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Clem & Louis: *Discussing stuff*

Violet: *Walks in*

Clem: Hey babe how's your day going?

Violet: My day is going awesome I love Saturdays.

Louis: ... It's Sunday...

Violet: *Breaks Coffee mug*

Violet: Well now my fucking day is ruined!

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bubble gum and broken hearts

Word Count: 1269

Ship: Clem x Louis

Notes: repost from earlier today because tumblr ate the original for whatever reason. enjoy!

“Clem, come on, just try listen to me!”

Clementine grits her teeth so hard they squeak. “There’s not much to explain, Marlon. You cheated on me.”

“Look-” Marlon hits the brakes and the car skids to a halt in the middle of the road. “I don’t know how to say this, Clem, but this relationship’s boring. Ashley’s way more fun to be around.”

Clem sucks in a breath and tries to keep her thoughts together and stay calm. Was she really, honestly, truly being compared to Ashley Perkins the sluttiest girl in their grade, the common whore who had slept with the whole football team? Ashley was fun? Was that what it was called now?

She will not slap him. She will not.

“Three years, Marlon. I gave you three years of my life, and this is what you do to me?”

He rubs the back of his neck sheepishly. “Clem, I had a great time with you back in middle school. But we’re older now, you know? And you’re so afraid of a serious relationship.”

“I just think that you need to grow up a little more.”

Clem’s hand flies up in an abrupt movement, meeting his face with a resounding slap.

“Douchebag,” she declares, popping out of the car like a champagne cork. “And your haircut looks like shit.”

---

Clem sprints through the trees and bushes until she sees the highway. It’s deserted. There isn’t a single car on the pathway. She sits down on the crash barrier, legs tucked up to her chest.

She tries to come up with as many insults as she can think of. Idiot she shelves right away. Idiot doesn’t even describe Marlon at this moment. Then again, there’s asshole, dick, wanker, scumbag, prick and of course douchebag. She doesn’t even know how long she sits there thinking of ways to murder Marlon, fighting the tears in her eyes.

She takes out her phone. It’s one in the morning. She contemplates calling Violet, but decides against it. She loves her friend to death, but sitting in a car for the better part of an hour with a grumpy, sleep-deprived Vi sounds like a shitty way to end an even shittier day.

She takes off her pinchy high-heeled shoes and starts walking in what she thinks is the direction of her neighborhood. Of course Marlon had to leave her in the middle of nowhere. He always had to play the gentleman.

Clem walks until she hears the sound of a car. She turns and squints at the car. The gray pickup truck with the busted hood is all too familiar. Not him. She has no strength to deal with his crap right now.

“Enjoying the fresh air, Clem?” Louis says, rolling his window down and adjusting his speed so he matches her walking pace. He’s wearing a Thrasher shirt. It’s hard to tell if he’s being ironic. It’s always hard to tell with Louis.

“I am, actually.” She doesn’t stop walking. He doesn’t stop following her. “How’d you find me, anyways?”

Louis’ mouth twists unpleasantly. “Marlon texted me. He said you bolted and ran this way. He, uh, didn’t say why though.” He leans forward, looking at with intent concern. “Have you been crying?”

Her cheeks burn. She bets he just thinks she’s the needy girlfriend. Of course Marlon didn’t explain why she’d cut out from their date. “Look, Louis, I’m not up for this shit tonight. Just let me feel like crap by myself for a while, okay?”

The engine idles. “Just get in the car, Clem.” He adds, softer, “Please?”

She shrugs and waits for him to unlock the passenger door, sliding in next to him after a moment’s pause. She pulls the seatbelt tight across her chest and crosses her arms, grateful for the long silence between them. She doesn’t feel like talking tonight. She stares at herself in the rearview mirror. Her mascara’s all smudged and her lip gloss has rubbed off. When she left the house three hours ago she’d thought she’d looked beautiful. She thinks she’s anything but that now.

“Drive, please.”

He just studies her thoughtfully . She realizes she hasn’t spoken to Louis outside of a social setting for years. When they were younger they’d spent more hours than they could count playing in Clem’s treehouse or loafing around on Louis’ couch, watching reruns of Golden Girls. Then they’d gotten older, and she’d started hanging around with Marlon instead of him, and those kind of things had stopped. You didn’t just spend time at a guy’s house for the sake of being friends, right?

So now she feels even shittier, acknowledging the fact that she’d neglected a childhood friendship for some dumbass, mullet-wearing football player. He looks sleepy too. He probably woke up just to drive her home.

Finally he turns on the ignition and hits the gas. They’re moving at an irritatingly slow pace but she doesn’t even bother telling him to speed up. Louis is the most stubborn person she knows.

“So what did he do?” he asks tentatively. “You seem pissed.”

“He cheated on me.” She stares straight ahead, refusing to meet his gaze. She can imagine what he’s thinking. That it would make sense that Marlon wouldn’t want a girl like her, that he’d want someone more fun.

The car jolts to a stop, bumping both of them out of their seats for a moment. “You’re kidding me.” There’s actual disbelief in his voice. She shakes her head. “I’m not.”

“Fuck, Marlon…” Louis says under his breath. “Are you serious? With who?”

“Ashley Perkins.” The tears start swimming in her eyes again; this time from embarrassment. She hates having to lay this all out in front of Louis.

“That streetwalker?” He sounds so scandalized that Clem actually smiles. “Yeah, the streetwalker. He said he wanted someone more fun. He said I wasn’t mature enough for him.”

“Well, then he’s a fucking idiot. What a prick.” Louis shakes his head. “Goddamn. That’s harsh.”

“Yeah.” She swallows and picks at her lacquered nails. “Anyways, that’s what happened. And I can’t believe you’re driving me home after all that.”

“You’re serious? Marlon kicked you to a curb like that; ‘course I’m going to drive you home.” She smiles. It’s nice, being with him like this and seeing him get all pissed over her maiden’s honor. It’s like when they were little.

The silence stretches out again except this time it’s comfortable. She hugs herself and doesn’t realize he’s holding something out until he nudges her gently.

Bubble gum. Strawberry flavored; the same brand she’d liked when she was a kid. She hasn’t had it since the fifth grade. Louis liked it too. He’d never have any spare change on hand when they’d go down to the drugstore so she’d share a six-pack with him.

“What are we, ten?” She can’t help saying it. Louis grins. “Come on, it’ll make you feel better.” He wiggles it in his hand and makes the pack jump up and down. “We can share.”

She shakes her head and takes the pack, popping out a pink stick of gum and shoving it into her mouth. It tastes like spring and good memories. Louis grabs it from her and stuffs two pieces into his mouth, chewing noisily.

“Hey, that’s gross.”

He shrugs and revs the engine twice like he’s an old action-movie star instead of a kid with an busted-up truck. “You ready to go?”

Clementine nods.

When he drops her off at her house - thank God that the lights are off and her parents are asleep - she almost forgets to wave goodbye.

When she turns around, he’s already gone.