirped, digging himself further down into the sheets. He closed his eyes, and waited for sleep to take hold, but all he could see was the tattoo on her back, and the verse that he began to remember had meant a lot to him in the darker moments of his youth.

With your feet in the air and your head on the ground
Try this trick, and spin it, yeah
Your head will collapse, if there's nothing in it, and you ask yourself;
Where is my mind?

Where is my mind?