Author's Note: This is based on some of the song, "Fearless" by Taylor Swift, which got stuck in my head this week, as well as the fact that Clare joined the photography club in season nine and I also like photography. I also wanted to write this now because this is my last chance to make Eclare all cute before Eli goes completely bonkers. So right now, just pretend that Drop the World did not happen. Because you know you wish that it didn't. I didn't have enough time to think about other stories, so I'm writing this instead.

Disclaimer: I don't own Degrassi…blahblahblah…I ran out of things that I would do if I did.

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"WATCH OUT! ELI! DON'T STEP THERE!" I screamed.

"What?" Eli answered worriedly, "What's the matter?" He moved his foot backward quickly before stepping down.

"You almost stepped on a caterpillar!" I scolded.

"Gosh, Care. You almost gave me a heart attack. Why is a caterpillar such a big deal?" He let out a deep breath.

"Because I was going to take a picture of it, and I wanted it to be alive instead of oozing guts."

"There are plenty of caterpillars in the world, Clare. But you sounded like it would be the end of the world if I stepped on it." He mused.

"It WOULD be the end of IT'S world, now wouldn't it be?" I replied.

"Yeah. Just IMAGINE how heartbroken his multiple caterpillar wives and his thousands of caterpillar babies would be." He cried in mock sorrow.

"Yeah. This caterpillar is a real player," I said sarcastically.

"Well yeah. A bug THAT good-looking probably has TONS of mistresses." He joked.

"Just move," I sighed, patting him on the shoulder, "You're blocking my sunlight," I knelt down on the ground and looked through the lens of my camera. Eli had agreed to (or I guess it was more like he was forced to) drive me to the ruins where we had the secret party in order to take pictures for my photography club. Each member had to take a picture and submit it, and the person with the best picture would win a twenty-five dollar gift card to the Dot. And Eli and I haven't had a real date in a while, so I planned on using it to buy us dinner. I wanted to buy for once instead of us always having an argument and him always winning and paying himself. So here we were, Eli watching as I tried to take pictures of nature. But I guess it was more like trying and failing, considering that I couldn't find the caterpillar again.

"Where'd it go?" I asked, "Heeeeeeeere little caterpillar…Where are you?" I sounded like I was calling to a pet.

"I guess it left…probably to go have some fun with some caterpillar hookers."

"Shut up!" I stood up and smacked him playfully on the arm, "It isn't right to talk about caterpillar sex near where a church once stood," I said, gesturing toward the old, cracked stone walls.

"Goodness, Clare! I didn't say ANYTHING about SEX! I was merely suggesting that the caterpillars were enjoying a good time by playing a board game or watching a movie. No need to think DIRTILY, Saint Clare!"

"Ugh! Why have you and Alli corrupted me?" I questioned.

"I think it's a disease. I was corrupted by my old friends, and now I am spreading it to you. And then YOU will spread it to people younger than you, and it will go on forever and ever."

"Great. So now I'm infected. I feel…dirty."

"That's not always a bad thing…" Eli suggested.

"Shut up! I don't like it!"

"Fine. Now more 'dirty' jokes. Happy?"

"Extremely. Now come over here. There's really good lighting right over there."So I continued to take pictures, and he continued to follow me. Finally, the sun started to set and the trees blocked the light, so I couldn't get any more good pictures. So we decided to stop for the day and head home. We got into Morty and drove off. In the car, I looked through the pictures I took in my camera and tried to decide which one I would submit. Eli tried to help, but he also had to keep his eyes on the road.

"How about this one?" I asked.

"I can't look at it. Describe it to me."

"Okay," I started, squinting my eyes to look at it closer. The car was in a direction where the sun was shining right in our eyes, making it hard to see. I had no idea how he could drive like this, "It's a vine that worked its way through a crack in the stone wall."

"Oh. Don't use that one," he replied immediately.

"Why not? The lighting is perfect, and it has great contrast…"

"I know, but…"

"But what?"

