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    Alex blinked, rather surprised. He had been asked before, and took up the offer gladly, but this sly, beautiful girl seemed to have a different motivation. A cunning gleam in her eyes. "Okay," The handsome man breathed finally, "Let me get this straight. You wanted me to come here so you could get lucky? I'm flattered, darlin', but why me? Why now? Just... why?" His lips were upturned in an attractive smirk and his warm brown eyes glittered thoughtfully. Alex dragged a hand through his perfectly styled dark hair and bit his lip, visionaries smouldering chocolate brown as he stared at Clementine.

    "I didn't bring you here just for that. My intention was to help a fellow runner. I've also thought about getting a lucky shot as well now that you mention it. But I was intentionally bringing you here to help you. Of course if you don't want help or a night fine. The doors over there." Clementine stated, hoping to convince him of her actions. She needed to do this or her own time could be put on the stake with the gang as well.

    The man listened carefully. She was very believable, and he was growing more attracted to her but also more suspicious with every passing moment. All Alex had to do was trust her. Staring at her for a while, weighing the odds, he shrugged non-commitedly and finished his last mouthful of spaghetti. After swallowing, he said, "I'm not going just yet." Flashing her a smile, he rose from his chair and dumped his plate in the sink, before picking up his jacket and sunglasses. "It's roasting..." Alex panted, feeling sweat sticking his hair to his neck.

    "I'll turn down the air." Clementine said, standing and walking into the hall. She did as she had said she would do, turning down the air. "It should cool down in a moment." she told him, walking back into the dining room. She finished her food and went to wash the dishes. She would have to keep him enticed. For if she didn't her mission would be futile.

    Alex nodded absently, walking into the spare bedroom and putting down his jacket and sunglasses before falling backwards onto the cool sheets. Lying spread-eagled on his back, he brought his hands up behind his head and yawned, staring at the ceiling thoughtfully. Clementine wanted something else, he knew it. She made him feel weary and nostalgic and suspicious. Looking at her brought back rough, unwanted memories.

    Clementine walked to the door of the spare room and leaned against the door frame. "If you want something nice to sleep in, there's clothes in the closet. And I hope it's cooled to your liking." she said. The girl then disappeared, walking back down the hall and into her room. She left the door cracked and fell backwards onto her bed, book in hand. She couldn't, more like shouldn't, think to use her phone. He might get more suspicious of her than he already was. Clementine instead picked up the book Twilight and decided to read for a bit. She'd already read it but rereading a good series couldn't hurt. Besides there was nothing better to do.

    Alex waited for her to leave and then walked over to the closet, retrieving the pyjamas. They were perhaps a size or two small for him, but they more or less fit. They would do. Collapsing back onto the bed, he closed his eyes, and felt himself gradually drift off into a restless sleep, dreaming of running away and being shot and a girl called Clementine whom he still did not trust one bit.

    Shadows. One running from the other. Down one alley after another. One taller than the one chasing it. But as they rounded another corner it was clear who it was. Mi- Alex and Clementine. She was after him for one reason. Her position inside the gang. As she chased him down out towards light, she knew if he reached the streets, it was over. Clementine sped her pace to a faster sprint but her speed was quickly diminishing. Suddenly he disappeared, the scene switched. She was no longer after him. He was now battered and bruised, blood running down the side of his mouth. They were in the gang's headquarters. She watched, knowing what this could only mean. His death. With a gun aimed to his head he still seemed cocky as ever. Just a split second before, he flashed her that smirk. Then-


    Clementine awoke with a start, her breathing coming in fast gasps as though her air had been cut off. She looked around at her surroundings, noting that she was inside her room. Her door was still cracked from when she'd come in last night. Sure enough her book lay beside her on the bed. At the sudden ring from behind, the girl launched from the bed, locating the source. Grabbing the phone she quickly answered. "Hello?" she said quietly, walking over and shutting her door as she listened. She walked over to her window, watching as the neighborhood started to wake. "No. I need more time. He's on guard. I think he might know who I am. Yes I used my first name. Listen Jake, I need more time. I know he wants him soon. Let me see what wires I can cut first. Alright. I will. You can tell him I'm working on it. I'll have him to him at the end of the month." she answered. She looked at the calendar. The month had started three days ago. She had plenty of time. She finally realized he'd hung up and tossed her phone onto her bed, walking out of her room in nothing more than her tank top and shorts. Oh well. I don't really care. she thought. She stopped in the hall, seeing her reflection. "Ok, I have to fix the hair a bit." she murmured, running her fingers through her blonde locks. Seeing it sufficient enough, Clementine then made her way into the living room, curling up on the couch as she watched the a recording of Harry Potter. Even if he woke up and saw her like this, she didn't give a flying flip. She just wasn't in a caring mood at the moment.

