Hey! This is going to be a collaboration of one-shots with the characters of Degrassi. This has no relevance to Samantha Goldsworthy AT ALL! So please don't think this is related to that story. I just have all this funny ideas in my head, so enjoy! Rated M for possible future content.

"Oh my gosh Clare just do it!" My best friend Ali had convinced me to go to Eli's house. I had a crush on him, but I was more than sure he didn't hold the same affection for me. I rang the doorbell nervously and Ali shrieked, then ran off down the street. I was just about to shout at her to come back, but a lady answered the door.

"Hi, I'm here for Eli?" I nervously bounced one of the curls. She smiled at me and opened the door wider.

"Hello I'm his mother. He should be home soon dear, just head up to his room. It has a sign." She rolled her eyes then let me in. "I have to head out though, i'm going run some errands. Have fun now!" and with that, she dashed out the door, shutting it behind her.

I looked around and noticed the mostly tidy living room, then found the kitchen with freshly washed dishes in the drying rack. I headed upstairs the direction Eli's mom had pointed in and sure enough there was a black door with large white letters painting out ELIJAH on the door. I pushed the door open, finding new confidence somehow.

My eyes darted around and took note of the average boys room mess. Empty soda cans and old clothes on the floor, but the bed was made. I noticed two doors, both dark washed wood. I opened the first door closest to his messy bed. It was a bathroom. The other door was a closet.

I spent a lot of time staring at the closet. It was immaculate! The clothes were hung up neatly, shoes were lined along the wall just under the clothes. Boxes were stacked evenly in a row on a self above the hangers, labeled winter, spring, summer, and fall. Then I heard the front door open and close. I panicked and dove into the flawless line of shirts and jeans. I clicked the light off and stayed very still, seemingly hidden in the row of clothes.

I heard the bedroom door open and shut. My heart beat picked up and I prayed whoever had come in was NOT Eli.

I was wrong, of course.

I could just barely see the light flick on inside the room, then I heard shuffling coming tword the closet.

"I don't remember leaving this open." he spoke out loud, obviously talking to himself. He walked in the closet and my face got really hot. I held my breath and prayed harder than ever that he didn't notice me.

I could just see his face through the shirts I was buried in. He clicked the light on, clunked off his shoes, lined them up in the row, and then started to strip. My eyes grew wide. How did I find myself in this situation?This is going to make things SO awkward. He peeled off his jacket and hung it up to my left, then walked out of the closet, leaving the light on and the door open. He quickly jerked his shirt off and left it on the floor.

He was VERY well toned. His muscles looked like he could easily beat any of the football players at Degrassi in an arm wrestling match. Then he started to undo his pants button and zipper.

I blinked, but couldn't help but stare. So sue me, I was curious.

His black jeans fell to the floor, leaving Eli in only navy green colored boxers. He seemed in a rush to strip.

Oddly, I had a perfect view of him as he pushed things out of the way so he could sit against the foot of his bed. He grabbed his discarded jeans and pulled out his wallet. He took a piece of paper out of it, then tossed the wallet and jeans to the side. He held the paper in front of his face, seeming to concentrate, then his hand reached down and slipped into his boxers. A loud moan fell from his lips and I gasped, realizing what he was doing.

His hand started pumping inside the boxers and his moans got louder and it wasn't long until he reached under his bed swiftly, dropped the piece of paper and coming out with a bottle of lotion. I watched in shock as spread his legs and took his hand out of his boxers. He coated both hands with the lotion, then slipped them back into his boxers.

My cheeks flared, knowing I shouldn't watch this, but the devil inside me made me keep my eyes open, focused on what he was doing. His head fell back onto the bed and he screamed hoarsely. I watched as his boxers grew darker.

He sat there panting for a minute or two, then stood up and went to the bathroom, shutting the door behind him. I heard the shower turn on, so I thought this was my chance to escape. I slipped out of the clothes, then dashed quietly to the door. I turned around to take one last look at the room when I spotted the piece of paper on the floor where he had been sitting.

Curiosity got the best of me and I walked over to pick it up. It was actually a picture. A PICTURE OF ME! My school picture! Eli had just jacked himself off to my school picture! How did he even get this? I must have been more shocked than I thought because before I knew what was happening Eli was snatching the picture from my hands with a towel wrapped around his waist and staring at me...

"CLARE?"