Just a crush/Clouis Fanfiction

Just a crush (Part twenty-eight)

Description: Clementine and Louis spend some time together before having to leave with Gabe for the boarding school.

Rated: T (They're rabbits lmao)

Word count: 3100

A/N: Hope you guys enjoy! This was a very fun chapter to write 💗 Comments appreciated!
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Clementine thought quickly.

Does she tell him? And ruin Javier's plan?

  She knew Ericson's wasn't safe. Not in the way it was right now. And there was no way Louis was traveling alone—Gabe wasn't her first choice. But she trusted Javier in his decision, Gabe being good with maps and hunting.

In the years between, Gabe had grown into a decent fighter.

"It's really nothing," her heart sank. "I just don't appreciate him going off and telling the owner about what happened in the loft," which was true, she'd gotten quite the embarrassing scold one evening with AJ at the stables.

Louis searches her eyes. She kept a steady glance, trying not to reveal the truth—she lets out a breath when he chuckles, gradually laughing to the point he fell against the pillows. "Yeah, I'm not allowed to work in the loft anymore," he wipes a tear from his eye. "Turns out they weren't too pleased with our little...argument,"

Clementine's face heats up, eyes lowered now. From both lying and the memory of the quite spine tingling event. She feels Louis's hand on her leg and she shudders slightly.

"You okay?" He questions, giving her a smirk that tested her limits—then he runs his hand to her hip. "Tired?"

"Very," she sighs out, he gives her a frown and lets out a sigh of his own.

"Alright," he turns to flick the lamp off. "We'd better get up bright and early," he grumbles. "We have class,"
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"You raised AJ from a baby to now, yet you're taking a parenting class?" Louis says stumbling in her grasp in the grand bathroom, letting her button the crimson shirt from his chest down—she focused on the tiny buttons, which slipped from her fingertips.

"You've never even held a baby, have you?" Clementine glances up briefly, his brows furrow; lips parting in thought.

"I've held baby rabbits and one time a puppy," he explains, holding her hands in place at his chest. He could tell she was getting frustrated. She grits her teeth as a button slips and he takes it upon himself to do it.

"That's not the same as a human baby, Louis," Clementine slowly makes it down to his waist now, buttoning all the ones still attached. Though the shirt was awfully wrinkled, he made it work.

"We have to at least check it out," she says sternly, watching him stick a lip out. His shoulders slump, popping the first three buttons at his freckled collarbone. Clementine held in the need to tear it off and throw him the last and certainly most unappealing choice—an old disco broccoli shirt. Everything else had holes or were too small.

His green shirt and coat were being washed. Soaked in the bucket in the kitchen. Along with other clothes of his.

"I don't know what's so wrong with my coat," Louis turns in the bathroom, looking at the reflection in the dingy mirror—"it's just as nice as this,"

"It smells like shit, so no,"

"Not my fault walker guts aren't easy to get out of clothes," he grumbles. Looking at her amber eyes in the reflection, she stood beside him. Smoothing his back; she admired the curve of him as she moved her hands up to his shoulders.