A/N- Okay, Ive been so super obsessed with clare and Eli lately that i just had to write one. I wrote this off my ipod with no spell check so please bear with me. If I wrote a full story my Soul Eater readers would kill me so i'm just posting a really long oneshot. Celi-4-eva!
Clare walked into the Ms. Kwan's English classroom, notebook in hand. She had an aggravated look on her face as she stalked over to the desk she shared with Eli.
She wasn't even in the mood to deal with his sarcastic teasing, which was odd since talking to him had become the highlight of her dreary days; There was no Jenna or K.C to ruin the class for her since she was taking a junior course and it was spent next to her cynically mysterious crush.
So what caused the long face?
Simple. Writer's block. An author's worst enemy. When, try as you may, ideas allude you and everything you scratch onto the paper is crap. Clare has been suffering from it ever since she left K.C at The Dot. That was over three months ago! Talk about frustrating!
Clare let out an angry growl before angrily plopping down in her seat. She could feel the intense stare Eli was giving her, as always, but this time he finally had a good reason to. Clare furiously scribbled down the first line of a story that she'd been working on since forever ago, and like always it came out totally wrong. Rather than just erase it and start again Clare bitterly tore the page out and chucked it at an innocent passerby, who glared before stalking away.
By the third round of this she'd snapped her pencil and recieved a papercut so when she reached into her bag for a new journal and a pointy quill to write with Eli decided it was probably time he stopped her, no matter how funny she was to watch.
He stopped the hand that was going for the weapons she called a pen and paper. "Clare, I think you've wasted enough trees as it is." She looked him in the eyes, glaring. And truthfully, Eli didn't mind. If it meant he could freely look into her eyes, he'd sit like that all day. Sadly, all good things come to an end. Clare huffed out a "fine" before pulling her arm away from him and crossing them around her chest.
The horrible thing was, Eli wasn't allowed to laugh. Then she'd just get mad at him and it would take even longer to figure out why she was mad. In her irritation Clare began to drum her fingers across the desk in the beat of some song she didn't quite remember. Writing had always helped her sort her feelings out but now that it had deserted her she felt like a ball of nerves. Times that by three months and it made for a super irritated Clare. The whole class she just couldn't pay attention. The only thing she caught was "project due tomorrow" right before the bell rang.
"Crap." She didn't have the faintest notion as to what the project was on, let alone how to do it. She sighed, might as well just get over it. Clare reached down to get her backpack but there was nothing leaning against the wobbly leg of her desk. For a moment she panicked. Her laptop was in there, all of her homework... but then she spotted Eli. He was leaning against the door frame, suave as ever, with that cocky smirk on his face. She should've been mad, but in that moment, she was only relieved. Better him than Reese, who sat a few rows behind them.
"Thanks." He handed Clare her bag easily as he fell into step beside her. Not wasting any time, he cut straight to the issue of the matter. No four play or beating around the bush. Of course not. If he wasn't straightforward then he wouldn't be Eli.
"Why are you in such a shitty mood?" Clare didn't even need to think about it.
"Writer's block." His heat tilted to the left. It reminded her of the way a little kid's would if they didn't understand something.
"You write?" Clare smiled and answered as she opened her locker.
"Yeah, I use writing stories and what-not to...vent. It helps me sort through my thoughts." She got a faraway look in her eyes, then her face went sour again. "But for the past couple of months I haven't been able to write anything and I just feel all pent up!" Biology book safely in hand they began their trek towards their next class. Eli's eyes flashed and just like that he went from cute and confused to smirky and scheming.
"Well how's this? I'll help you with you're issue if we can do our project at your house tonight."
They were at the entrance of the classroom now and the warning bell had just gone off. Clare's parents had been loose cannons lately and she didn't want to make it worse by getting detention, but she also knew Eli and that she wasn't going to be able to go anywhere until she answered.
"Yeah, sure. Meet me after school, okay?" The smirk was back full force now, but all this thinking was giving her a headache. Clare just walked straight past Jenna and K.C, who were making disgusting faces at each other, and sat down in her assigned chair towards the back. Perfect for sleeping.
There he was, leaning against his shiny black Hearse, otherwise known as Morty, two minutes after the final bell tolled. Clare walked up to him quickly, eager to go anywhere with Eli.
"You know you're not supposed to get into a car with a stranger right? What if I'm a bad guy?" Why did she always always end up having the bad guy/good guy conversations with the guys she likes?
"Well what if I said that you don't scare me so I don't care either way?" Without missing a beat, Eli pushed off of his car and pulled both of Clare's arms to him.
"Well what if you should be scared? Everyone else probably is." He whispered into her ear. All Clare could focus on was how his warm breath fanned over her skin and that she really liked it.
"Well then, shit! I'm just not like other people, huh?" He pulled back enough to look her in the eyes. They were the same beautiful blue, she was the same Clare and he was still Eli yet she wasn't scared of him. He smiled. A real, sincere smile. It used to be once in a blue moon event but he had a feeling that with Clare around it would be happening more often.
Clare smiled back. It was contagious! Really, how often does someone dressed in all black smile? Smirk, yes. Smile, not so much. Eli pulled back again letting her arms drop to her sides. They felt so cold now...
"Let's get this show on the road." As fluid as ever, Eli opened Clare's door and walked around to his, sliding in before she'd even acknowledged the open door. After a moment of them just looking at each other Eli finally asked. "You coming?" That snapped her out of her stupor. She slid into the passenger seat quickly, taking a look around.
"Definitely." After a few minutes of driving, Eli popped in a CD by the Gorillaz in. Whoever they were... "I've always wanted to see the inside of a Hearse. You know, the first time I saw your car I thought someone had died." She smiled at the memory. Her glasses' death was a necessary sacrifice if it got him out of the car. "It was the first time I talked to you."
