Based on Umbrella Pt 1 and the heartbreaking Eclare Tweets that occurred Saturday night. With that spawn this story.
I don't own Degrassi or anything Degrassi related.
So there I was, 9pm on a Saturday night, begging my girlfriend to call me back over fucking Twitter. Pathetic? Yes. But I was nearing the edge of desperate. I fucked up, I know I did. I shouldn't have let her just leave like that. What can I say, I was scared, terrified. Sure, I may not be a virgin, but that doesn't mean the thought of taking Clare's virginity doesn't petrify me. I respect her way too much to let her throw herself at me. That's why I let her leave, with me immediately regretting it of course. And the girl is just too stubborn for her own good. Every time I called her phone, she'd send me to voicemail. I tried sending her IM messages but they kept bouncing back, obviously she had blocked me. I get that she was mad, probably really hurt, but I need to explain everything to her. So I reached a new level of desperation and tried reaching out to her on the public forum known as Twitter, knowing that every one of our friends and acquaintances would see my pathetic little call-out. I could just see Adam rolling his eyes and shaking his head when he reads what I wrote.
With a click of a button, the message would appear on everyone's Twitter homepage, and I walked slowly downstairs, where my parents were cuddled up on the couch watching Saw II. I sat down next to them and tried to get into the movie but I just wasn't feeling it. I sighed audibly.
"What's up, Kid?" my dad asked me. I shook my head, afraid that if I said anything, I would lose control of my emotions. My parents were cool, don't get me wrong, but I wasn't really in the habit of talking to them about serious issues or anything. My mom and I had a long heart-to-heart shortly after Julia died but that was about it. "Clare seems nice. Cute too." Without looking at him, I could tell he was smiling.
"Yeah, she's great," I muttered.
"Uh-oh, trouble in paradise?" my mom asked. "What's the matter, she seems like she really likes you, and I know you really like her."
"I do. She does. At least, I think she does." With further prodding from my parents, I continued. "It's just, we're so different. Complete opposites. I just don't know how it'll work."
"Opposites attract," my dad stated.
Opposites may attract, but in the end, our differences will always tear us apart. The words Clare wrote tonight immediately flashed before my eyes.
"Yeah but do they stay together?" I asked. "I used to think we were so compatible, that we just fit, but now I'm not so sure. She's like a ray of sunshine, and I'm as dark as the night. She's so wonderful and kind and good, I just seem to get in trouble wherever I go. She's a ... virgin. Me, not so much." I said that last part quietly but loud enough for them to hear.
My dad's eyes went wide and his mouth formed an "o". My mom spoke for him, "Oh Eli, we didn't know! We just figured that you guys had been ... intimate. Is that what started all of this? Did we scare her off?"
"Kinda. She was a little freaked out at the restaurant yesterday."
"So that's why she left in such a hurry," my dad said quietly, shaking his head. I could tell he felt bad about the whole situation.
"It's not just that," I continued. "She came over here this afternoon. She, uh, wanted to spend the night with me."
"Ahh, well there ya go Champ!" my dad laughed as he slapped my leg.
"No Dad, just, no. I told her no." My parents looked confused. "She's not ready, I know she's not. Her parents are going through a tough time and she's feeling confused and vulnerable. I just couldn't let her go through with it, and I was afraid that if I let her in, I would let myself get too carried away to stop it. After I said no, she got upset and took off on her bike. She's hurt and probably feeling rejected and now she won't talk to me."
They both nodded in understanding and after a little bit of silence, my mom spoke up, probably realize how familiar that scene played out. "She got home okay?"
"Yes, she's been online since. But she keeps sending me to voicemail when I try to call her and she won't return any of my messages. She's pretty pissed."
"You fucked up, Eli," my dad said, as blunt as can be. All I could do was nod in agreement. "You gotta get her to talk to you, Kiddo. You gotta say everything you just said to us. Do you love her?" I nodded. I hadn't told her yet, not in so many words anyway, but it was true. "Do whatever you can so you don't lose her."
"I don't think we can see you go through another heartbreak like last time, Eli," my mom said softly. I nodded and walked out of the room. I knew what I had to do.
I picked up the phone and instead of dialing Clare's cell phone like I had been, I called a different number. After a couple rings, a female voice picked up.
"Hello, Mrs. Edwards? It's Eli."
Thinking of continuing this into 2 or 3 chapters.