Edit: 7/6/2011 Fixed a few grammar and spelling issues, along with some formatting things I missed at first and noticed wayyy too late (: I also realized how drastically short this one-shot is /: Ugh. I wish I could add more, but I like the way it is, I guess.
Disclaimer: I still, sadly, do not own any part of the Degrassi series. If I did, I would not need any part of my imagination to see Munro Chambers half-naked (or completely naked-I'm not picky); therefore, I cannot be sued for this drabble that shall pass as writing. Should any of you think of suing me for anything else, you should be informed that you would receive only: two pieces of pocket lint, a stale pretzel M&M, and a half-eaten red jellybean. Is it worth it? You decide.
Talking to the Moon
Eli stared as a sliver of the moon's silver glow shone into his darkened room; slowly, it crept its way further and further, slinking past the darkness thrown upon the small area, overcoming the gloomy atmosphere of the night, brightening the most obscure shadows and silhouettes.
Emerald orbs gazed through the open window at the fascinating lunar body. It was amazing, now that he thought about it, how one thing managed to be everywhere at once; while it gleamed about his home and within his own room, it was also shining down upon half of the entire world. At this moment in time, the moon was touching both himself and a certain kind, soft-hearted, feisty, blue-eyed girl with auburn curls. Intriguing, how the world worked sometimes.
I know you're somewhere out there
Somewhere far away
I want you back
I want you back
Two weeks. For two weeks, he'd been pining over that pretty little angel-like creature, wondering if she'd ever forgive him for the 'Fitz fiasco,' as he had come to christen the incident(s) at, and leading up to, the disastrous Vegas night. He figured the odds of earning that forgiveness over the next few days were nigh on impossible.
Clare had been refusing to speak, Skype, text, call, or IM him for two weeks. Two weeks…
God, he'd been stupid; Eli realized that (after the fact, of course, but he did understand that allowing his pride to lead him through that idiotic debacle was, without a doubt, the stupidest thing he'd ever done). Clare… She was, undeniably, the best thing that had happened to him. He'd fucked up. Big time.
My neighbors think I'm crazy
But they don't understand
You're all I have
You're all I have
"Jesus, Clare," he mumbled. "I acted like an ass; I get it. I should have just listened to you to begin with, Blue Eyes." Green eyes narrowed as he became conscious of the fact he was speaking aloud and to nothing but the glow of the moon.
This was laughable: Eli Goldsworthy, going insane over a pair of gorgeous blue eyes, talking to an inanimate, unspeaking object in an abysmal attempt to feel closer to his stubborn little Edwards. His brow quirked in amusement as he realized that, technically, that was exactly what Clare did: she prayed to someone/something larger than herself (or so she believed) in hopes of the person she spoke to hearing it. So… Maybe, since Clare believed that worked for her, maybe this would work the same for himself.
At night when the stars light up my room
I sit by myself
Talking to the moon
Trying to get to you
"I miss you, Blue Eyes. I get that I acted like an idiot and that you were right and I shouldn't have let it get to that point - even though I still maintain that it, at least the last bit of it, was to defend your honor and if I had known the psycho would pull a knife, I would have ended it after my blackmailed apology - which, by the way, you have yet to repay me for, Edwards."
In hopes you're on the other side
Talking to me too
Eli laughed at his little soliloquy. Look what you've done to me, Blue Eyes. You've forced the Great Eli Goldsworthy to admit he was wrong and go mad.
Or am I a fool
Who sits alone
Talking to the moon
"Jeez, Eli. Everyone thinks you're, like, rotting in your room or something. No one's seen you for two weeks. I get you're upset that you and Clare still aren't speaking - which, btw, Clare says will stop if you just wait until she's over the trauma of seeing you nearly die, you moron. Anyway… You need to get out and come over for a guy's night or whatever; get your mind off of your 'relationship dilemma' for a while…" Adam's voice drifted from the speaker of his cell phone; his voicemail was practically overflowing with his friend's messages - some concerned, some angry, some berating… Really, it just depended on the boy's mood. Apparently, he and Clare had made the Anti-Grapevine News. Whoopee.
I'm feeling like I'm famous
The talk of the town
They say I've gone mad
Yeah, I've gone mad
But they don't know what I know
'Cause when the sun goes down
Eli grinned at his cell phone's screen; Clare had finally, finally, messaged him back.
I miss you too.
-Clare
Someone's talking back
Yeah, they're talking back
So…yeah. That's it! Hope you enjoyed it…hopefully enough to review? Hmmm? :)
~Shrill Silence