I don't know where this came from, ahah.
But I hope you enjoy it! I don't own.
I didn't love her at first sight.
How could I, with that stupid cross dangling from her neck?
Here we go, I thought. Tell me my sins, love. Tell everyone how they can enter the Kingdom of Heaven, please, enlighten me.
I wouldn't have paid it any attention, but it bragged of your virtue, and who do you think you are?
Though I wouldn't waste my time telling you how your God doesn't exist; you'd figure it out someday.
You wore too many bright colours. It pissed me off.
"You have pretty eyes."
I didn't lie, I just didn't have the heart to tell you that nothing shines forever.
You had a mouth on you. I was intrigued.
"Ms. Dawes, there must be some mistake. I've never gotten a 'C'. How did this happen?"
Ugh, get over yourself.
I'll show you how writing is supposed to feel.
"Me?" he drawled, contempt dripping from his tone.
Look, I almost snapped, I don't know who you think you are with your stupid hair and combat boots, but you better not leave me to do all the work in this partnership!
It's impossible to like him.
It's not like I didn't know what kind of work ethic a boy like him would have. School is for learning; it's not a joke.
Who colours their fingernails with Sharpie anyway?
Musicians. Music junkies. All they care about is themselves and their 'jams'. Just another jerk who wears all black.
Maybe I am judging him too harshly...
Ugh, I bet he thinks that smirk can get him anything.
That cross torments me. The way it swings back and forth on you neck.
I used to hate it because I thought it made you a prude, a priss, a pratt. Self-righteous, like the rest of the Christian sheep. But now it reminds me why I'm not good enough for you. You selfless, lovely thing.
I crave the colours you wear. What colour today love?
You have a mouth on you. No, don't bite your lip, I can't breathe. What will you say today? What are you itching to write? Grab a pen, I could watch you for hours.
Look at me. I want to see the sky.
"You're a little wordy..."
I don't mind. I used to wonder how a couple could talk to one another for hours on end. What could they possibly say? I'm too awkward for that.
But you always have something on your mind. You could talk to me forever, and I wouldn't mind a bit.
I haven't run my fingers through your stupid, perfect hair yet. I haven't stepped on your tarnished combat boots to kiss you yet.
So serious. When will you let me in? You are so full of secrets and surprises.
Let me hold your hand. Your voice is a melody.
Twist your lips in that way that you only reserve for me, please.
That was so different from what I usually write ahah!
Well first off, I do believe opposites attract, but I also think that realistically in high school, people like Eli and Clare would fight like cats and dogs. They would likely make fun of each other, just because they are so different. But, people can always learn to grow together. I just find that in a lot of fanfics, Eli falls head over heels in love with Clare at first sight. I just wanted to explore a slower growing love, one that crept up on Eli.
Review? :)
