I've already tried this once today but my laptop was all like 'aw hell naw' and glitched the *swears a few times* up, and I had to restart it then it reglitched and argahsgahgehrghrhg -_-
It's fixed now though, I think *sighs* :)
Lolidge19 you are forgiven haha, I wouldn't have minded really, it's the writing that counts really :) *cliches ftw*
I will take you up on that offer someday Thelostcullengirl, someday ;) I did really consider the whole Flora getting preggers thing, but I've come to realise that barely any of my writing doesn't end up with someone pregnant/injured/dead, so I might try and sway away from that, but I guess we'll see haha ;)
Szayel's Angel I think I will get round to playing it eventually, I really want to get more into the story (I loved it, but I'm confused by it :L), and yeah, Pewdie and Cry will probably come in handy hahaha x)
Starstar noooo :( I can't, I haven't got a 3DS, just a normal DSi, so I've had to accept missing out on Miracle Mask until I save up for one or something.. Same goes for Pokemon X and Y, which look fantabulous too :(
Nope, never had to climb a rope yet Rosalia :P I think that might be an American thing, I think I might have done something similar once in middle school, but at the moment we're just skipping, playing on dance mats (which I keep falling off because I'm too lazy/my left leg is too useless to use both legs. Same goes for my left hand now I think about it, apart from when it comes to typing :L) and until now I hadn't heard about the new Layton game, ahh I'm so behind haha :')
Kriscrable aww haha, well I'm afraid this will eventually :3 but there will most likely be something sequelish coming up, so don't be too downhearted :) Rosalia's from America too (right..?), but I'm not sure about everyone else :P
Wait, where are you guys from? It's really weird thinking there are people in other countries reading this x)
Until next time! ~nellen :) xx

It took Flora a while to realise who's waist she'd wrapped her arms around during the night, and who's bare chest her head was resting on when she woke up.
Apparently she wasn't very good at the whole 'my half, your half,' part of the bed deal, but she didn't really care.

Clive didn't care either.
He'd woken up slightly earlier than her, but never moved or made a noise. She looked too comfortable and peaceful to disturb.
"You're better than any hot water bottle ever made," she laughed sleepily, curling up closer towards him.
He stretched and yawned, grinning somewhat smugly and kissing the crown of her head. "You're beautiful in the morning, you know. I never said anything before, but I've always thought it."
"Thanks, you're not so bad yourself."

There was a moment of silence, and then, "Clive? Um, do you... Do you think we could just not talk about yesterday?"

"What?" He frowned, instantly retracting his arm from her shoulders, "sorry, I mean, yeah."
"No, I don't mean like that," she whispered, lacing her fingers through his and pulling his arm back around her. "I mean, I just want to forget about Mark. Completely. I just don't want to go through all that again."
"I won't hurt you, Flora. I promise that at least."
"No, I know that, I just don't want to keep talking about it."
"Oh... I understand."
"You do?"
"I do."

They lay there in silence once more, staring dreamily at the ceiling, enjoying each others company even without talking.
Eventually, Clive spoke up again.
"Would you... Do you want to go out for breakfast this morning? There's this nice little coffee shop at the other side of town a while ago, and I always meant to take you some day."
"Sure, sounds like a nice idea," she smiled, nuzzling into his side, "just a few more minutes like this."
Clive chuckled, as she closed her eyes and pulled the covers over her head, yawning quietly.

It was amazing how quickly she could fall asleep, he mused, awkwardly easing himself out from under her grasp. As much fun as he was having, and as happy as he was, his head still ached, and a few of the cuts were beginning to sting.
Flora stirred slightly when he moved, and he quietly shushed her back to sleep, kissing her forehead and tiptoeing away.

"Ugh," he muttered, inspecting the cut on his head in the bathroom mirror. It wasn't infected, but it still hurt.
He checked the rest of his face, almost pleasantly surprised by the lack of bruising.
His eyes were both fine, Mark having failed to blacken them like he had Flora's, and his cheeks were free of dark purple patches.

As much as he hated the man, and knew not to talk about it, Clive couldn't help but wonder how Mark was now.
He knew he'd won, that the other had come of a lot worse, but his mind continued drifting through all the possibilities.
Dead would be too much to ask for, intensive care was a step too far, but everything before and in between was certainly enough for Clive.

Another smug little smile had worked its way onto his lips by the time he returned to the bedroom.

It was nice being the hero for once.