This is my first ever FanFiction story, and I admit I'm a bit nervous. Degrassi is by far my most favorite show, next to Glee of course. I have been reading a lot of Degrassi stories, and was inspired to write about it as my first entry. Disregard any typos you see, please. It's kinda late. Enjoy(:
Raining Love..
Written in Clare's POV.
The kiss; the touch. It was all a blur as to what was happening.
The storm outside was beginning to pick up, and not one house on the street had power. Mom and dad had left for a break, so I wasn't expecting anyone else for the rest of the evening. A gentle knock came from the front door, and as I walked towards the entrance a suspicious feeling crept up when a rattle of thunder shook the house. Pulling the door open with a rusty creek, the shock hit me when the face of a familiar stranger caught my attention. The smooth complexion, dark wet hair, and muscular broad sholders couldn't stop the anxiouty from taking over the beating of my heart. Mark Fitz, the rebel since a kid. A chill from the coolness of the winter breeze swept into the house, bringing me back to reality. I was completely lost as to why the guy who tried to stab my boyfriend was standing at my door step. Rushing him inside withought saying a word, I realized a small cut underneath his right eye. No questions being asked, I welcomly took him to Darcy's old room, now being a guest room, and handed him clothes of Eli's which he had left a few weeks before. Fitz awkwardly walked passed me, gave a thanking smile, and was off to the bathroom to exchange his muddy, wet clotes, for warm new ones. Downstairs I had been sitting, still in shock, as my phone was blowing up with calls and text messages from Eli. I was massively in love with him..but I was caught so off guard at how my feelings towards Fitz were now becoming more and more stronger, thinking that whatever happened, he could have went to anyone…but he picked me. My mind was quikly removed from Eli when I heard the shut of a door from upstairs, then silence throughout the house. Turning the corner, I saw him sitting on my bed, observing pictures of myself. "Ruff night, huh?", I asked, calmly sitting next to him. I could see his body getting tense, but I kept myself calm, seeing if I could get an answer. Looking down at his muddy sneakers with a pale look, darkened eyes, and tightened jaws, he just nodded. "I always thought my mom loved me..I..I guess I wasn't a good enough kid for her anymore." I could hear the lump began to form in his throat as he tried to hold back tears. Examining his eye, I softly placed my hand on is leg, trying to ease his nerves and anger. "We better get that eye cleaned up", I nerdilly explained, "Before it gets serious." As I began to stand up, he grabbed my hand, looked dazily into my eyes and slowly pulled me down, keeping a strong contact with me. Without thought, he grabbed my chin and carefully pulled me towards him, as if I were a fragile porsalin doll. With closed eyes and puckered lips, he leaned in and pressed his lips to mine.