Louis and Clem get into a big fight plsss
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“Oh back off, Louis.”
“No, Clem.” Louis spat. “I’m acting this way because I care.”
“Can you care a little less?” She scoffed. “You’re being ridiculous.”
Louis hesitated, flinching in offence. “What?”
“It’s just hunting, Louis.” Clem snapped back. “I’m more than capable of doing it on my own. You don’t need to keep going to Marlon behind my back to convince him I can’t.”
“Clem, come on.” Louis’ brows curled in, irritated by her anger. “We both know it’s not a good idea to go alone.”
“But we needed to and you didn’t let me.”
The two stood still, each defensive. Clem had her hands balled into fists, and Louis had his crossed over his chest.
“I can’t believe I felt more capable when AJ and I were on the run without a roof over our heads than how I feel here with you.”
Louis’s eyes bulged as his eyebrows raised, challenged by such a claim. “Oh really?”
“Yeah! Because when we were out there, I knew I could fight to keep us both alive. Here, I’m not even given the chance.”
“Then why didn’t you stay out there, huh?” He snapped. “If you hate it so much, why are you still here?”
They both grew silent.
They both reeled in the knowledge of what they had said.
The courtyard went dead silent.
They both left.
Alone.
In separate directions.
“What the hell was all that about yesterday?” Violet asked the next morning.
Clem scoffed, chucking her dirty dish into the ‘to be washed’ basin. “What do you mean?”
“I’m not dumb,” Violet scoffed. “I heard your fight with Louis. We all did.”
Clementine stood, hands on her hips, overlooking the courtyard.
She couldn’t see Louis.
“He wasn’t letting me go hunting alone.”
Violet said nothing, waiting for Clem to continue. When she didn’t, Vi scoffed. “That’s it?”
Clem rolled her eyes. “Yes that’s it. It’s unfair.”
“It’s protocol, Clem.”
“What?”
Violet sighed, pushign herself upright. “Marlon refuses to let anyone do anything outside of Ericson alone. It’s dangerous. It’s protocol.”
Clementine said nothing.
Louis didn’t really talk to anybody that day.
Aasim and Marlon tried to ask what had happened the night before.
He brushed them off.
Clementine, from the other side of the courtyard, could see.
She could tell what was happening.
She knew how Louis got when he was upset.
She felt a wave of guilt, and left.
Clementine didn’t show up at dinner that night.
“Where’s Clem?” Violet asked, popping down beside Louis.
Louis was setting AJ down beside him, passing him a bowl. “Don’t know.”
“You don’t?”
“No,” Louis said. “She isn’t really talking to me right now.”
Clementine was standing inside Ericson’s front doors.
Watching.
“I think I was out of line.”
Violet, ears perking, went to sit down on the other end of the dining table with Louis.
Dinner had just finished and everyone had dispersed, but just as Violet was standing to leave, Louis’ comment brought her back.
“Why do you think that?” She asked.
Louis sighed. “I get that it’s protocol, but that wasn’t why I was telling Clem she couldn’t go.” He shifted in his seat. “It’s because I was worried she would get hurt.”
Vi gave a small smile. “Don’t beat yourself up for caring.”
“But she’s right. I wasn’t giving her the freedom to choose.”
Vi shrugged. “So tell her that.”
Louis turned to her, confused.
She raised a brow. Boys.
“Just tell her how you feel, Louis. Tell her you’re sorry and explain. She’ll appreciate it.”
Louis debated it for a minute, then vanished.
Not even with a goodbye.
He went for the music room.
He knew she would be there.
She always was when she was upset.
He burst through the doors.
She was sitting at the piano.
Not playing, just sitting there.
Their stares snapped to each other, and she stood.
“Clem,”
“Louis,”
They both stood, staring at each other, waiting for the other to say what they needed to.
Louis gulped, taking a step deeper into the room. “I’m sorry,” he said, fumbling his hands out of his pockets and waving them.
Clem squeezed her forehead. “What?”
Louis paused, jaw hanging open.
It wasn’t the response he was expecting.
“Uh,” he fumbled. “I’m sorry?”
“No, no,” Clem started again, waving her hands to stop him. “Why are you apologizing? It should be me.”
“You?”
“Yes, me!” She scoffed. Boys were impossible. “I got mad at you for something that wasn’t your fault. That’s on me.”
“I was out of line in holding you back,” he said.
Clementine knew he wasn’t, but felt as if he was saying it to ease her pain.
“Protocol wasn’t the reason I told you that you couldn’t go,” Louis said, his lungs tightening.
Clementine blinked, confused.
Louis gulped and clenched his fists.
He was building up the courage.
“It’s because I wouldn’t be able to live with myself if you got hurt.”
Clementine blinked and her jaw dropped.
They stared silently at one another.
Louis’ gaze dropped, worried he had freaked her out.
Worried he had said what he wanted to too soon.
“I know why I stayed,” Clem said, shrugging impishly, cutting the silence short.
Louis blinked and melted, remembering what she was referring to.
“I know why I stayed all this time,” she continued. “And it doesn’t have anything to do with having a roof over our heads.”
“Not even a little?”
Clementine smiled.
Louis loved that.
“It was because of you.” She said, hands stuffed into her pockets, balling into fists.
Louis blinked, his eyes widening.
“I’ve always wanted to find a group to call family again,” Clem continued. “I found it. And it’s with you.”
Louis smiled, letting the form melt over his dimples. “I’m glad you stayed.”
Clementine smiled back. “I don’t think I’d wanna be anywhere else.”
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