ChargedMetal (Original.)

Chapter 16, Part 2

{This continues right off of the end of part 1.}
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"N-No dought.." Clemont choked out, still sobbing. Ennard felt guilt all over. He wanted to apologize, but he knew he had crushed Clemont's heart.

"I'm sorry Clemont.. I really am.." Ennard repeated. Clemont just layed there, a small puddle of tears forming. Ennard got up, and fumbled around Clemont's dresser top until he found a piece of paper and a pencil. He spent 15 minutes compiling an apology letter for Clemont, who was still bawling on the floor. Ennard, after finishing the note, put it beside Clemont, and walked out, closing the door behind him.

After a while more of crying, Clemont turned around and picked up the note. He wiped his eyes. He read the scratchy hand writing.
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Clemont, I am truly sorry. I don't know what got over me. I felt like if I pushed you down, I'd go farther up. I was wrong. I'm all the way at the bottom. I'm sorry for bringing up Lysander and his actions, as well as Clembot's amnesia. I never meant to snap. I didn't want to harm you. Clemont, I'm sorry.
      -Enn
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Clemont dropped the note as his hands flew to his head. He felt as if bricks were being dropped onto his head. He tried screaming, but his voice was mute. He closed his eyes, and it all went black.
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Mumbled voices where heard as Clemont groggily started to wake up.

"Call 911 already, he's passed out, and we don't know why!" A familiar female voice shouted to someone else in the room.

Clemont opened his eyes up to be lying on the couch, his glasses on the table beside him. He grumbled, putting his hand against his head, a woozy feeling forming in Clemont.

"Is.. That..?" Another familiar voice mumbled.

"HE'S AWAKE!" Multiple voices screeched cheerfully.

"GAH!" Clemont was startled by the loudness, and fell off of the couch as a result. He felt someone lift him up into their arms. Clemont looked around to see Baby, Ballora, Bonnie, and everyone joyfully chattering about him, and how he woke up finally.

"Wha..? Can someone tell me wazzup..?" Clemont mumbled, still dazed by just waking up.

Ballora sighed. "Ennard found you blacked out in your room. He said that you must've gotten lightheaded by something, and we waited three and a half hours for you to wake up!"

"O-Oh.. Wait..Where's Ennard..?" Clemont asked. Ballora giggled.

"You're in his arms, dummy!" She turned around and walked to the kitchen. "I'll get you some ginger ale and crackers."

Clemont flailed as he realized Ennard was holding him. Ennard dropped him accidentally. With a loud thud, Clemont landed on the floor.

"Ennard, what the hell?! Why did you drop him?!" Baby yelled at Ennard.

"He started flailing around like a fish out of water, what was I supposed to do?!" Ennard shouted back. He sighed, and picked Clemont up again, who this time flinched, but calmed down.

"Okay, where do we put Sleeping Blondey?" Ennard joked, Baby pointing to the couch. Ennard layed Clemont down, and Ballora walked into the living room, holding a small cup and a roll of crackers.
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"Hey, what time is it?" Clemont asked while he was still laying on the couch.

"10:30 PM, if you forgot." Ennard told him. Clemont nodded, and sipped some ginger ale.

"Do you want to go back to your room?" Ennard questioned Clemont, who nodded. Ennard walked over to the couch and picked Clemont up.

"H-Hey! I can walk on my own two feet.." Clemont grunted. Ennard chuckled, and continued carrying him upstairs.

Ennard sat on Clemont's bed with him, still holding the blonde in his lap. Clemont turned to face Ennard, looking sleepy.

"You alright?" Ennard asked Clemont. Ennard shifted slightly.

"I'm..Fine..Just..Tired.." Clemont groggily replied. He blinked, then planted a quick kiss on Ennard's lips, falling asleep right after. Ennard was confused and surprised by this. He layed Clemont down on his bed and covered him with blankets. Was that kiss intentional..? Ennard wondered. He looked at Clemont, fast asleep, and then left quickly.

{GOODNEES, CLEM, YOU FRIGGED UP BUDDY! ALSO! Shout-Out to GreatyFarty (fix that name please) for finding out the word. Go see his comment if you want to know.}