Heey guys! Please don't kill me for stopping "You Have Pretty Eyes" I just wasn't feeling it. :/ Anyways, this story is going to be more between the scenes of Degrassi. It starts after the whole Eli freaking out in the hallway after Clare cleaned out his locker. It's going to be all Eli and Clare POV. I might add a little Adam and Fiona POV's. Not sure yet. So here is the first chapter! Hope you like it! :)

I Do not own Degrassi.

Clare POV:

I heard a knock on my door as I was walking down my stairs. I figured I may as well answer it, considering I was the only one home. To my surprise, Eli was the one on the other side of that door. "What are you doing here?" I asked keeping my gaze soft. I knew that he wasn't mad at me today when I cleaned out his locker. He just has some problems he has to deal with.

He walked in without saying a word and sat down on the couch. I followed him and sat on the coffee table in front of him. It took him a minute to say anything, when he finally did he said "It started after Julia died. T-the not throwing stuff out. Every time I try to throw something out, I feel like I'm going to die, or s-someone else is going to s-someone I love," He stuttered while shaking.

"Have you ever heard of hoarding?" I asked.

"Yeah, my mom said she would take me to talk to someone, a therapist or something," He paused, " I wanna change."

"That's good Eli. That's really, really good," I reassured him. "If you need anything just ask me okay?"

"Here is what I want Clare. I want you not to give up on me. You're the only thing that makes me feel like, I could ever get better." He said.

I looked at him and smiled. I grabbed his hands and held them. He squeezed them back. I looked him in the eye and said, "Then I guess you're stuck with me. Just like you said I was stuck with you." I smiled remembering how he said he would stick with me through my parents divorce.

He looked down. I sat on the couch next to him and hugged him. He hugged me back. We sat there for a few minutes till I loosened my grip so I could look at him. We got lost in each other's eyes. He had the most gorgeous emerald eye's I've ever seen. Before I knew it, our lips were only inches apart. I leaned in and let my lips crash into his. It was like our lips were made for each other. He licked my bottom lip, almost begging for entrance. I granted it, with that, our tongues danced together. After at least 5 minutes of kissing, I finally pulled away. As much as I wanted to go further, I don't think now is the right time. I want it to be perfect.

"Well, we have a lot of work to do now don't we?" I asked.

He raised one eyebrow and asked, "What do you mean?"

"I'm going to help you clean your room," I stated.

"You sure?" He asked.

"Positive."

I know, this one was short. Please don't kill me? Was it good? Bad? So-so? Let me know! Review please! :)

Much Love.

-Emily Anne. xox.