My cell phone vibrated in my pocket as I sat at the computer chair downstairs, reading Eclipse for the third time.

"Hello?" I answered. I could almost see his smirk through the phone.

"Quite an improvement from not answering to two rings."

"I'm sorry if some of us hae lives, Eli." I retorted.

"Ouch." Was his sarcastic response, "I was actually wondering if you wanted to come over and hang for a bit?"

"Sure. What time?"

"10 minutes."

"Ok, see you in 10."

Hanging up, I spun around in my chair. Standing up, and slipping my Converse on, I brushed my now longer hair, since it had grown in the 4 months I had been in school, and walked out the door.

Eli didn't live that far from me, actually. I found that out the first time I went over his house to 'work on a project', which turned into watching scary movies for hours, until my parents called me, wondering where I was.

Now it was a normal occurance. Going over Eli's to hang out, or do the occasional English project. I was there in no time, and I saw him laying out in the middle of the street.

"Eli!" I called from above him. By some myrical, he heard me over the blasting sound that was his choice of music, opened one eye, then the other, squinting in the fading light, and took out his head phones, pressing pause on his iPod. "Death wish much?"

"What? It's not like there's a never ending stream of cars." He stood up and motioned for me to follow. Walking in through his front door, we went up into his room. "So, what do you want to do? Movies? I got a whole bunch of new 'scary' ones. Maybe this time you'll end up in my lap."

The first time we watched, I was leaning on him, burying my head in his shoulder during the discusting gory parts. Each time, I felt his smirk. He kept his arm around me from start to finish, and when it ended, he had said, very cockily I might add, "Maybe next time you'll end up in my lap."

Everytime we had one of these hang out sessions, he would say each time "maybe you'll end up in my lap this time, to which I responding with a scoffed "you wish."

"You wish," I scoffed. I sat on his bed, and he showed me the movies he had. A few I'd already seen, The Unborn and the Univited, and the other two I had yet to see. "I think we should watch-"

"The Exorsist? I was thinking the same thing!" I rolled my eyes. Eli popped in the DVD, played with the remote until he pressed the right buttons that made it work, layed back on his bed, and patted for me to do the same.

A few hours, many screams, and a jump or two later, we were both sitting up, and as predicted, I was sitting in Eli's lap. He had his arms around me, and we were panting, watching the credits.

"Jesus. They don't joke around when they say something's one of the scariest movies in the history of scary movies." I slapped his arm, and he looked at me innocently.

"You planned this, didn't you." I stated, and his infamous smirk filled his pale face.

"Why, Clare, of course I didn't!"

"Eli, oh my God! You just scared me half to death, I hope you're proud of yourself."

"Well after I got you into my lap, I still have to say, not yet, no." He leaned down and places his lips on mine. "Now I'm proud of myself." He whispered, a small actual smile on his face. I leaned up and repeated what he just did.

"Now I'm proud of myself too, Goldsworthy." I glared at him, "But I'm still pretty mad at you. I'm going to have nightmares for weeks."

"Don't worry, Blue Eyes. I'll chase away the bad dreams."

A/N It took me a while to figure out what movie they were going to watch. And even longer to finsh this, no matter how short it is. I had mulitiple interuptions, and I wanted to capture their personalities perfectly. So, here we go! One moderatley well written One-Shot later, and hopefully a review from my kind readers?