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“Welcome to Bobst Library!” Luke whisper-yelled, “this is where all the mortifying memories of taking tests while blind happened!”

Michael hit him in the chest, “we’re supposed to be showing C how fun college is.”

He rubbed his chest, pouting at Mike, “I mean, this is where I studied, like a good student.”

Clémence rolled her eyes and crossed her arms over her chest, “yippee, college, where I can spend money we don’t have on a degree I don’t want. I can’t f.ucking wait.”

Mike stood behind her, covering her mouth, “I’m not letting go until you promise to speak nicely.” 

“Make me,” she mumbled beneath his hands.

“Okay, let’s go walk by that group of very attractive college students and watch them laugh as your lame dad holds your mouth shut. Come on, Lukey, let’s go,” he teased his daughter as he took a step towards the college boys.

She dug the heels of her shoes into the carpet of the library, shaking her head dramatically. 

“Are you going to speak nicely?”

Clémence nodded. Her father moved his hands away, taking a step to the side as the walked through the spacious, six story library. 

The fourteen year old had to be honest, the library was beautiful. From the glass walls to the built in bookshelves, it was beautiful.

“Sometimes we’d have to pick up Luke after tests, and we’d always play tag while waiting,” Mike informed the girl.

“Why would you play tag in a library?” She asked, “didn’t anyone ever tell you off?”

“Of course, but who cares? We were having the time of our lives.” Michael smiled at the memories as Luke led them down a few hallways. 

Clémence knew Michael had trouble raising her, but he was just trying his best, and that was enough for her. She knows of all his slip ups, she knows of all his troubles, she knows everything about him, that was their type of relationship. They get mad at each other, but they’re able to talk about it. When one of their hood jams come on, the other one will come right in and join in to a surprise dance party.

She couldn’t ask for a better father. 

“We’re gonna head outside now,” Luke informed them, “it’s like thirteen degrees and snowing pretty hard, so you might want to bundle up.”

“Jackets are for wimps,” C said, taking a step outside. Her face automatically froze from the lowering temperatures as she clung to Luke. 

With her face buried in the space of his large coat, they made their way around the city. 

“This is my old shop,” Michael pointed at Much182, “I used to forget you in the break room at least once a month.”

“That’s why I started babysitting you,” Luke continued, holding the girl tighter. “When you go to college, you’ll enjoy the perks of buying cheap beer here. They never check ID.”

“College is not just about getting shit faced,” Michael said, nudging Luke with his shoulder. 

Every time they touched, they both felt their skin burn with energy.

“Yes it is!” Luke said, “it’s all about drinking bad beer from a box and throwing glass plates at your roommate.” He grinned up at Michael, hoping he remembered the memory.

“For your information, neither of you were drunk. You just wanted an excuse to sleep on my couch,” Michael teased.

Clémence looked up from the peak in Luke’s jacket, confused. 

“Do you remember Calum?” Luke asked, leaning down so she could hear him better. 

She nodded, “I follow him on Twitter. He got really hot.”

Michael held out his finger, “stop.”

“What?”

“Way too old for you.”

“You dated a college student!” She pointed out.

“That was a six year gap. Not sixteen!” Michael hid his down as they walked into the lobby of Luke’s apartment complex. 

The blue-haired girl uncovered herself from Luke’s jacket, “he wasn’t interested anyways.”

Michael glared at her, “give me your phone, I’m reading your DMs.”

“Dad,” she whined. 

Luke pressed held the door open for the bickering Clifford’s. 

“He was your babysitter!” Michael said once they were in the elevator, “stop hitting on young men!”

“Then you stop hitting on young men!” She retorted. 

Michael rolled his eyes, “I’m not!”

Clémence looked at Luke, then back at Michael, “yeah, okay.”

Luke bit his lip in order to stop his laughing. 

“Back on topic, go to college and have the time of your life,” Mike said, unbuttoning his jacket as they warmed up. 

“Dad, I already go out and get wasted every weekend, why do I need to go to college?”
“Clémence, I swear to God…”

“What, Dad? Finish that sentence. I dare you.”

(a/n) *whispers* triple update tonight