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?


20. Tears Danté's Point Of View

I was drying myself off with a towel when I heard the creaking of Clover's bed. She'd probably hopped on to read a magazine. I got changed and opened the door into her bedroom. It was only then that I heard Clover sobbing into her pillow. I rushed over, gave her a hug and asked her what was wrong, my voice full of concern. I asked whether it was something to do with Helen. She just nodded as she couldn't speak. She just managed to utter four words in between sobs;

"Check . . .  Movellas. . . My blog." Then she burst into tears again.

I hugged her tightly and kissed her forehead.


I gently set her back down on her bed and walked over to her laptop. I opened it up and logged onto Clover's page on Movellas. I quickly checked her latest blog entry and clicked on the link. I couldn't believe Helen would do that to her best friend. I was shaking with rage.

"That bitch!" I screamed, not at all caring if anyone else heard.

I ran into the bathroom and got some tissues. I hurried back to Clover's bed and handed them to her. She sat up on the bed and took the tissues from me.

"Thank . . . you." She sobbed.

I pulled her into a tight hug as she cried on my shoulder. I patted her back and twirled her long hair between my fingers, as I always did when I hugged her. She pushed herself away from me slightly, looked me in the eye and gently brushed her lips off mine. I took a tissue from her and wiped her eyes with it before whispering "I love you." She responded with a quiet "I love you too." At that moment, I felt such a well of emotion that I kissed her gently on the lips. Before long we were lying on the bed, snogging passionately until finally we heard a knock on the door and a voice saying, "Dinner's ready!" Clover quickly cleaned herself up and we walked, hand-in-hand down to dinner.

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