Author's note: Okay, so this is my first proper fanfiction that I'm actually sharing (can you tell I've not done this before yet?), so, yeah... Um... Sorry if it's a little sucky, I really hope you like it:3 any reviews would be much appreciated, any advice even more, and uh... Thanks for taking the time to read it I guess ^_^ ~nellen x
"Oh great," Flora muttered to herself, as she was carried along by the wave of busy shoppers, "first time out alone and I'm lost already…"
She followed the crowd along until she could see an exit, bursting away from the group into a slightly less packed alleyway.
How am I going to get out of this?
She couldn't ask the Professor, because that would be admitting defeat. She couldn't ask Luke, because he'd be useless and tell the professor, which would be just as bad. "I'll just go with it," she decided, a determined smile on her lips, "I'll get back eventually."
After a few more minutes (although to her it felt like hours), she found herself even more lost, and realised she would have to ask for directions.
If only the people weren't so scary, she wailed inwardly, as she scanned the shoppers for someone to ask. She had finally decided upon a friendly looking old woman with half-moon spectacles perched upon her nose, when she heard a voice.
"And I'd give up forever to touch you, 'cause I know that you feel me somehow", it sung. It was a pleasant, musical voice, and strangely familiar to the girl. Curiosity soon got the better of her, and she found herself drifting away from the old woman ,who'd caught her staring and was about to talk, and towards the sound of this music.
"You're the closest to Heaven that I'll ever be, and I don't want to go home right now," it continued, and as she got closer she began to hear the strumming of an acoustic guitar, and the powerful rawness of the voice. The sense of familiarity grew the nearer she got, and as the voice began to sing out a new line, she knew she wasn't far from it.
"And all I can taste is this moment, and all I can breathe is your life. Cause sooner or later it's over and I don't want to miss you tonight."
She squeezed her way through a final crowd, the centre of which was the source of the voice. She watched in awe, as the boy in the middle belted out a chorus.
"And I don't want the world to see me, 'cause I don't think that they'd understand. When everything's made to be broken, I just want you to know who I am."
She stayed 'til he'd finished, applauding along with the rest of the audience. He thanked them as he picked up his bottle of water, kicking his cap as he did so. A cap which people soon filled with money, and he thanked them again as they left. Flora was about to step up and give him some change, when a large, pompous drunk man pushed her aside.
"Here's a fiver, I'll treble it if you sing Dr Jones for me and the boys."
The boy regarded him sceptically, then shrugged and shook the guy's hand. The man laughed, and the boy sighed and shook his head, trying to calm the embarrassment he could already feel threatening in his cheeks. He plastered a smile on his face before his fingers began plucking the first few strings, and he began to sing again.
"Dr Jones, Dr Jones, calling Dr Jones, Dr Jones Dr Jones wake up now!" he finished, pleased that it was over. The drunken man stumbled forward and handed him his prize, plus a "few tips from the lads for having the balls to do it."
Flora waited until the two had finished the exchange of money and small talk before plucking up the courage to step forward again.
"I'd love to know how you can make the change from a serious heartfelt song to cheesy 90s pop in such a short amount of time," she smiled, throwing him more change than she'd originally planned to. "Bit degrading isn't it?"
"Not really," the lad shrugged, taking another drink but never looking at her, "I mean, it pays the bills, and the people like it."
It was then that he glanced up; startled by the girl he was talking to.
"F-Flora? Is that you? Oh my goodness, I'm so sorry! For everything, for what I put you through that day. I- I was wrong, and ended up causing more trouble than I would have made up for anyway with my stupid idea of 'justice', and I'm so sorry for it. Please, please say you forgive me!"
"What are you..? Oh my God!" Flora gasped, as she realised who the boy was. Tall, with untidy brown hair and deep blue eyes, how could she ever have forgotten?
"Clive," she breathed, completely taken aback by his new appearance, not to mention his sudden apology.
"The one and only." A hint of a smile flickered on his scarlet lips, disappearing as soon as it formed. "I looked for you for so long since I got out. Every day I'd watch for a glimpse of you, just so I could apologise. I was beginning to give up not long ago, but guilt just doesn't go away, you know."
The girl didn't know what to say, somewhat touched by his desperation to say sorry. She knew she should still be angry, but he looked so genuinely remorseful, a mere shadow of the cocky singer she had seen here minutes ago.
"Oh Clive, come here," she relented, throwing her arms around him, receiving a few jeers and whoops from the pub across the road. "Of course I forgive you. I forgave you a long time ago." This was sort of true, as once the Professor had explained his reasons why he had done it, Flora felt more sympathy than anger for him. She too knew what it felt like to lose the people you love, and had longed to see him too. He didn't say anything, just hugged her back as though he'd never let go.
Hope it was alright, I have a few more chapters saved to upload later, thanks for reading! :) x