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Clare's POV:

I hate him. I hate him. I hate him! I hate him! I HATE HIM! I FUCKING HATE HIM! KC broke up with me! The only promise he ever made me was that he would never break up with me. Surprise surprise, one hoe (cough cough Jenna cough cough) comes along and he dumps me! I though he loved me? Maybe there was something wrong with me? Maybe I wasn't sexy, or beautiful or pretty or cute or anything? Maybe I am just a short ugly fat girl. I bet KC just felt sorry for me. Either way, I fucking hate him.

I guess breaking up with me wasn't enough, KC told practically everyone at Degrassi and for the past few hours I have gotten a million pity texts and calls and fagerange messages. I hate pity. I wish it would all just stop. I want to talk to Eli; he's the only person who can make me feel better. No matter what point in my relationship I was with KC, Eli always made me feel wanted, and special, and beautiful, and loved. He was my best friend and I love him so much, you know as friends. I couldn't deny that he was gorgeous. With that smirk and those eyes, how could he not be? But he was my best friend; I couldn't love him like that, right?

Anyway, I needed him. He would fix this, make it feel better. I speed dial number one in my phone. That's right, KC never could beat Eli's place in phone. I hear it ring and Eli picks up almost immediately, "Hey Clare."

I sniffle a bit, I guess I have been crying, "Hey Eli. I need you. Can you come over?"

"Of course. Are you okay? Do you want me to come get you? We could go to my house. My parents are out." He sounds worried.

I loved when I could go to Eli's house. His family was like my own. They took the place of my screwed up family, "That sounds great! Thank you!"

He chuckles, "Anything for you blue eyes. I'll be there in ten."

I sigh in relief, "Thanks Eli. I'll see you soon."

He replies, "See you soon blue eyes, I'm driving now so I need to hang up. Bye."

But he doesn't hang up, not until I say goodbye, "Bye Eli."

Two things I love about him: Though he's reckless, he's a safe driver; because his uncle was in a bad accident. Second, he always says goodbye before we hang up, even when we fight, he makes sure I know he cares for me. This was due to Julia. But I don't want to get into that. The point is, if KC didn't want to talk, he would just hang up. I hated that.

After waiting for a few minutes, Eli pulled up. He walked up to the door and knocked. Another thing I loved, KC just honked. He was so lazy.

I open the door and basically fling myself in his arms, "Eli!"

He catches me and returns the embrace, "Clare are you okay?"

I nod and burry my face in his neck, "Cane we go? I need to talk to you."

He releases me, but takes my hand and gives it a squeeze. Even though we are just friends, Eli does this a lot. We are very touchy feely, in a non perverse way. He opens the hearse door for me, and I slide in. He walks around to the driver side and drives away.

After a minute of driving in silence, I scoot close to him. He wraps his arm around my shoulder and glances at me, "Cold blue eyes?"

I shake my head, "No. But I just- I need you."

He smiles, and squeezes me gently, "Well I'm here Clare. As always."

I smile softy, "You're the best friend ever. You know that?"

He smirks, "I know."

I shove in his side, "Could you be more smug?"

He smirks, "Absolutely!"

Finally, we pull up to his house. He reaches over me and opens my door. I hop out and he follows in suite. He walks around the car and takes my hand again. It's like he can read my mind at times.

When we get inside, we go up to his room, like we always do. I sit down on his bed, and he plops down next to me, "So what's the deal Clare? Why are you so upset?"

I look at him, confused, "No one told you?"

He nods, shyly, "Well I heard something, but I never believe rumors. And I would have called, but I know how much you hate pity."

I am silently grateful, "You know me so well. But it's true. KC broke up with me. For Jenna." My eyes filled with tears as I sat there humiliated. I looked away from him, at the floor.

Eli wasn't having that. He took my small face in his big, strong hands and looked into my eyes, "Clare. He is an ass. I know how much this sucks now, but you are better without him. He is a brainless jock and he was never good enough for you. He will never love you like…." But then he stops.

I pin my eyebrows together, "Like who Eli?"

Now he looks away, "Never mind. I shouldn't have said anything."

He gets up to walk away from me and look out the window. I follow him and smack the back of his head, "You tell me right now Elijah Goldsworthy."

He looks me in my eyes, "Clare, now isn't a good time to get into this. It's too soon."

"Too soon for what? Eli none of this makes sense." I accuse.

He shakes his head, "Clare if I tell you, our friendship will be ruined. Please don't ask me to say it. You mean too much to me to lose."

