Losing Faith….

"How long?" I ask, my fingers intertwining with his pale ones. He looked down at his watch, then back up at me where our eyes caught each other. He smirked.

"Five months, 12 days, 19 hours, 6 minutes and 23…24…25"

"Oh ha, ha." I playfully push him, "Do you have to be a smartass all the time?"

He fake gasps, "Clare Edwards cussed? Someone call the bible committee!"

I roll my eyes, "There's no such thing. And actually, I've been cussing a lot lately…"

I've been doing far more than cussing. I've been sneaking out late, lying to my parents, skipping church just so I can squeeze in a few more hours to see Eli. I haven't prayed in over a month. Haven't even opened my bible since…well, since Eli and I had made it official. Of course, I refuse to believe that it's Eli's fault that I've been lacking in the religion department. I blame myself for not caring enough. That and, with the fact that my mother's been cheating, and my father's drinking his sorrows away. They act as if I don't exist. As if, I was just here to watch it blow over.

My facial expressions must be mirroring my thoughts because Eli nudges me and says worriedly, "Are you alright? Anything you need to talk about?"

"No, I'm fine."

He cocked his eyebrow, "You sure?" He can read me like a book.

I sigh, "I just…I need to thank you. For everything. You've helped me out so much. With my parents, the divorce, everything. Thanks."

"Of course, anything for you Clare."

I smile, thankful that I had a boyfriend so understanding. He smiles too, that the usual sarcastic smirk, but a real smile. He leans into me and our lips collide. He wraps his arms around me and I curl my fingers into his black hair. Our kiss is deep and passionate and those small sparks fly. And is it just me or is it getting hot in here? Before I know it we're leaning back on my bed and our hands are everywhere and soon I've got Eli's jacket and shirt off while he nibbles at my neck. I let out a soft moan and close my eyes.

Then suddenly he stops and I open my eyes to see what on earth could have gone wrong, he's sitting up, looking at me with sad eyes.

"Clare, are you sure you want to do this?" He's eyeing the ring on my finger.

Pure Hearts Wait

Oh wow. Slam the brakes and take a breath. He actually stopped himself because of me? Because he remembered about my ring? My promise to god, my parents, and myself? I almost cried, it was so thoughtful. I played with my ring, twisting it. Could I really wait? Did I want to wait? And what was the point of waiting? Where has god been for me these past few years? My sister being raped, my father cheating, my parents getting a divorce? Is there really a reason I should keep Eli waiting? My sweet, sarcastic, annoying Eli? The one I love and can't get enough of and wants to smack him over the head sometimes?

I look deep into his bright green eyes, tug the ring off my finger and throw it at the opposite wall. Then I take Eli by the neck and lower him down into a passionate kiss.

I guess I've lost my faith after all.

A/N

Well, this is kinda suckish, Like my other one better...Please Review!