Okay, so this is my very first Degrassi Fanfiction that I wrote at, like, one in the morning. (I really need some sleep!) I am freaking in love with Clare. She's so adorable. And Eli? He's too epic. The two are made for each other! So this little Fanfiction is a little scene I had floating around in my head.

If you couldn't tell, they are dating in this fanfic. (Yes, I will predict the future!) I hope you like it. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I don't own Degrassi, but I wish I did!

Clare Edwards lay back on her bed comfortably. It was half past midnight and her parents were asleep.

She couldn't go to sleep. She had tried for the past hour and a half, but she couldn't get comfortable. Lying there, in the dark, she felt lonely.

She wished it were daytime. She wished she was outside, hanging out with Eli, or shopping with Alli, or studying with Connor.

Anything but lying here in the dark. She thought with a sigh. Grabbing her remote, she flipped the television in her room on. She instantly muted it and turned the subtitles on.

She channel surfed until she found a movie that had just begun. She watched the first half hour with mild curiosity.

Apparently, the protagonist, Amelia Steinbeck, was an aristocrat in love with a commoner. She wanted to keep their love a secret, but he wanted everyone to know.

"Love knows no bounds, Amelia! It does not care if you are rich or poor, black or white, big or small!" Clare smiled at the man's enthusiasm. Personally, Clare thought he could do better than Amelia, but hey, she was only human.

She continued to watch until she heard a small tap. She turned to her door, thinking the sound came from there, and waited. Again, she heard the tap, this time hearing it more than once. She turned to her window. A hand flew to her mouth to prevent a gasp, or quite possibly a scream, from escaping her lips. A figure was standing on the small ledge of her window. She took a tentative step closer until she recognized the face.

She rushed over to the window and raised it as high as she could.

"Eli!" She hissed in a whisper. "What are you doing here?" She asked. He chuckled deeply and brushed past her, into her room. She closed the window and turned to him. The televisions glare illuminated him. She felt her cheeks get hot. He was in her room, at night. Just the two of them. On a Sunday night.

"Was in the neighborhood and decided to drop by." He smirked at her. "Nice PJs, by the way." Clare looked down at herself as she felt herself flush yet again. All she was wearing was a tank top that fit a bit snug and a colorful pair of shorts. She instantly regretted getting rid of her robe. She crossed her arms over her chest.

"You need to leave. If my parents find you in hereā€¦" She trailed off. He plopped down on her bed and opened up his arms, waiting.

"Well, I guess I'll just have to be really, really quite." He whispered. She felt a smile tugging at her lips. Grabbing the remote, Clare switched the television off. She climbed into her bed beside him and let his arms wrap around her. She rested her head on his chest and relaxed into his hold. After a few minutes of silence, she started to giggle.

"What's so funny?" He asked in a playful tone. She looked up into his eyes and grinned.

"This reminds me of a book I read. The Twilight Series. Ever heard of it?" She asked. He nodded nonchalantly.

"Once or twice." He responded.

"At one point, Edward Cullen is up in Bella's room with her while her father is downstairs. It's a really cute scene." She said with a smile. He rolled his eyes and tugged at a lock of her hair.

"I'm way cooler than a sparkly vampire." He frowned. Clare bit at her lip as she erupted into a fit of giggles. He scoffed. "I could kick his butt any day of the week." He said proudly. She nodded.

"I bet you could. And who needs Edward's stupid Volvo anyways? We have Morty!" She exclaimed in a whisper. He held up a hand and she high-fived it. They laughed quietly until their excitement died down.

It was a bit nerve-wracking to Clare, having Eli up in her room at night. But she trusted him. He wouldn't do anything bad to her. She looked up at him and pressed her lips to his for a second before pulling away. She looked down at her hand, which clutched his shirt tightly, and blushed.

Oh, Clare, you're feeling too bold tonight. A taunting voice erupted. She pushed it to the back of her mind. .He tilted her chin up so that they were face to face. He pressed his lips to hers softly.

Clare's heart raced as she felt his teeth graze her bottom lip. She opened her mouth and let him enter. His tongue poked at hers, urging it to come out and play. Her tongue slithered in shyly and began its exploration.

She pulled away and gasped for air. The two lay in comfortable silence, trying to steady their heartbeats. He pressed his lips to her ear softly, slowly trailing downward until it reached to hollow behind her ear. He leaned back to whisper in her ear.

"I need to go." He whispered and kissed her cheek. "I love you." She looked at him with a frown. Before she could interrogate him, he threw open the window and vanished. She jumped out of bed and raced over to her window. She searched in the semi-darkness until she saw his retreating figure already halfway across the street. She growled.

Suddenly, she heard her parents' squeaky door open. She raced over to her bed and lay down like she did when she normally went to sleep.

She shut her eyes at the same time her door opened. She heard footsteps, her window being closed, and more footsteps.

"Silly Clare. Leaving your window open. Someone could've come in during the night." She heard her mother mutter to herself. She resisted the urge to giggle at the irony. She felt her mother's lips press softly against her forehead.

Even after she heard her parents' door close, she remained like that. She sighed deeply into her pillow. She was going to have very good dreams tonight.

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