Disclaimer: I do not own degrassi. Sadly.
Warnings: Slight Masturbation
Summary: Clare Edwards always in the shadow of Darcy, Ali, and Julia; she's and aspiring artist, and a closet lover of her best friend Eli Goldsworthy. Can she finally get what she wants? And if she does will it be fame, or love?
Chapters will get longer!; sorry for my babblinggg! Please R&R.(:
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Prologue- Welcome to my life
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"Please Eli! Ninja turtles are stupid, turtles are slow anyway, why would they make good ninjas?" I laughed into the phone.
"What? Please Edwards, of course they are the best ninjas!" he countered.
"Eli that's ridic—" I started, still smiling to myself.
"Oh—later Edwards, rents are calling. Text you later."
"okay by—"
As soon as the call ended my smile faltered. Eli and I have been best friends for years and years. I think about it as I run it through my head. All the times I should have told him, over and over. But I didn't. When you think about all the 'could have's, should have's, and didn't's' you realize how many 'what if's' you actually have. Eli was my first kiss when we were younger, maybe about ten. He dared me to kiss him and ran when I tried; later that night he kissed me after walking me home. He and I haven't spoken about it since.
I'm going to tell him tonight at my gig. I'm an aspiring artist if you will. I struggle to get up out of bed, wondering how I managed to get this tangled anyway. I make my way to bathroom and gasp at my appearance. Wonderful, my hair is a fucking mess, my skin looks tired, and my eyes look dull. I turn on the shower and stick my hands in the ice water, waiting for it to heat up.
The scalding water touches my back beating hard on my skin. My eyes wander down my body to my feet, I wiggle my toes; these need to be painted. My hand falls to my mid-drift and I grab the bar of lemon grass soap. I start to smooth the soap over my belly and my head falls back into the warm water. Somehow my thoughts coast to Eli. It's no longer my hands smoothing my skin; its Eli's fingers dancing a fire across my abdomen; his calloused hands tracing my hips, running soap over the back of my neck, over my jaw, through my hair. The water ricocheting off my back is no longer mere rain, but his voice, dripping with lust whispering in my ear. "I love you Clare." His hands drop down to just above my sex, massaging the skin below my abdomen, his fingers slip inside my folds, and ghost over my clit a deep sexy moan leaves his mouth he reaches deeper inside me and spreads my essence around moving back up to my clit, moans start to pour out of my mouth too an—
"Clare?" Darcy's voice shatters my dream, my eyes snap open and Eli's hands aren't on me, but mine.
I quickly pull my hand away from my sex and squeeze some shampoo into my hands; I create bubbles and rinse them off again.
"Yeah?" I respond some thirty seconds later; my foot tapping the tiles underneath my feet.
"Oh, never mind." Oh never mind my ass! That bitch! 'Sorry Clare, I could tell you were just about to relieve some sexual tension and I had to interrupt.' Darcy and I don't get along, she's the beautiful one, the hot one, the tall one, the thin one, and I am none of the above. Let's begin the story of Clare Edwards; best friend extraordinaire.