I take both his hands in mine, "Eli, please tell me. You can't just say something like that and stop. If you care anything about me, tell me."

He looks unsure, but nods, "Sit down," He gestures to his lap, because he doesn't have another chair.

I sit in his lap and wiggle around to get comfortable. He puts his arms around me to hold me in place, and looks into my eyes. He looks like he's in pain, "Clare. KC didn't love you, at least not like you deserve. You deserve to be treated like a princess. KC didn't do that; he didn't give you what you deserve. KC didn't love you. Not like I do."

What? Eli loves me? I'm sure he means just as a friend, "You mean friend love?"

He shakes his head and takes my face in his hands once again, "I am absolutely completely and totally in love with you Clare Edwards. I love you more than I have ever loved anyone, and definitely more than just a friend."

Then it happens. Eli kisses me. His soft big lips fit perfectly with mine. I kiss him back; I guess I do love him. I know I do. We break apart, needing air. I stay speechless and I think it scares him, "Clare? Please. Say something."

I take a deep breath, but then I smile. A big warm loving smile, "Elijah Goldsworthy, I love you too."

He sighs in relief and whispers "Get over here blue eyes." He cups the back of my neck and leans in to kiss me. I close the distance between our lips and push my mouth onto his. He runs his tongue along my bottom lip, tugging on it with his teeth. I smile in the kiss and part my lips to let him in. His tongue pokes at, mine. I push it against his and our tongues dance, slowly. He breaks the kiss before we go too far, and he smiles at me.

I giggle, "Though you always manage to make me feel loved, I like this new method." I half joke.

Then he smirks. Of course, "I think I like it too. Who knew Saint Clare was one hell of a kisser."

I shove his shoulder, "You're not so bad yourself Goth boy."

He rolls his eyes, "Hey! Besides, I'm your Goth boy now."

I perk up, "So does that make us…"

Before I trail off, Eli stops me, "Does that make us what? Girlfriend."

I smile and kiss his lips quickly, "Perfect."

He hugs me and kisses the top of my head, "Clare, now you know I love you, but it's eight o'clock. Shouldn't I get you home?"

I shake my head, "I don't want to go. But if you need me too…"

He shakes his head and holds me tighter, "Like I would ever kick out my girlfriend. Do you want to spend the night?"

This was no big deal, Eli and I had 'sleepovers' all the time. But we were together now, "Is that okay? Like should we, since we are together?"

He curls his lip, "It's fine with me. We won't do anything you aren't comfortable with. I promise."

I smile, "Okay. Thank Eli, you're the best."

He kisses my cheek, "Anything for you baby."

I raise an eyebrow, "Baby huh?"

"Oh, I'm sorry." He says.

I shake my head, "Don't apologize. I like it. It makes me feel special."

He chuckles, "I'm glad. I love you my sweet Clare."

I kiss his cheek, "I love you too."

He looks at the clock, "Well it's still early for a Friday. Do you want to watch a movie?"

I nod, "Sure."

We get up and go back to his living room, where the TV is. While we are walking, he slyly grabs my hand. I blush and squeeze his hand. When we get to the room, I sit on the couch, a little tense and he pops in a movie. I assume it's a horror movie, that's all he owns. When he walks back over to me, he notices how tense I am. He sits down next to me and looks at me, confused, "Clare are you okay? You seem tense."

I shrug, "I feel a little awkward. Eli you're my best friend, and now you're my boyfriend. I just don't know how to do this?" I state humiliated.

Eli chuckles. He chuckles at me! "Clare. You are too cute. We do this like this." He pulls me closer to his slouching chest and pulls my face to rest on him. I place a hand on his heart and a hand on his lower thigh. He puts an arm around me, and rests his free hand on mine.

I look up at him, "I like this."

He smiles and hits play, "I like this too. We feel right."

I just relax into his side as the movie credits start. As the movie progresses, a guy gets his head cut off, and I basically jump into Eli's lap. He smiles wide as I hug him tightly. When the scene ends, I move to get off his lap, but he stops me. He cradles my body perfectly, "Where do you think you're going my sweet Clare?"

I blush, "I don't want to crush you."

He rolls his eyes, "Oh please. You're light as a feather blue eyes. Now relax and let me protect you."

I peck his lips and relax in his arms, still on his lap. The movie ended up being pretty good. Though I hid during the gore scenes, Eli held me, as promised. But the plot was decent, and I liked some of the actors. It wasn't nearly as stupid as some of the other ones Eli had forced me to watch. But too soon, it got late and Eli and I had to sleep.