Good ol' Morty. Eli seemed pretty content, until he processed that information. "I really am sorry about your glasses, though I do prefer you without them, but that wasn't the first time you saw me? I skipped the first day." When could she have seen him? He didn't go to class and he'd definitely been out of sight.
"Well, I always get to school early and usually I'd sit down and read or something, but when I got to the table I always sit at I found a darkly clothed teenager sleeping on the bench. I poked you a few times, but you wouldn't wake up so I just went somewhere else to read." On the outside Eli was calm, but on the inside embarrassment raged. She saw him sleeping...and poked him! Damn. So much for playing it cool. He stopped at Clare's house and began to get out.
"Um... Eli ...how did you know where I live?" Good question, but easily answered.
"It was on the notebook you ripped to shreds this morning." She mouthed an "O" before getting out and leading him to the door. Clare turned toward Eli, an apologetic look on her face.
"My parents have been fighting a lot lately so I'm sorry if they are loud or anything. We can work somewhere else if you want." She was looking down sadly and her being sad made Eli sad, no matter how wierd it sounded. He put one finger under her chin, bringing her head up.
"This is perfect. Let's just work on the project up in your room or something." She smiled and grabbed his hand before opening the door.
"It's not my fault I work late hours! But it's also not my fault that you're sneaking whores into my house when I'm not-"Clare shut the door to her room as soon as they were inside, somewhat muffling the shouts from the dining room.
"Damn, you weren't kidding about the fighting. They didn't even notice us come in." She just walked over to the bed and laid down.
"So what's the project on, anyway?" She needed a distraction.
"Reinact the scene we read today from A Midsummer Night's Dream in a more modern day way." She gawked.
"That's it! Wow, easy much?" He obviously didn't buy it.
"I know you weren't paying attention today in class." It was her turn to smirk.
"I finished the book ages ago so I don't need to pay attention." The voices had stopped, meaning her mom had gone to work and her dad had
left to drink himself to death or hook up with some chick.
"I think it's safe to go downstairs if you want to." Eli sat in a chair across the room.
"Naw, I like it better in here. So do you want to work on the reinactment or your lack of writing prowess?" The corner of his lips twitched upward.
"Hey!" Clare threw a pillow at him, and though it was promptly caught, it left a smile on his face.
"Well which would you prefer then?" She stopped to contemplate before finally answering.
"Definitely the reinactment. Come on." She twined her fingers with his and led him down to the loft; her favorite place in the whole house.
They sat on the floor, each facing the other, and started reading lines.
Eli started. "Ay me! for aught that I could ever read, could ever hear by tale or history, the course of true love never did run smooth; but either it was different in blood—" For some reason the air in the room had changed, become more... heated?
Clare ignored it, reading her line. "O cross! too high to be enthrall'd to low."
"Or else misgraffèd in respect of years—" How did he make it sound so good?
"O spite! too old to be engag'd to young." They unconciously moved closer the longer they read, leaning more and more towards the other.
"Or else it stood upon the choice of friends—" Man his eyes were green...
"O hell! to choose love by another's eyes." So close. She could just reach over and-
"Um...now we just have to make it more modern day." She was such a coward.
"Guess so." Eli commented, pulling back.
The two of them both sat in the kitchen, eating assorted snacks that were anything but good for them.
"So what do you usually write about?" Eli asked.
Clare didn't want to say, 'My ex-boyfriend, who cruelly dumped me for my ex-friend' so she stuck with, "Anything that's on my mind. Things that I need to let out but can't tell to other people." There was a pregnant silence as Eli thought that over. She was the most deep highschooler he'd ever met. And she was still a sophomore! Then he remembered that he was supposed to be giving her insight on her problem.
"Maybe you just need a new topic. When something dies it's dead. There is no bringing it back to life, so just accept it and move on to something else." Said like the true relative of someone who runs a mortuary.
He glanced at the clock. It read 9:42. He was supposed to be home by ten. "Well, Clare, I'll leave you with that thought cause my dad will kill me if I'm not home by ten." He felt bad about lying, no matter how necessary it was.
Clare's face fell. If he left then she'd be left alone with her father and that scared her...a lot. She hadn't been wearing long sleeves lately for nothing. But he had to go so she sucked it up like the big girl she was. "Okay then. I'll see you tomorrow, right?"
"Guess you will." Deja vu anyone? Then he walked up to her, took her hand, and kissed it. "Later." Then he was gone.
Eli's heart was pumping. He kissed her! Oh shit, hopefully she didn't get mad. He sighed. Tomorrow wouldn't come soon enough...
Clare was still in her chair, frozen. Eli. Kissed. Her. It was only on the hand though and she felt like a fire was raging inside of her. Imagine if he'd kissed her on the lips!
She raced up the stairs to start typing. Clare pulled out her laptop and set it on the desk, sitting in the chair that Eli had occupied mere hours ago. Clare waited impatiently for it to turn on. The second it loaded her fingers were on the keys.
"What reason did I have to like him? He was arrogant and sarcastic and he dressed from head to toe in black. But he was also charming, believe it or not, and his smile, though exceedingly rare, made me melt on the inside. Eli Goldsworthy is a different type of guy and I just may be falling for him. Forget K.C Goldsworthy and his backstabbing girlfriend. As they always say, out with the old and in with the new."
Clare smiled. Maybe the reason she hadn't been able to write anything was because there wasn't anything to write about. What happened with K.C in the past was over. Done. They were through and she was ready to accept that.
She shut her laptop before shutting off her lights and lying down on her bed. It was a new year and she was ready to live it up.
A/N- Yay, my first Degrassi story. If you think i should continue it tell me but it's meant to be a oneshot. I really shouldn't be posting this but i feel like I should contribute after reading so many... Review?