My love to you; Your squeal has finally arrived to you. And I hope you like it as much as you did the first one. Really I just wanted to say the things you said to me; I want to be a writer more then anything and hearing you say I'm good? Makes me write even more3 So thank you to all my reviewers.


Your Words Blind Me; One Month

I stared into Eli's eyes, biting down on my lip at his words. Tears flooding in my eyes. Could this be it? Could this moment get any better? The answer to that question is no.

Let me rewind a little bit here. After the amazing weekend with Eli I came home to silent house. No parents or anything. "Mom! Dad...?" I yelled out but instead I got nothing. I hoped they hadn't done something extreme like finding out I was gone. Freaking out and calling the cops.

But as the front door opened and my parents arguing filled the room I sighed. "Clare, honey. Can you help us with the grocery?" My mother asked me. I stared at her in dis-belief! Had she really not even notice the her only daughter had been gone for two whole nights.

I decided not to protest. Like they would care. They were too wrapped up in the rant about how to park the car. "I put up everything" I told my parents who were sitting on opposite furniture. "Clare? We need to talk" She told me. Her voice filled with sadness. I knew what was coming and I didn't want to hear it. "Your...kidding me right?" I said before they could say a word. "Clare, there is no need putting you through all of this" My mother said and stood up "It's for the best" She said and I shook my head. "Breaking the family up is for the best!" I screamed at them. That had to be the first time I had ever yelled at my parents. I stormed up to my room and slammed my door behind me.

I laid on my bed trying to hold back the tears that were slowly spilling out. "Clare?" I heard through the door. It was my mom but I didn't want to move. I didn't want to answer. She opened the door herself and walked inside. She sat at the end of my bed and looked at me. "Clare your Father and I...we just...we don't make each other happy anymore" She told me, like that made anything any better.

"Your not even trying." I stated and she sighed "For a while we have been trying Clare. Nothing works. Your fifteen years old. You asked for the truth a while ago well, here it is. Your dad is moving out within the next two weeks. I'm sorry Clare, but it is nothing but for the best" She said and left.

And that is what happened the night I got home. I cried myself to sleep that night. Who ever said it was great having divorcing parents was lying, it sucked. In the next few weeks I was lost, hardly talking to my parents not even caring what was going on around me. All I knew was Eli.

He made everything better. He me made me smile, laugh and feel like one of a kind. He listened to my opinion and cared about what I have to say. He didn't treat me like a puppet. I was just Clare with him, his girlfriend. Myself.

And now it had been one month since that night and me and Eli had been growing stronger since then. My mom hardly even cared, out every night with her friend mostly she called it 'Trying to make herself happy again' I thought it was complete bull.

There hadn't been any sleep overs since that night but our one month anniversary was tonight and he invited me over to his house for a weekend of us time. How could I say no to that? I was wondering what all would happen this weekend. The last time I stayed we were friends now were together. Sleeping in the same bed will be...different.

As I stood in my room and packed a small smile appeared on my face. The memories flooding my mind about the last time I had done this. From me touching his boxers to him seeing me in my bra to the skating day we had. Hopefully this time it would be better.

I looked at myself in my body length mirror and held up two different shirt to my pale skin as I stood there in my bra. I wanted to look good for tonight but of course that was hard to do. I decided on a red v-neck sweater and some jeans. Nothing big, but something Eli would like.

I got my bag and my phone I had a missed call, Eli. He was probably wondering if I was coming. I was supposed to be there an hour ago but I had to do some extra work before my mom let me leave the house. I didn't bother to tell her where I was going, just said I'd be back whenever. It was as if she just didn't care anymore and even though I hated that times like these. I never did.

I stepped outside the house and was about to dial Eli's number to tell him I was ready.

"Standing me up, blue eyes?" He asked as he answered. I smiled. That nickname still made my heart flutter. "Sorry, had to so some extra work. Come by and pick me up?" I asked biting my lip and I heard him let out a small laugh. "Look down the road" He said. My eye brows furrowed in confusion but I looked down the road and as I did I saw pulling up to my house. I hung up my phone a cheesy smile on my face and walked to get into Morty.

I sat down into the slightly warm hearse and looked over at my adorable boyfriend sitting next to me. "Well aren't you looking rather fancy tonight" I said to him looking at what his was wearing. He just laughed a little bit "That's because I kind a have a surprise for you" He told me and I bit my lip "What is it?" I asked excitedly. "Clare, what do you not get by surprise?" He smiled at me and started to drive off towards where he lived.

It was around five when we pulled up to his house and the sun was just setting. He pulled up a little further than usual and then got out jogging to my side of the car and opening the door for me like the true gentleman he is. I grabbed my bag and smiled at him and he took my other hand in his as we walked to the door.

He flashed me a look of worry before opening the door and instead of heading straight to his room, we walked into the kitchen. My eyes went wide and I couldn't stop blushing "Mom, Dad. This is Clare" Eli spoke beside me. I laughed slightly and waved at them. This should be fun.


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