Here's an Eclake story for you all, or at least the start to what I hope to be a few chapters long. I apologize if any of you feel any of the characters are ooc, but I guess that I could in turn argue that this is an AU story and therefore I have the ability to do whatever the hell I want, like, say, make Clare a major slut. But don't worry, I would never do that. I have too much respect for these characters and they ways in which they were intended by the writers of Degrassi to act(even if that can in itself be a little questionable at times). I hope that you enjoy. Please review so that I know that you do, or even if you don't!
It's funny how your life can change in a matter of seconds.
These seconds can be spent crashing your car, rendering you paralyzed for the rest of your life. They can be wasted staring down at two pink lines as you realize what you've just gotten yourself into. Or maybe the seconds ticked away as you watched your boyfriend kissing your ex-boyfriend, also known as your step-brother. What ever the case may be, your life has just changed drastically. And not always for the worse.
It had not been what Clare expected to find when she came home early from a weekend sleepover at Alli's. She had been having an immense amount of fun girl-talking with Alli and Jenna, but truth be told, she had also been missing Eli the entire time and was crazing desperately to be back in his arms. The two other girls seemed to understand; Alli was ready to rekindle things with Dave and Jenna was eager to get her flirt on with a cute boy from the mall. So after being ushered excitedly out of the house, Clare returned to her own, only to find a startling sight.
Oblivious to the girl now standing a few feet away from them, the two boys continued their wrestling practice, kissing each other in ways neither had ever kissed Clare. The only thing that seemed to be able to take her out of her stupor was a groan omitted from one of the boys (which boy it was, Clare wasn't sure, but she could have sworn it was from her own boyfriend), causing her to gasp and drop her over-stuffed duffel bag as her hands shot up to cover her mouth.
"Oh my God, you have got to be kidding me," were the words muffled by her hands as she gazed in disbelief at the boys in horror. Torn from their game by the sound of her fallen luggage, both boys stared right back, blinking almost in unison. Had it have been any moment but this, Clare would have laughed at the coincidence, but her heart was too hurt for that kind of reaction. Not only had she just found her boyfriend cheating on her, but her step-brother, who she had trusted most, had betrayed her.
The three of them stayed staring at each other like that for a few moments more, none of them really sure what to do or say to make the situation any better, though at that point such a thing seemed pretty impossible. Not wanting to wait around anymore for words that would never come, Clare bolted from the doorway, leaving her baggage and the boys behind as she made a beeline to her room. Once inside the sanctuary, she crashed on her bed, sobbing into the pillow for what felt like hours.
Back downstairs, the boys remained in an awed silence, still looking at the place Clare had just been. Slowly, as though unsure of his actions, Eli sat up. He was still straddling Jake's waist, whose hands were still placed firmly on Eli's sides. The high from the weed the two had previously smoked was subsiding, so as their gaze fell on each other they both jolted, finally realizing what was going on as they scrambled to their feet.
This was not the first time that Eli and Jake had found themselves in this sort of a situation. After their third session together, something seemed to click in their minds and they very often ended up on the floor as their limbs, and tongues, fought against the other. Neither of them were sure which had originally started it, though Eli had a sinking suspicion that it had been Jake to 'Figure out why Clare likes you so damn much'. They didn't care and it didn't bother them. There was nothing romantic about the kisses, really, it was just two boys freeing their minds for a little bit and getting carried away. Never too carried away, considering that the most that had ever happened ended in a shirtless Jake, but that was a fairly common sight around the Edwards-Martin household. The arrangement was strange, especially since both boys swore by their sexuality, but it was fun and, as much as they wanted to, they just couldn't stop. At least not until now.
"Fuck, Jake, what the hell? You said that she wasn't going to come home," Eli hissed, racking his fingers through his tousled hair in a worried manner as he paced the floor. Sighing deeply, Jake sat on the couch and shrugged, not knowing how this was his fault or how the boy was blaming him when he was in fact the one to tell Jake that information. But he understood that Eli was worried and let the moment pass, just trying to calm him.
"I don't know, that's what I thought, but-" Jake tried, but he was cut off by Eli standing in front of him, arms waving about desperately. "She hates me now, I know it. She thinks that I've been cheating on her, God dammit, and... this is all my fault. I have to fix this. Jake, what do I do?" he ranted off, unsure of what to do about the situation he had gotten himself into. It was safe to say that he was freaking out, as he often did when things went wrong at his expense.
Shrugging his shoulders helplessly, Jake wasn't sure what advice to give the boy. Having never been in this sort of a situation himself, he wasn't sure how one could go about fixing it. The action received a frustrated groan from the other boy who, instead of waiting around for the other boy to come out of the clouds too, made his way up to Clare's room for a little confrontation about what she had just witnessed.
Fully coming to his senses now, Jake shook his head and muttered to himself, "I would much rather get back to wrestling..." Groaning, he rose from his seat and followed the other boy up, mentally preparing himself for lots of yelling, hitting and hating words. "This is going to be great," he murmured sarcastically, hand on the doorknob as he slowly opened it and entered Clare's room.