Picture Perfect 2 - ONGOING - Clouis (SEQUEL)

Chapter 1

'Hey, Clementine.
I didn't mean to fall for you. But it was hard not to, since you're you. I saw Louis leave Monday.. and he still hasn't come back yet. Why?
I'll see you later, Clementine.
Xo'

"Who the hell..?" Clem mutters as she rereads the letter, then looking around her quickly as she folds it back. She swiftly collects the rest of the mail and goes back inside the house. Who could've done this? Well, loads of people could've done it- there were lots of people that hated her for.. certain reasons.

It could've been Sophie.. but how would she know Louis left if she was in prison? Clem had just spoke to Minnie yesterday - yesterday being Thursday - and she had said that Sophie was in fact still there.

"Hey, Vi?" Clem calls out as she knocks on the blondes room door, "Can I talk to you for a minute? It's.. it's kinda an emergency." The door opens, and there stands Violet, dressed in a hoodie in sweatpants - like usual these days.

"What's up?" She yawns as she tiredly rubs her eyes.

After her and Minnie broke up, Violet had been sleeping for almost every hour of the day. Some days she didn't even eat.

Clem walks into the room with a fast pace, opening the letter back up and putting it on Violet's desk for her to see. "Shit. That came in the mail? For you?" Vi asks after she reads it.

Clem crosses her arms and rolls her eyes with sarcasm, "Yeah, no shit it's for me. Who else do you know who's name is Clementine. And how the fuck would they know that Louis left?"

"Okay, okay." Violet replies with her hands in the air for her defense. Clem starts to chew her nails - something that she always did when she was nervous or anxious. "Maybe.. maybe it's Sophie?" The blonde asks.

"No. She's in jail - Minerva said so. I talked to her yesterday so it can't be Sophie."

"Wait.. you talked to Minnie?" Violet asks with a glare.

Clem rolls her eyes again, "Yes. Just because you and her broke up doesn't mean I can completely cut her off."

Violet sighs in defeat, looking back down at the letter.

"Now can we please focus on the main task here?" Clem growls.

"Yeah, yeah. Alright... is there anyone who used to be obsessed with you like this?"

"No- or else I wouldn't be freaking the fuck out right now!" The brunette now yells, clearly stressed and panicked. "Louis CAN NOT find out about this." She adds.

Violet scoffs, "What?! I thought you two were done keeping secrets! This- this is serious, Clementine. If he finds out about this some other way, he'll-"

Clem cuts her off, "He WON'T FIND OUT! The last thing he needs is stress. He's still trying to recover from what happened 4 years ago! When he comes home- none of this happened."

With one more sigh, Violet agrees, "Fine. Just- if he finds out.. don't tell him I was in on it."

"Alright."

•••

"Dude, what the fuck?" The now 22 year old Marlon - laughs as... the also 22 year old Louis - gets into his car.

"Whatchu mean?" Louis slurs as he moves to put his bag in the back seat, then clipping in his seatbelt. Marlon does the same.

"At least you're sober enough to control yourself.." Marlon chuckles as he rolls his eyes, remembering all those times he had to practically carry Louis because he was so drunk.