Clouis: New Start

Chapter 1: Move In

 The old wooden floors creak under her footsteps as she marches down the long hallway carrying a heavy box from the moving van. Grunts escape her mouth while trying to open her new bedroom door. Eventually the box tips, falling to the ground with a loud crash. "Shit" she whispers under her breath, looking at the content that spilled in the doorway.

Lee races up the stairs, sweat running down the side of his face. "You alright, sweet pea?" he asks, leaning on the chestnut wooden banister that is only a few shades lighter than he is. She gives him a nod, hoping he'll leave her alone to set up her room. No such luck. He lingers in the hallway, watching her pick up her stuff and put it back in the box. His eyes seem tired.

"Take a break, Lee," Clementine says to him. The last thing she needs is for him to wear himself out. She relies on him to much. She gives him a toothy grin before sliding the box inside her bedroom and closing the door. Finally alone.

There is so much to unpack. To her left sits her bed which ios covered in bags and crates filled with her bedspread, pillows, extra blankets, and the few stuffed animals she has from her childhood. On the far wall is a closet, which Clementine is in love with. The doors are mirrors that slide open and closed. She has already started to hang her clothes on the rack, but still has many boxes to go through. Across from her bed stands her desk, a lengthy white wood that rests on top of black drawers which as of now are empty. She hopes to change that by tonight.

She hates not having a place to call her own. The drive from Washington caused her so much stress as she never had time to be alone. Clem always liked being by herself, not letting anyone to close. It's easier this way.

She decides to start by clearing the boxes off her bed. At least if she doesn't finish unpack all her stuff today, she'll have her bed to sleep on tonight. She takes a seat near the end of the bed, near the window. The bright rays of the afternoon spilling through, reflecting off the mirror and into Clem's eye. Luckily for her, Lee already installed shades in the sill. She reaches up to pull it down, but is distracted by the scene outside.

Across the street is a colorful park with slides, monkey bars, and swings. It reminds her of the one Clementine and her friends use to play on when they were younger. Now, she watches as a group of teenagers hang out on the swings, screwing around with each other and laughing at their schemes. They seem so close, standing by each other as one cohesive unit. She takes in each one of them. Maybe I'll see them in school she thinks, wondering how knowing their appearance could work to her advantage.

Two girls sit on the swings, holding hands. The blonde seems a bit smaller than the red head to her left. Then Clem notices a mirror image of that girl standing next to a tall blonde boy. She concludes they must be twins, which makes her life easier when trying to find the crew in school on Monday.

Next to the blonde stands a short girl with auburn hair. Clementine could make out her freckled face from her room. Two more boys stood on the other side of the swings. Clementine had trouble seeing them from her position on her bed so she got up and switched to the window near her closet to get a better look.

A towering burnette stands with his arms crossed facing the couple on the swing. A scowl rest on his face, giving Clementine a weird vibe. However, the next boy makes her heart skip a beat. She doesn't know why, but the instant she set eyes on the dread head, butterflies form in her stomach. God, what was she going to do if she ran into him at school?

She focuses on his feature, the best she could from her viewpoint, and let a smile creep on her face when she sees him smirk. His laugh seems to be contagious as the whole squad laughs with him.

How she longed to be back home with her friends. She already missed their after school hang outs and weekend sleepovers. Clementine already convinced herself those were all things of the past. With a heavy sigh, she closed the shades to her windows, hoping the laughter from the teenagers wouldn't carry itself into her room.

So like this is kind of bad but it's just the beginning!!! Maybe a part every few days...I'm excited to write this!