Project V (Clementine X Male Reader Book 4)

Happy?

You've forgotten about your worries. Even if she is a clone, it doesn't matter. The woman walking in front of you, talking to Marina right now, is Clementine. You can't help smiling as you watch her gawk at the city.

Brooklyn: Look at you.

She bumps into you.

Brooklyn: You've dropped your whole, "What if she's a clone."

Even with her in your head, she's able to lower her tone when she mocks you.

You: Well, she seems to be Clem.

Brooklyn: Yes, she does.

You: You're not going to be upset if I come in here and spend time with her, right?

Brooklyn: Pfft, no.

She flashes her hand at you.

Brooklyn: You tied to knot and then put a child in me. You're stuck. That's not even mentioning the chips in our heads. Can't escape me.

She grabs your arm.

Brooklyn: You're all mine.

You lean down and kiss her.

You: I'm good with that.

Brooklyn: You're not supposed to talk while we're kissing.

You: But we can, so why not?

Brooklyn: You're an idiot.

You: Well, this idiot gets to sleep with you next to him.

Brooklyn: Because you're my idiot. I need your stupid to balance out my smart.

You: I feel like you're trying to insult me, but I don't feel insulted.

Brooklyn: Because you beat all the other guys to get me.

You: So humble.

Brooklyn: Yeah, I know.

You bump into Marina and Clementine and pull apart.

Marina: You two are nuts.

You: Why?

Marina: Do you ever stop?

You: Hey, we have a day off. We're enjoying it.

Marina: You have the night off. You don't have the day off.

You: Yes, ma'am.

Brooklyn: Oooo, you got in trouble.

You: We got in trouble.

Brooklyn: Looked like she was talking to you.

You: She was talking to us. She said you two.

Clem: Do they do this often?

She's referring to the two of you just staring at each other as you talk inside your heads.

Marina: They have some chip in their heads. They're talking, just not out loud.

Clementine looks a little stunned by it. It is weird. Most people wouldn't be able to keep a straight face if you told them you had a chip that you communicate with your partner in your head.

You: Sorry.

She turns around and starts walking away.

Marina: You've done nothing wrong.

Brooklyn: Where are we headed now, Marina? It's getting pretty late.

Marina: My house. Gonna call it a night.