Hold My Hand
Written by xxzooyorkxx
Summary-Dig into the minds of Clare and K.C after the breakup. Not a Klare love or hate story. Songfic-OnexShot
Disclaimer-I do not own the character of Degrassi no matter how much I wish to. I also do not own the song Everytime by Britany Spears. No copyright infringement is intended.
Authors Note-Ok so this is my first fanfiction, so I am truly sorry if it is badly written. I am just getting into fanfiction. I appreciate any criticism so any help I can get for my writing is lovely. I used to be a Klare fan but I am a huge Eclare fan now.
Clare POV
Notice me, take my hand.
Why are we
strangers when...our love is strong?
Why carry on without me?
Looking back at the weeks leading up to our breakup, I can't remember K.C holding my hand. I remember trying to hold his hand countless times, but he avoided me. Dismissed me. I thought the connection we had was strong, but now I know better. Did we even have a connection? He acts as though we have never known each other. Rejection. He goes on without me.
Everytime I try to fly I fall.
Without my wings I feel so small.
I guess I need you baby.
I walk behind them in the halls. I can't help but notice that K.C always holds Jenna's hand. She always has that big goofy grin on her face. So Happy. He grabs her books and as they are walking away I trip over my own feet. My books are everywhere. No one notices me. No one cares. I'm nothing.
Everytime I see you in my dream
I see your face; it's haunting me
I guess I need you baby.
I dream of K.C every night. He tells me he needs me and that I am beautiful. I am everything that he wants, but maybe this dream isn't a dream...maybe it is a nightmare because every time I turn around to look in his eyes I see Jenna staring back at me. Not me...Jenna. He goes to stand behind Jenna and ,then, all of a sudden Jenna is everywhere. Jenna, Jenna, Jenna.
I make believe that you are here.
It's the only way I see clear.
What have I done?
You seem to move on easy.
I stop typing the story I am writing about K.C. I have had writers block for a week now. I need to think of a way for the girl to get the guy back. Finally it dawns on me. The girl will never get the guy back. This girl will never be the cliche cheerleader who is peppy all the time, or have the picture perfect persona that everyone believes is superior. K.C has moved on from me so easily. I look down at my story and feel a smile escaping my lips. Time to end this story and begin a new one.
K.C POV
Everytime I try to fly I fall
Without my wings I feel so small
I guess I need you baby
I'm pacing back and forth in my bedroom. Back and forth, Back and forth. Everything is spiraling out of my control. My mom is back and I keyed Coach Armstrong's car. My football performance is going down and I am flunking classes. Jenna is no help, she is stuck in that bubbly head of hers. I need someone to talk to. Clare? Someone to help me. Clare? I can't talk to Clare. She hates me right now. Whatever connection that we had is gone.
Everytime I see you in my dream
I see your face it's haunting me
I guess I need you baby.
I wake up from the same dream I have been having for weeks now. In it I am telling Jenna that she is beautiful. I tell her I need her and she makes me a better me. The thing that scares me though is that each time I look up to see Jenna's eyes, I see Clares eyes not Jennas. Clares big blue eyes. Then out of nowhere Clare is everywhere. Clare, Clare, Clare.
I may have made it rain.
Please forgive me.
My weakness caused you pain
and this song is my sorry.
Jenna keeps babbling on and on and on. I can't even pay attention to what she is saying. I look up to see Clare passing by on a bike. Her beautiful eyes,without glasses, are rimmed with tears. I want to run up to her and tell her that I am sorry about everything that happened last year. I want to but I can't. I know now that my weakness caused her pain and I really am sorry. Goth boy is watching her leave. Hmmm...the tears she cries this year are for goth boy not me. Not my tears...his tears.
At night I pray
that soon your face will fade away
Everytime I try to fly I fall
without my wings I feel so small
Baby...Jenna...Baby...School...Baby. I'm falling deeper and deeper. I need someone to help me. I know that Clare can't dig me out of my grave anymore. She is always with Eli, the goth boy. Always so happy. Looking back to the weeks leading up to our breakup, I remember Clare trying to hold my hand. I always ignored it. I was too lost in the idea of Jenna. Now Eli holds her hand...the way I should have. She is happy with him. Finally it dawns on me. I was never the right guy for Clare. She is a great catch but we are not meant to be together. I feel a smile escape from my lips for the first time in weeks. Hopefully one day we will be friends.
-End-
Authors Note- Thanks to anyone who will read my story and if you can please review. I am currently writing a Eclare fiction. :D