moodswings, luke hemmings

happy

The weather was colder in Sydney, Australia and Clover was loving it. She sat on the train while her friends discussed what plans they had that night.

Clover didn't have much planned.

The last couple months have been nothing but a breeze — her brother had dropped her back home and she'd been living back at home in peace.

Gavin, thank god, moved far away after Luke threatened to sue for emotional damages after he'd shown up at their front yard a few months ago, and he got scared.

She had been going to therapy since she came home in January, and now it was May. She had a job too, which she absolutely adored.

Clover had also come back from Los Angeles a few weeks ago, and she had talked to Blake and Griffin — who were getting prepped for summer. Blake was over the moon to see her.

Clover stepped out of the vehicle in April, holding the backpack strap. She had dark green sweatpants that Parker gave her, a large hoodie with the logo of her job on it, her hair in a claw clip — hair natural curls at the end — along with fluffy socks and uggs.

"I'm tired." Clover complained.

Luke chuckled, "You'd be crazy if you weren't tired. Let's get you inside and you to sleep."

Luke took the roller handle and walked behind Clover. They entered Luke's home and set everything away before walking into the living room.

"I need coffee." Luke grumbled, putting a pot of coffee on and turning to lean against the counter. "Want some?"

"No," Clover shook her head, rubbing her eyes from the tiredness. Her eyes drifted to the large black sliding doors before realizing who was in the backyard.

She got up instantly, smiling. "I'll be right back."

Clover grabbed her phone and giggled when she hit the record button, setting it up so it could capture everything.

She slid open the door and instantly Blake's eyes shot up.

"Mr. Hemmings?" He spoke first, with a gardening tool in his hand. Then his eyes widened at the curly haired blonde girl. "CLOVER?"

Clover let out a laugh, and he dropped everything. Blake dropped the gloves he was wearing, the shovel in his hand, everything to fly over the fence and up to Clover's embrace.

His arms flew around her, he had grown an inch or two, and engulfed her in his chest.

"WHAT THE FUCK?" He shouted into her hair, "What are you doing here?! Why do you smell so good? What the fuck?"

Blake leaned back, cupping her face in his hands to examine her.

"I missed you too, dork." She mumbled, his laugh entering her ears. "Oh my god, have you grown?"

"I did, I don't know why. I'm 17 and still growing." Blake chuckled, bringing her into another hug. "Holy fuck, I missed you so much."

Safe to say that Clover Hemmings was finally okay. Her moodswings had finished.