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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17. Picture Perfect

I had been up an hour, my stomach had been complaining loudly at the lack of food. The reason I had not gotten out of bed yet was because I was too busy watching Danté sleeping. That might sound creepy but it was actually very interesting watching someone sleeping. Danté looked very peaceful.

 

Suddenly, Danté opened his eyes.

"Clover." He muttered. "Sorry for falling asleep in your bed."

"No bother, pet."

He smiled. Warmth radiated between us, we were snuggled up together.

 

When we were up, dressed and had breakfast ate, it was already midday. The adults had gone on a shopping trip into Cork city, so I decided to take Danté horse riding. On the way to the stables I asked if he'd ever been before to which he replied: "Briefly, holiday ones with someone leading."

 

Since I was totally not going to lead, I decided to give him cantering and trotting lessons in the arena. With a combination of his quiet bay gelding Sir Henry and his awesome natural ability, he was good to go for a hack around the 1000 acre property at around 2 in the afternoon.

 

We set off, me on my favourite gelding, the palomino Ben, and trotted through the woods. It was nice walking, trotting, cantering through the woods, just enjoying each others company in general. While walking, we talked, and enjoyed the picture-perfect scenery. After a while, we put the two horses back. It was five o'clock, and another sunny evening.

 

We strolled hand in hand down to the big stream, and talked. We reached the river, and I don't know why but Danté wouldn't stop tickling me. So I ran into the river, and quickly splashed him head to toe. He declared war and we had a huge water fight.

 

Soaking wet, we fell down on the bank, his body on top of mine. We laughed until we had pains in our sides. We suddenly caught eachother's eyes. I stroked his hair and he leaned in to kiss me. We were there snogging hungrily on the bank when Brianna and Bronwyn-Anne interrupted. They both did wolf-whistles and, cheeks burning, we broke apart.

 

Bronwyn-Anne and Brianna teasing us, we all made our way back to the house. I suddenly thought of Helen and got out the laptop to Skype her. She video called me and, heart thumping, I pressed "accept".........

 

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