Walking Dead Game Collection

"Confidence Controversy"

Title: Confidence Controversy
Characters: Louis, Violet, Clementine, AJ, Aasim Marlon, Ruby
Summary: Violet and Louis, both having crushes on Clementine, fight for her attention by competing to impress her. After the battle goes too far and a fight breaks out, Clementine needs to break it up.
Author's Note: My heart UGH I love these kiddos
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Marlon walked in at the worst possible time.

He was heading back for Ericson's office, wanting to feed Rosie before he left to help Omar with dinner. As he pushed the door open — expecting an excited, eager dog clamoring at his legs — he walked straight into Violet and Louis, one on either side of the door.

He jumped, taken aback. They hadn't been inside when he left to grab water and food a few minutes earlier. "Hi?" He questioned, a brow raised.

The two were staring at each other, brows locked, death stares blazing. Marlon hadn't seen them in such a state since their two-week long fight over who had eaten the last chocolate-dipped granola bar. Apparently it had been Omar, and they had been bickering for nothing.

"Marlon, we need some help." Louis said, his glare not wavering from Violet's.

Marlon, relaxing his tensed shoulders, flickered his view between the two. He could feel Violet's shoulders curl deeper inward at his statement. "What's going on?" He questioned, hesitant to get involved in what seemed like a risky fight.

Violet, scoffing at Louis' death glare, turned to Marlon with her arms still folded over her chest. "It's about Clementine."

Marlon's look of confusion didn't fade. Rather, it grew deeper. Why were the two of them angry over something to do with Clementine? More so, why were they angry with each other? "Okay?" Marlon furthered.

"We like her." Louis scoffed, as if saying the phrase disgusted him. "Like like her."

"And we can't decide who should go after her." Violet finished, spiteful, as if Louis wasn't getting to the point fast enough. "We need help deciding."

Marlon hesitated, his look of confusion fading to one of shock, then horror, then back again. "Wait, you guys are asking for my opinion?"

Louis shrugged. "Yeah?" He uncrossed his arms and stuffed his hands into his jacket pockets. "We need advice."

Marlon stared at his best friend in befuddlement, pivoting to shoot Violet the same look. Even if Louis was an idiot from time to time, Marlon hoped that Violet was at least a little smarter. Apparently what it came to Clem, they were equally clueless.

He scoffed, not bothering to dignify the claim with a response, and brushed past the two to move deeper into the room. He tugged the two bowls sitting on his desk closer to him, and poured out the measuring cup of dog food he held into one of them.

Violet scoffed, irritated as she flipped to face him. "Come on, Marlon. We wouldn't come to you if we didn't need to."

Marlon cracked open the lid to the plastic water bottle he had tucked under his arm. Rosie, at his feet, wagged her tail harder. "You guys are idiots." He scoffed, pouring half the bottle into the empty bowl. Turning around as he fastened the cap, he leaned against the desk and shrugged. "You're asking the wrong guy."

"Marlon--"

"Why are you asking me?" He scoffed, slapping the bottle onto the surface behind him, shooting them both a glare. "You know who you should be asking?" He let the question linger as he turned, lifting both bowls. Turning again, taking a moment to stare at them both, he shrugged. "Clementine."