Disclaimer: I do not own Clare and Eli or any other character from the show that happens to be in my story.
My head was spinning and it seemed that I was floating inches above the ground. I looked way different, and I hoped that Eli could appreciate my new look. After all, it was entirely for him, anyway. My short, choppy hair was now dyed black and straightened so it went down to my shoulders with black extensions and blue and purple, tiger striped extensions. I had on a heavy coat of black eye liner and was wearing a Dead Hand, one of Eli's favorite bands, black T-shirt, gray skinny jeans, and a pair of black Chuck Taylors. My nails were painted black and my lips were dark red with black lip liner around the outside.
I took to the look when I saw Eli staring at an "emo" girl at school. It seemed that my "Saint Clare" streak was finally over, and I would do anything to keep my Eli. The only part that remained the same was the ring on my finger, my purity ring. Everything could change about me but that never would.
As long as I continued to get good grades and wasn't hurting anyone, what'd it matter what I dressed like. I walked away from my mirror when I heard the gentle vibration of my phone. I picked it up in my palm and twisted it open, a new message from Eli springing up.
Goldielocks: what's this I hear about a new style? :/ Are you turning into a Barbie? :0
I smiled to myself and replied.
Clarebear: no…just the opposite! Why don't you come see for yourself! I don't bite.
Goldielocks: I will…see you in 20.
Clarebear:
Goldielocks:
I closed my phone and laid it back on my bedside table. Since the first time I met Eli when he ran over my glasses, I had felt a spark between us. When we were doing the assignment together and he made me scream, I began to develop feelings for him. Not just a crush…I really, really liked him. I was hoping that this new look would be the thing that pushed him over the edge and make him ask me out.
Not that I hadn't already pictured our first date. We were sitting in a quiet restaurant eating a candlelit dinner when he confessed his feelings for me and asked me to be his girlfriend. This fantasy had replayed in much more detail in numerous dreams, and I had woken up feeling hot and picturing him in my bed next to me.
Within the next fifteen minutes, the doorbell rang and I flung myself downstairs and opened the door. There stood Eli in all his emoliciousness. He was wearing black skinny jeans, black Chuck Taylors, and a Dead Hand shirt. His chocolate eyes mesmerized me for a moment before I noticed that he was watching me…studying me.
"Clare, what did you do," Eli murmured as he placed his hands on my shoulders and towed me inside. He walked me to my bedroom, I went hesitantly, and he sat me on my stool in front of the mirror. "This isn't you, Clare. Why did you do this?"
I turned and looked hesitantly at him. "I thought…you'd think I looked better like this. I wouldn't look like such a saint."
"Well, you were wrong," he said as he licked his thumb and rubbed it across my eye, removing a substantial amount of my eye liner. The feeling of his finger running across my skin made me fall back slightly, catching myself when I hit his chest. He smiled a smile so beautiful that only he could produce and did the same with the other eye. His fingers skimmed through my hair until he found the clip-on extensions and removed them, returning my hair to its short self.
After being ordered to put on some different clothes by someone I couldn't deny, I came back out and stood in front of him, ready for judgment.
"Much better." I was wearing a purple, red, and white plaid top, some dark washed skinny jeans, and a pair of pink Chucks. My hair was back to its usual bouncy shape, although it was still black, and all the eyeliner except a normal amount was removed. My fingernails were the only thing I kept black, and that was because I thought the color looked cute with my shirt.
"I must say I'm a fan of the black hair, though. Oh, one more thing." He wet his thumb again and rubbed it across my lips. They trembled beneath his finger and I quickly lost myself in a fantasy world. I pictured us together, him touching me. His lips were moving with mine and we were wrapped in a passionate embrace. I came back into reality when I felt Eli's hot breath against my face. I smiled at him before looking back in the mirror, his hands still resting on my shoulders. I pictured it being like this forever, him always being my emo boyfriend. There was a fault in that statement. I needed to get him to be my boyfriend first.