It's hard to explain the Clare I see. Because she's different from the Clare you see.
The Clare I see is deep, fathomless… lost. And only a handful of people have experienced that Clare.
She and I have a bond that is unseen by the public eye. It's unseen by you, by everyone, but us.
Point is, if the eyes are the windows to the soul, then our souls had intertwined from day one. And we knew it.
The school bell rang, everyone rose from their seats to make their best attempt to be first out of the front doors of Degrassi. I patiently made my way out of class to greet Clare at her locker. It's sort of routine now.
As I made my way down the hallway, Literature book in hand and open, I approached Clare while sarcastically reciting a Shakespeare poem we'd read in class earlier that day:
"Love… is a smoke raised with the fume of sighs,
Being purged.. a fire.. sparkling in lovers' eyes…"
I took a few steps forward and continued on,
"Being vexed, a sea nourished with lovers' tears.
What is it else? A madness most discreet…"
I reached her, pulling her close to me.
"A choking gall and a preserving sweet."
I kissed her.
I watched as her face went from pale ivory to a scarlet red, which made me smile.
"What are you going Shakespeare on me?" she joked.
"I do apologize vampire girl but, I'm no Edward Cullen."
We made our way outside.
"Ha ha" she responded bitingly, "what do your evening plans consist of ?"
"I was thinking maybe we could go for a drive tonight, just you and me."
She waved her hand at a dark green van pulling up in the school parking lot and started to go toward it. "That sounds great", she agreed, "pick me up at 7?" she questioned, with an innocent smile on her face, slightly tilting her head to the right, holding open the van door.
I smirked. "That sounds great", I mocked.
The van pulled away and I walked over to Morty noticing a small white piece of paper tucked between the windshield wipers. I pulled it out and started to read:
"Eli, I know this is a little late, but I was hoping it wouldn't trouble you to stop by my house before 6, I have something for you."
"Signed Paulette?" I questioned to myself aloud. "Paulette?"
That's when it clicked.