How Movellas Changed My Life

*To Niall, the bestest, kindest, most patient friend I have ever had. As long as I live, I shall never forget you.* When Clover, shy and quiet fourteen-year-old hears of Movellas, she finds out she actually has a talent for writing. Movellas becomes her life. But how will her ex-popular friend Helen cope with this sudden surge in popularity for Clover? Will she be pleased or will she do her best to sabotage her reputation on Movellas?

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24. Birthday

Mmmmm eggs... I thought. I was half asleep, the smell of eggs had woke me.

"Morning Clover. Happy birthday." Danté whispered in my ear.

I opened my eyes to find Danté cuddled beside me and a plate of food beside me on the bed side table.

"I made you a birthday fry up," He grinned.

"Thanks." I muttered sleepily.

 

I had almost forgot it was my birthday, too preoccupied by Helen and Danté. The Forth of August. The day I was born. I stretched, sat up, and looked more closely at the food. On one plate there was my favorate, two fried egg sandwiches. On another, a sausage sandwich which was probably for him.

 

He smiled when he saw me eyeing the sandwiches. "Yeah I remember you telling me you like fried egg sandwiches."

"You hate eggs," I pointed out.

"And you don't." He replied. I giggled.

 

We ate our sandwiches and got ready for the day ahead. Downstairs in the most frequently used living room, everyone wished me a happy birthday and gave me my cards and presents. They were cool things like Wii games, books, etc.

 

Danté didn't give me anything then. He whispered;

"You'll get mine later." Just a little bit seductively.

I blushed and everyone laughed. Danté was NOT a quiet whisperer.

 

For the day we went to the local farm. It was fun seeing the different animals, especially the donkeys, but the most fun was the crazy-golf course at the end. I was terrible at golf, but Danté it seemed, had a secret talent for it. So Tony, Danté and Dad had a massive competition.

 

Danté won, so Dad and Tony demanded a rematch. However, we didn't get time, so we left. Tony was raging.

"So close!" He kept muttering on the way to the cars.

Dad was also quite competitive, so Mum was soothing Dad in the car on the way home.

 

When we got back to Greystown, Mum anounced to everyone to get ready, because we were going into town for a birthday meal. I groaned. I hated being made a fuss of.

***

 

I stared in my mirror, applying the finishing touches- my pale lipstick. I stared at my image in the mirror. My long caramel coloured hair was straightened. My hazel eyes were highlighted by my eye-liner. My royal blue dress with hearts on went to just above my knees and I had black tights on. I looked OK.

 

"You look gorgeous," Danté said in the doorway, having just arriving.

I studied him. He looked lovely in jeans and a shirt. My stomach swarmed with butterflies

"So do you," I replied.

We made our way downstairs.

***

 

At the end of the meal a cake came and Happy Birthday way sung. I cringed. I REALLY hated attention sometimes. The cake was gorgeous, a cream and jam one. It said on it "Happy Birthday Clover!". I rolled my eyes.

***

 

It was night time- Danté was in my room again. He urged me to change my password on Movellas- I did so.

 

For my birthday Danté got me a teddy bare, a box of chocolates, some roses and lots and lots of "birthday" kisses. A night I went to sleep in Danté's arms dreaming of him. I thought nothing could ruin my perfect bliss here with Danté. I was wrong.

 

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