We walk back to his room hand in hand, but the awkward feeling was coming. Though I spend the night here a lot, Eli usually sleeps on the couch. I don't know if that would change, since we are dating now?

"Eli?" I ask.

"Yeah baby?" He replies.

I look up at him, "I don't have anything to sleep in."

He shrugs, "I'm pretty sure some of your pajamas are in the drawer."

Is he really gonna be that dumb! "Eli I want to sleep in something of your dummy!"

He smirks, "Oh, well that's awesome actually. You can grab whatever you like from my drawers."

There we go, "Okay. Thanks."

After I rummage through his drawers a bit, I settle on his black veil brides tee shirt. I considered grabbing a pair of his boxers as bottom, but the shirt was long, so I decided to be bold and go without bottoms. I wondered to the bathroom while Eli got changed.

While I change out of my clothes and into Eli's shirt, he knocks on the bathroom door, "Eli?" I ask.

"Yeah babe. Do you mind if I sleep in my boxers? Or do you want me to cover up? I don't want you to be uncomfortable." He says back.

I smile at the idea of him in boxers, "Ummmm boxers are fine."

He checks again, "You sure?"

"Of course. I want you to be comfortable." I say, as I come out of the bathroom. Eli smirks at my bottomlessness. I blush, "Stop staring."

He shrugs and catches me by the waist, "What can I say? My girlfriend is gorgeous."

I turn to kiss his lips, "You're such a sweet talker. And I love it!"

He chuckles, "I know you do. By the way, you look sexy in my clothes."

I blush and Eli kisses my rose cheeks. But now it's time to do the really awkward part, sleeping arrangements. I thing Eli senses my nervousness, "Do you want me to sleep on the couch? I don't mind if it makes you more comfortable."

I think it over, "Umm, no. But I don't know if I want you to sleep with me, yet."

He nods, "I don't want to pressure you Clare. But you know I'm not gonna like jump you in your sleep or anything. I know about the purity ring, and until you willingly take it off, I will wait for you."

I hug his torso, "Thank you."

He smiles, "I can just lay with you, you know about the covers. I can grab a blanket for me out of my mom's room. We could just try. If you feel uncomfortable, I will sleep on the couch."

I nod eagerly, "Okay that sounds good."

He looks happy, "Cool. Okay, why don't you lie down, I will go get a blanket."

I nod and head over to the bed. He tucks me in and kisses my forehead, "I'll be right back." He whispers.

I giggle, "Hurry."

He comes back a few minutes later, blanket in hand. He lies down next to me, but above the covers, "Miss me blue?"

I stick my tongue out at him, and he smirks. I try to cuddle close to him, but the blankets serve as brick walls, there was no way I was getting closer to him. Eli notices my failed cuddling attempt and laughs as I pout, "Blue eyes, I love you, and I would love to cuddle. But there is no way it's going to work with me above the covers and you under them."

I smirk, "Well there is one solution?"

He raises an eyebrow, "And that would be?"

I take a deep breath, "You could always come under the covers with me."

He smiles, "Are you sure?"

I nod, "I want to cuddle with you."

He kisses my nose, "I want to cuddle with you too blue eyes."

He pushes off his extra blanket and crawls under the covers with me. I curl into his side and he welcomes me in his arms. He gives my body a gentle squeeze and I smile in bliss. He moves to intertwine our legs, but stops, "If you ever get uncomfortable, let me know."

I roll my eyes, "Eli, I love that you want to make me comfortable, but stop okay. If I want you to stop, it will be known."

He nods and intertwines our legs. I press my cold toes to his leg, and he flinches a bit, "Blue eyes! Your toes are like little icicles. I'm getting you socks."

He gets out of bed to get socks and I pout. He chuckles and comes back with a pair of black socks in hand.

Eli stops at the front of the bed and reaches his hands under the covers to find my feet. I pull my legs back to mess with him as he continues to search. After a few seconds he gets frustrated, "Clare, give me your freezing feet."

I giggle and stick my toes on his warm hands. He runs his hands up my calf and back down to my feet, kissing each of them. I wiggle my feet under his mouth and he laughs. He pulls the socks onto my feet. They are huge on me, so he rolls them up so they fit me right.

Finally, he returns to the bed and we recuddle up, "Thank you."

He smiles, "Anytime blue eyes, anytime. Now get to sleep. You have had a long day."

I look up and he kisses me, "I love you Clare."

"I love you too Eli." Today was crazy, but it was perfect.