I never know why. I only know who. (AU)

Chapter 8

Exams were coming quickly. Clara was stressed as hell, especially about her Maths. She just had this awful feeling that she would fail. Which was why she spent most of her days on study leave over at John's house.

Loads of people made jokes about what she was doing over there, but in all honest she was just studying. She spent most of her time getting John's help and pigging out on the food in his kitchen. She had very quickly learnt that there was never a shortage of fatty foods in his cupboards and she marveled at that fact.

Diana was very used to Clara spending most of her time and her house, and Dave had slowly accepted that John would spend quite a bit of time at his. That was when they weren't both at John's house anyway.

Clara enjoyed being a part of John's family. They accepted her with open arms, and David had quickly got used to the idea of having her around. She had learnt all about him and his girlfriend, Rose, who sometimes came over too. They were both applying for university though and their exams were hitting them much harder.

If Clara had to say she was scared for her exam, she would have been playing it down by a long way. She was absolutely terrified that she would mess it up and fail, although she had never done that before.

John was constantly there to tell her she was doing well, and she was so grateful to have such an amazing boyfriend and best friend.

She had begun to spend more time with Amy and Rory too, meeting them at the park with John to talk for a bit whilst they had their time off. She knew that Amy wasn't particularly keen on the idea of Clara, mostly because she hated the idea of John being with her, but she secretly liked Amy and wanted to be her friend. She liked how she was really tough and had a no-nonsense attitude to everything in life. She was much more organised than Clara would ever be.

Rory was a great guy even so, and he volunteered to help Clara with the study for her media. They were both in that class and she was very grateful that she had someone's help on the work. The media exam was the first up, but probably the easiest.

She just needed to double check she had everything. John told her she was making a huge fuss about nothing, but she needed to be sure. Exams brought out a whole new side to her that she didn't even realise existed before then.

John wasn't worried about his exams. He knew that he would pass them with flying colours, but he didn't want to seem so cocky around Clara until they were over. She knew him too well for that even so, and she constantly made him help her instead of just lounging around and doing nothing.

Each exam came and passed and in what seemed like no time at all, they were done. that meant they had a whole month and a bit of school being over. Then it was prom and then it was the summer.

As exciting as that month sounded, it wasn't brilliant when it actually came around. They spent most of their times doing what they had been during study leave, without anything fun to do.

They had a certain allowance each to spend for that time, but they both wanted to save up for their holidays.

On one sunny day, two weeks before the end of July, John was lying on Clara's bed as she licked an ice cream cone on the carpeted floor next to him. She had heard the noise of the van come down the road, and John hadn't even had a second to ask where she was going before she was out of the door with some cash to buy herself an ice-cream.

John had laughed over it for a minute, stealing a lick or two himself, at her childishness, but secretly envious that he didn't have one.

"Stop pouting." She warned, watching as he eyed the ice cream melting on her tongue. He looked upset that she hadn't got him one, but it just made her laugh.

"I'm not." He argued, still looking like a four year old in a strop.

"You are." Clara laughed, watching as he shook his head childishly.

"I want some!" He moaned, throwing his head back on her bed so he was lying straight on it. Clara giggled, taking another lick.

"Would you still want it if you had to lick it off me?" She teased, eyes widening the moment she finished her sentence. That had sounded way more suggestive than she would have initially liked.

John felt himself go a shade of red at the mental images that suddenly flashed through his brain, and he crossed his legs in fear of an awkward situation that was just waiting to arise.

"Yes." John gulped, barely audibly as Clara heard the strain in his voice. She didn't even need to see him to know what he was thinking about, even though it was the same thing in her head. this was something they hadn't yet talked about, although it was open for the whole world to see.

The sexual tension between them was constantly mounting, yet they still hadn't done anything about it. The fact they always slept with each other in their beds wasn't something new in their relationship, and they were always showing lots of affection to each other.

But this was something that needed to be talked about. It couldn't just be assumed.

Clara threw her ice-cream in the bin beside her as the silence dragged on. John felt uncomfortable lying on her bed, but didn't want to move in case it just made the situation feel more weird than before.

He heard her slowly get up and move to lie beside him on the bed, her body lengthways facing him. He knew he couldn't stay staring at the ceiling for too long, but he didn't really want to look at Clara's stare right now.

Eventually, after Clara lightly tapped his shoulder, he turned to face her. They stared into each others' eyes for a long moment, unsure of what to say. The sun from the window was beating down on their bodies heavily. John couldn't help but notice how Clara's body glowed as if she was heavenly.

He was snapped out of his daze when Clara suddenly opened her mouth so speak. "I don't know if you..." She started, looking to her pillow awkwardly as she tried to word it correctly. "I...would you like to, you know...have...sex? Any time soon?"

Clara couldn't believe that she was blushing. She never blushed at this kind of thing in front of anybody, but she suddenly felt so shy right now.

John nodded slowly, making her feel more at ease. "I would like that." He smiled, trying to find a way to not sound really creepy. "Whenever you feel ready to. I don't mind waiting or..." He trailed off his words, finding himself unable to form proper sentences at the idea of what they were talking about.

Clara moved her body closer to John's, her fingers now trailing lightly on his lower stomach. "You know...my Dad has to go away on prom night. Said I am allowed the house to myself..." She looked at John slowly, watching as his face turned to one of understanding.

"That sounds perfect." He whispered, seeing the small smile grow on her face. She leaned in slowly, touching his lips lightly at first.

Sure, their kisses had become heated before, but this time it wad different. The kiss suddenly was filled with lust, their hands tangling in each other's hair as they pulled lightly, making the other moan.

John moved his mouth down to Clara's neck and began to suck on the soft skin, applying a small amount of pressure with his teeth. He knew that she would probably kill him later if that had left a mark, but he didn't care in that moment.

In that moment, they both knew something between them had changed. Whether that was boundaries or trust, they both felt different around each other. john could help but find it amusing how ice cream had managed to trigger such a reaction from the two of them.