ECLARE ftw :D
-Umbrella Part 2 was cutee [:
-Clare's POV
-Alli's engaged to Drew.
-Clare's single.
-ECLARE will happen (:
-based of the song Speak Now by Taylor Swift
And I know my grammar sucksss.
Chapter 1: Re-Meet.
Alli and I sat in her office, recalling and laughing at past memories we had. We laughed at the time I dissed Jenna when she thought I got a boob job when all I simply got was laser eye surgery. Of course back then, I disliked her for stealing KC from me. I used to think she was a just dumb blonde who couldn't keep her filthy hands to herself.
Back then I was known as Saint Clare. A purity ring frozen to my left ring finger and a cross stuck on my neck. I believed in abstinence, going to church every Sunday, and going to hell when you misbehaved. I never went past first base with a boy.
But then I met him. Soon after that, my parents divorced. I shook my head. These thoughts have to end.
"No Clare. Don't think about him. STOP! " I shouted at myself mentally. He's gone. Out of my life. He's been gone for two years. Two years since I last saw seen his handsome face.
It's true. I haven't seen Elijah Goldsworthy since his college graduation two faithful years ago. Our relationship ended. The relationship that I thought was going to last forever. But forever is just a lie.
To all my friends, I'm over him. But I'm pretending to be over him because secretly inside me I know I'm not. I loved him too much and I never stopped loving Eli.
"CLARE!" Alli's voice shook me back to reality.
"What?" I asked, annoyed by her stupid interruption of my thoughts.
"Focus. What color is better?" She questioned, holding up three different shades of white. They all looked the same.
"They look the same to me." I answered, honestly not really caring about the two shades of white.
"You're my best friend. You are suppose to help me with this kind of stuff." Alli whined, unamused by my answer.
"You're the wedding planner professional." I countered back at her whining.
"So what? I need to know what color looks better on me. Then Drew can stare at me all he wants at the wedding." She winked at me. She probably thought of her wedding night. Drew. The fiancé that she never shuts up about. The stupid fiancé that she always talks about.
"He looks at you every time he's with you. What difference does it make that you'll be wearing a white gown and veil?" I asked, slightly annoyed at the topic of Drew. I was happy for her engagement but sometimes it just ticks me off.
"Because it just does." Alli said, putting the two shades in her planner. The wedding planner book. The book that never leaves her sight.
"You are luck. You're twenty-three and already owning your own store. And you're getting married." I said, amazed at Alli's success. Also a little jealous at the last part.
"I'm marvelous. What can I say?" She smirked and went over to one of the shelves in her office and grabbed a book filled with pictures of wedding cakes. Now I was interested due to the fact that I was a pastry chef and all.
"HA! Knew you'd be attracted by my amazing book of cakes." Alli laughed at me when I sat straight up in my seat and looked at the book with her.
"Shut up." I shoved her a little and flipped opened the book. We looked through the book choosing our favorites ones.
About halfway through the book, we heard a beep which indicated that there was a customer. Alli got up and walked out the door to greet the customer. I walked over to a draw and pulled out my name tag to transform me from casual visitor to a working employee. I did work here part time anyway. I worked when I wasn't working at the bakery. On my free time I would normally hang here or go to my sister's house and visit my nephew, Petey.
I walked over to Alli as she was talking to the customer which was a woman. She was a littler taller than me and so dangerously skinny that you could've mistaken her as an anorexic. She had dark ebony hair that fell to her back. It was as straight as a pin. She had a Louis Vuitton bag on her shoulder and Gucci sunglasses glued on her head. You could tell she was extremely rich. A Blackberry was stuck on her hand.
"I'm looking for a planner. I'm getting married." She held up her left hand to show an expensive looking diamond ring. Obviously. That's why you're at wedding store.
"Congrats! So I'm Alli, the planner. This is Clare, my assistant." She introduced me and I waved.
"My fiancé should be here soon." She totally ignored me. What a freaking snob.
Suddenly the door opened and a man came in. Midnight black hair stuck onto his face. It came up to a little past his neck. He had on a silk black dress shirt and some black skinny jeans. He had a guitar pick necklace wrapped around his neck. He was fiddling with his keys as he put them in his front jean pockets. He walked over to the snob without looking up. When he did, his eyes filled with complete shock and so did mine.
Oh my Jesus Christ.
It was him. Elijah Goldsworthy was standing in Alli's bridal store. Oh My God. I think my heart just skipped a beep.
"Clare?" He asked, obviously very shocked to see me. He was the fiancé of the snob. Eli's engaged to someone that isn't me. There goes the possible second chances of getting back together.
My mind was filled with memories that I thought were gone forever. No. I'm going to be strong. He wasn't gonna break me again. But inside, my whole world is coming to an end. My precious heart shattered inside of me.
"Eli." I whispered as I shifted my weight from one leg to another. Tears were threatening to spill.
"Eli, babe, you know these two?" The brunette asked sweetly. Fake. I could sense it.
"Yeah Jane. We went to high school together." Eli confessed awkardly as he turned to his fiancée.
I couldn't stand it. The thought of Eli with another woman. I needed an escape. Fast!
"Oh look at the time. Alli, I just remembered I gotta go babysit Petey. I'll be home around 8." I said quickly. A bit to quickly. I rushed to her office, tears extremely close to falling..
"See ya." Alli called back, knowing my sudden reason to leave.
I gathered my things quickly and hurried out the back door. I sat in my car and broke down. Tears were leaving my eyes and falling on the steering wheel.
Ehh. It's not my best work sorry. D: But it'll be good [:
I want to stay at the Hotel Eli [;