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?


9. Breakfast and Danté

The next thing I knew, the daylight was seeping in the window. I was curled up under the covers on top of Danté who had me in an embrace. I decided not to move. Gently, I tilted my head up to Danté, who looked peaceful. I studied his face. He really was beautiful, I decided. He looked so innocent in my arms.


With a start, I realised I didn't have any nightmares. I wondered if it had anything to do with the boy that had his arms round me. Danté woke up.


"Must've fallen asleep." He muttered. "You should've woken me."

"You looked so peaceful. I didn't want to wake you. I haven't been awake long anyway."

Suddenly, my stomach gurgled. Danté laughed.


"Hungry there, Clover?"

"Very funny, Danté. I'm gonna go in for breakfast. I'll sneak some out to you." I wasn't about to tell my parents Danté stayed without Helen.

"OK then. Brunch more like it though. It's one o'clock!"

I was already halfway down the tree.

"Blimey!" I yelled, as I made my way to the house.


At breakfast (or brunch), my parents kept looking at me strangely.

"Something the matter?" I asked.

They exchanged glances.

"Aren't you going to be a good host by inviting your guest in? We've taught you better than that!" Dad said mockingly.

I flushed crimson.


"Mum, Dad, he only came to talk to me about Helen! He didn't mean to sleep over, we just fell asleep watching Megamind! Please don't be mad!"

They laughed

"Don't worry Chicken!" Said Dad. "Now bring Danté in before he gets starved to death!"


So I did and we sat down to breakfast.

"So Danté." Said Dad. "Helen can't come camping for the week, starting next friday. We wanted to know if you wanted to come? It's when us lot all go down to the campsite, and the craic*** does be mighty. We do this annually. Every year."

"Dad!" I groan. "I'm sure Danté doesn't want to spend a week stuck with us!"

"Actually I'd love to." Piped up Danté.

"No! You don't want to! You'll end up finding out how crazy we are!"


But, they continued the discussion ignoring me. It was settled. I was going to spend one confusing weekend with Danté.


*** Authors note: when I say craic, I mean the Irish way of saying fun, not the drug. Lol.

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