I hope you like it. It just popped into my head when I was dancing in my room. Enjoy and review of course!
Knock, knock, knock.
There I stood at the Edwards' residence, to help Clare "study" . We always ended up goofing off.
I loved the way Clare laughed.
I would do almost anything to get her to be my girlfriend, but we were so different.
She was good, I was bad.
She wouldn't hurt a fly, I would be pelting the flies with rocks.
She was Christian and holy, I was an atheist and a smart mouth.
But for those reasons, I wanted her even more.
When the door open, a girl was I had never seen before was grinning, but it faltered when she saw me.
"Who are you?," she snapped.
My guess is that she was waiting on someone.
"I'm Eli and I'm here to study with Clare. Now who are you?"
She looked like a Flordadian version of Clare and she was older.
"Darcy, Clare's sister," Now she was back to her, what seemed as, her cheery self. She opened the door more and gestured for me to enter.
As I stepped in I could here the muffled sound of music coming from upstairs.
I was about to call Clare's name, when Darcy put her hand over my mouth. I could see a devilish grin play on her face.
"Just go on up," She nodded towards stairs.
On my way up the stairs, I heard an alternated voice say 'M100'. It was a radio station Clare had listened to.
I was then at the top of the stairs, when I heard squealing and G6 begin to play.
It was coming from Clare's room.
This was going to be interesting.
Her door was cracked enough for me to see Clare dancing.
She was dancing really well but not how I figured Saint Clare to dance. I could see her curving her body, hopping and using hand motions.
Then she did the unthinkable.
I remembered the move from a music video, Adam had shown me.
She dropped it like it was hot.
I couldn't take it anymore, I busted out laughing and fell on the floor.
I couldn't believe it. How would Clare know a move like that?
I heard the music shut off and soon after Clare's door swing open.
"Eli!" she shouted in a state of shock. I stifled my laughter to stand up and look at Clare.
She was wearing a white tank top and a black pair of booty-shorts. I couldn't help but laugh when I saw her shocked and flustered face
One second I'm in my room, dancing to my all time favorite song then I'm here looking at Eli having a laugh attack.
I told Darcy to come get me if someone named Eli came to the door, which proves to never trust your sister. I guess that's why I know where her diary is.
Eli had stopped laughing to get up but when he saw my face, he just started laughing again.
"Darcy!" I screamed. Oh, she was going to get it.
I could hear laughter join Eli's as she came upstairs.
"I told you-"
She interrupted me, while gasping for air, "Never…trust…sister,"
I was about to burst her bubble, by saying I knew where her diary was but I caught my tongue.
I shot her my meanest face possible, "Go to your room, I'll deal with you later,"
"Yes, mother," she laughed as she went to her room and closed her door. I could still hear her laughing.
I turned to Eli, "Let's go down stairs. She is probably trying to hear our conversation,"
As we started down the stairs, I heard an "Aw" escape from Darcy's room.
I shook my head
Leave it to Darcy to want drama.
Eli and I were standing by the table.
When we turned to face each other, his smirk was plastered on his face, big surprise.
"What was that dancing up there, Edwards?"
I could tell he was holding in his laughter.
I went with the first exscuse that popped into my mind
I sighed, "I'm practicing for the talent show dance I'm doing with Alli and Fiona,"
"I didn't know you were the dancing type," He raised his eyebrows.
"There is a lot you don't know about me, Goldsworthy," I winked.
We flirted all the time but never anything serious.
"So what are you here for?" I asked.
"I wanted to see if you wanted to chill but you seem busy enough,"
Grabbed his arm and dragged him to the door.
"Actually, Eli, I really am so if you don't mind I need to practice," I opened the door and Eli walked out.
Then he stopped and faced me, "Oh, and Clare, don't be embarrassed. You danced pretty good. But keep practicing, auditions are Friday," He smirked.
Before I could ask him how he knew that, he ran off, hopped in Morty and drove away.
I leaned against the door board and shook my head.
What was I going to do with him?
Was it fluffy enough? I have to write one fluffy thing and one pissed off thing when I'm pissed off so...here is your fluffy thing! =D So should I continue? Review and tell me what you think.