He sighed, "Just…don't use it, okay?"

"Tell me why!"

"You don't want to know."

"Yes I do!"

"Fine…that picture may be a bit…suggestive…"

"What do you mean?"

"Well the vine, could represent a certain part of the male body, while the hole could represent…" My face lit up with realization.

"Ew, Eli! Gross!" I exclaimed.

"You wanted to know!" he protested.

"Yeah, but…gosh!"

"But now that I told you, don't you see it, too?"

I looked at the photo before answering, "Unfortunately, yes."

"So other people might see it that way, too. And do you really want to submit a photograph with THAT kind of symbolism in it?"

"No…" I mumbled.

"Good. So aren't you glad that I said that now?"

"I guess…"

"Okay, now tell me about some others. There has GOT to be a winner in those dozens of pictures," So I looked through the pictures and described the good ones to him, but we found a problem with each one (not THAT kind of problem, but more like lighting, blurriness, or focal point problems).

"This is hopeless!" I complained, "I'll never get that gift card!"

"It's not hopeless. We can always go to the park tomorrow and take pictures there."

"Yeah, but I'm going to have a lot of homework tomorrow. I'll have no time during the daylight to do it."

"Then, just use one of the ones you just took. Use the one with the vine. It isn't all that suggestive. I just have a sick mind."

"But I saw it, too!"

"Only when I pointed it out!"

"Yeah, but I still saw it!"

"Well, don't point it out to them!"

"Fine…I guess it could work."

"Good. Because the lighting IS perfect."

"Oh, what do you know about photography?"

"Enough to know a good picture when I see one."

"I guess so."

"So that means that we have to plan our date for when you win that gift card."

"What makes you think I'm using the card to take you on a date?"

"Because I helped you take the winning photo."

"Alright…I GUESS I could take you, but YOU have to tell Adam that he won't be getting his double bacon cheeseburger with cheese and a large fries."

"I think he'll live without it,"

"I don't know…last time I promised Adam food that he didn't get, he was pretty moody,"

"Yeah, well I know how to handle hungry Adam."

"Good…Hey! Let's turn on some music!" I smiled and reached for the radio

"Wait! Don't…" Eli cautioned. But I already pushed the button, and a screamo song began to play at full blast…during the screaming part.

"Ow!" I cried, covering my ears. Eli turned the knob on the volume to the left, and it got quieter, "Goodness, Eli! How can you handle that insanely loud screaming in your ears?"

"The same way you can handle Taylor Swift whining loudly in your ears about her exes."I glared at him, but then I realized that he was partially correct and softened up.

"Okay, but I don't rip on Deadhand, so don't be mean to Taylor Swift."

"You don't rip on Deadhand because it's a great band."

"The vocalist is pitchy,"

"He does it on purpose! It makes him sound more…sincere."

"It makes him sound like he can't sing."

"He can TOO sing!"

"Then tell him to start doing it!"

"Alright, Clare, let's just stop putting down musicians and listen to the music,"

"Fine," So we sat there in silence (besides the music) for a few minutes. I looked out the window and watched the blur of trees and cars flying by. Then I looked back at Eli. His window was open, which made his hair blow around in the wind. His right hand was tapping the beat of the song on the steering wheel, while his left hand rested on the bottom of the opening in the window. The setting sun reflected off of his large black ring, making it shine brightly. And his green eyes were pointed toward the road, but they were glazed over, as if he were daydreaming. And without even thinking about it, I picked up my camera, pointed it at him, and took a picture. There was no flash, so he didn't even notice. And then I just sat back in my seat, and looked out the window again, humming to the radio.

Author's Note: I want to go to bed soon, but I'm not finished yet. So I'll just post this, and write the second part tomorrow as Chapter 2. And that will be the end. This story…I actually kind of like it, so I hope that you did, too. I kind of like dirty-minded Eli. And Clare acted just like I do, angry about being corrupted (curse my friends). Anyway, review if you would like to. It would make me happy! :-D