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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11. Packing!

On thursday, I started packing. We were headed out on Friday, returning the Friday after. I was all done and reading different Movellas when I got a text from Danté.

Danté: Heyyyoo Clo :D Wanna come over to mine to help me pack? I got u a box of chocolates ;)

Me: Hiiiiiiiiii :D ;) I'll be over in ten pet ;) Save me the nutty chocolates ;)

Danté: No bother!!! U R nutty! :D lool!

 

I put my phone away and rolled my eyes. Danté and I were like that. Always cracking jokes at each other and inventing our own words and altering others: lool, flimmin, malarious (hilarious) etc.

 

"Mum, Dad, I'll be at Danté's!" I yelled running out the door.

"OK!" Mum yelled back.

I took my bike from the garage and pedalled to Danté's.

 

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When I got there, I put my bike in Danté's garage and made my way to his room. He lived right on the top floor of his three-story mansion. His family was rich because his dad designed and made gadgets for MI6, a fact I wasn't supposed to know. The only reason I did was because Danté had told me and only me about it.

 

I knocked on his door. The really cool gadget screen (his Dad had secretly invented and made) read:PASSWORD.

My eyes travelled to the Note To Self stuck to his door which read: REMEMBER D PASSWORD: IYA MASTU PEDI DIOT

I remembered the first time I came here and read it out loud. The screen had then read: YOU ARE STUPID IF YOU JUST READ THAT!!!!

 

I giggled at the memory, before saying "I heart Victoria Justice."

I rolled my eyes as the lock clicked open and the door swung open. What a password to have!

 

I walked through the door and studied Danté's room. It was large and comfortable, the walls cream, Danté's stuff comfortably cluttered all over the place. Dante's suitcase was on his bed half full and he stood looking in his wardrobe.

"Hi, Clover. Come sit down, go on the laptop, make yourself at home, whatever. I'll tell Harriet to bring up the hot chocolate."

 

I smiled at the thought of his housekeeper. How cool would it be to be that rich?!

I sat on his bed and pulled his laptop on my lap. "OK Danté," I giggled.

I logged on to Movellas.

Danté peered over my shoulder.

"Jeez, Clo. 100 fans?! Miss popular! I don't imagine Helen's very happy about that!"

 

I sighed. "No, she's ignoring me since the sleepover. Not even a text to brag about Alex!"

"Don't worry, Clover. Her loss is my gain!"

We smiled at each other.

 

Suddenly, he was kissing me. I kissed him back passionately. We were making out on his bed, his suitcase had fallen off, when Harriet came in with the hot chocolate.

"Oh sorry, guys." The tiny thing said. "I didn't know I was disturbing anything."

Through her pale skin, she was flushing bright red. She set the hot chocolate down and scurried out, shutting the door.

 

I stared at the gorgeous thing in front of me.

Did I just kiss him? I wondered.

"Clover. I really, REALLY like you. And, from what I just gathered there, you like me too. So I wondered will you go out with me? Even just to try it."

"What about Helen?" I asked.

"Screw her. If she's not nice enough to accept it, she's a friend not worth having."

 

"OK." I breathed.

So we lay there, kissing and kissing, and I knew I didn't care about Helen.

 

When I got home later, I went straight to bed, and dreamt about Danté.

 

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