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    Alex awoke slowly, his eyes stuck together with his weariness. It had been a fretful sleep, and despite his tiredness, the man was glad to be out of it. He looked outside; the sky was dark and grey; cars were rushing along roads. It was early, he could tell- but he decided to get up.


    There was a mirror in his room, a full-length one. Overnight he had taken off his T-shirt due to extreme heat and was wearing only the pyjama pants. His styled hair was tousled and wild, but he couldn't be bothered sorting it out just yet- after all, he didn't expect Clementine to be up at this point. The dark-haired fugitive half-heartedly swept it sideways and fetched a grey dressing gown from the cupboard, shrugging it over his shoulders and tying the belt loosely around his waist so his collarbone and the 'v' shape below was visible.


    Yawning silently, he opened the door and walked down the hallway. To his surprise, the blonde girl was sitting there, watching TV- he nodded a quiet greeting and leaned against the dining table chair. He could see a restlessness in her eyes and frowned. "Bad dreams?"

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    "Morning." Clementine muttered as he came out. She hadn't taken her eyes from the TV. She flinched slightly when he mentioned bad dreams. Somehow she knew if she said yes he would want details. She didn't like or more so didn't want to give them out to him. Especially him since he was the one in the dreams. Chasing him. That strange feeling when he was about to be killed. She shoved the thoughts aside. "Yeah, you could say that." she admitted hesitantly.

    Alex nodded silently, deciding not to question her about it- chances were, she'd just lie. Sitting a few feet away from her on he sofa, he pulled his dressing gown tighter and closed his eyes. The sofa was surprisingly very comfortable, and he almost fell asleep again. Luckily, the sounds of Harry Potter kept him awake.


    //low muse

    She glanced over at him. He was close. And with that fact came then thought of how handsome he was. She could see the chiseled jaw, how strong it looked. His eyes may have been closed, but she'd seen them before. They were dazzling as well. Her gaze drifted to his lips. Immediately her thoughts had flashed the image before her eyes. That smirk, the one he always gave her. The one that always made her role her eyes at him. She shoved away the image. She wouldn't have to see it after the month was down and she'd weakened his defenses against her. Clementine turned her eyes back to the screen to continue watching Harry Potter for a few more seconds before standing. "If you're hungry, there's cereal, toast, and eggs." she said, walking into the kitchen.

    The man could feel her gaze lingering on him, and forced his lips not to twitch into a smile. When she got up, and asked him about breakfast, he opened both his eyes and blinked them a couple of times. "I'll make myself some cereal, sweetheart," Alex mumbled, stretching as he rose from the sofa and walked over to the kitchen, close on Clementine's tail. Opening a few cupboards, he eventually found the bowls are set one down on the counter before shutting the door. A few more roots around the kitchen and he found a spoon, and the cereal, and eventually the milk. Pouring it absently, he put a bit too much in and cursed as it splashed out slightly. "Damn, any kitchen roll?"

    She forced back the smile that tried to creep onto her face as she noticed him spill some of the milk. She grabbed the paper towels, dampening one. "Here. And don't worry. It's just milk." she said, cleaning it up herself. She then dried the area with another paper towel before tossing both away. She grabbed the milk and the cereal box, pouring her own breakfast flawlessly. But even when you think a day is good, it's not. Upon trying to return the cereal to the covert, which she did not get the stool out to help her in height, Clementine's breakfast had its own plans. She tossed the cereal box aside and cursed, yanking off paper towels. "F**king sh*t!" she muttered, trying to get it off her shirt. With a sigh, she quickly cleaned up the mess the best she could around and on the counter before walking off to get changed. Minutes later she returned in a black t-shirt and denim shorts, working on what little bit of the mess was still there before making some toast. Maybe that wouldn't be as chaotic.

    Alex thanked her, but when her own breakfast began going wrong, he laughed in his low british accent, his chuckle smooth and good-natured. "Careful with the toast," He called, a smirk quirking his lips as he carried his bowl over to the table and sat down. "Agh, I'm starving," The fugitive exclaimed, just before he ate his first spoonful. "By the way, I think these pyjamas are a bit small," Alex grinned, looking up at Clementine.

    She glared at him as he walked away. She turned her back to him for a moment, mouthing his words silently as she threw away the paper towels. She then took the toast out as it popped up, spreading the butter on when he mentioned the pajamas. "If you want, I'll leave you here and go buy some your size. But my place is not to e ruined or else I'm going to kick you out. Deal?"