Yay, the first chapter of my new fic "Dream World". A little prologue for you to get a taste of what's gonna happen in this 8 chapter Degrassi fanfiction about what happens when Eli's world is turned upside down. Hope you enjoy! I actually am done with the entire story so I'll be posting frequently. Also, about my other Degrassi fic "Powerful" I kind of stopped updating because the story didn't make any sense. Somehow they got to the Grand Canyon and Leonardo DaVinci was somewhat behind everything (no clue what I was thinking when I was writing it). But, if you really want me to finish and you just have to know what happened to Eli, leave a review or message and I'll put it up. For now, enjoy this fiction that does not involve canyons or historic figures and please leave a review!
You have pretty eyes.
The words that started everything, that spur of the moment comment that sparked my love for Clare Edwards. Even her name sounds like poetry. I remember the day I first saw her like it was yesterday.
It was a warm autumn Thursday morning in Toronto Canada. I'd just moved from Ottawa into a quaint brick colonial in the Degrassi area. Bullfrog got offered a job at a radio station and we had no ties where we were in Ottawa. It was two weeks into the school year, and already I'd been labeled as the freak. The goth. The emo boy who was obsessed with death. I mean, I did drive a hearse, what could I expect? Hearing the mindless gossip about me as I walked down the halls was quite amusing, actually. I bet he keeps dead bodies in the back of that car. I heard someone say. And I laughed at it. Amazing what people can twist into a silly fictitious story and amazing how quickly it spreads.
It was the afternoon and I was glad to be going home. School work was already piling up and with my disorganized nature, I'd be behind in no time. Best to stay on task as long as I could. I pulled out of my parking space and drove down through the parking lot. I cranked up my stereo to the max and put down my window to let a cool breeze in.
Crunch.
I looked across the parking lot and saw two girls with wide eyes. One, an Indian girl with flashy jewelry and too high heels and another with curly light brown hair, wearing a jean jacket. Even from a distance, I can tell that her eyes were bright blue. I realized that I had run over something of there's because they are running over to my car. High school girls don't usually run over to hearses by choice. I got out of the car and noticed that, yes, I had run over something. I picked up a pair of gold wire framed glasses. I think they're dead. Shoot, more reason for them to think I'm obsessed with dead things. Th-that's okay. I got laser eye surgery. The blue eyed one says. She looked down, shyly. I hand the glasses to her and she looks up at me. Yes, a chance to look at her eyes. The color of the sky. No, brighter, bluer. You have pretty eyes. There I said it. Thanks. She said quietly. See you around? She asked unsure of whether it was the appropriate thing to say. Guess you will. I answered, leaving a sense of mystery. I got back in my car and drove away. Really, I wanted to stay behind and talk to the girl. For the first time in my life, I wanted to know everything about someone I barely knew. I wanted to know what made her tick, what ticked her off, what books she read, what she thought about life and society and music. I wanted to know her more than anything else.
But then I wasn't the type to go up to a girl and just randomly start talking to her. So I learned about her. I learned that her name was Clare Edwards. I learned that she wore a private school uniform for the majority of her grade 9 year. I learned that she was in the gifted program and was switching into my English class. I learned that she dated a boy named KC who broke her heart. But I didn't learn any of that from her.
Ms. Dawes made my dreams come true. She was the one that started it all really. Without her, I would never have talked to Clare. If we hadn't been writing partners, she would just know me as the guy who smushed her glasses. The guy who drew on he nails during English class. Now I was the guy who challenged her. Brought her out of her comfort zone. Understood about her parents and actually listened. I became her guy.
It was June and probably one of the best days weather wise of the year. We were driving through the streets around Degrassi, which we often liked to do. I let Clare choose the radio station, an indie selection that ranged from grunge to candy coated pop.
"I really liked your last essay," I told her.
"Thanks," Clare said sweetly.
"I especially liked that Elias character." I added.
"I thought you would." The edges of Clare's mouth curled into a smile.
"Eli, I wish you could hear me." I heard a female voice say. It wasn't Clare's. It was airy, like it was in the distance. There was a layer of static, as if it was trying to get through to me. Clare didn't seem to notice and I didn't react.
"Do you think that the symbolism I used was too cliché? Too-"
"It was perfect." I finished for her.
"Eli you don't know how much I miss you." That same voice said, clearer this time, "I want to see you smile again." I just kept driving. In fact, it was as if it didn't sway me at all. It's pretty unusual not to be a little suspicious of disembodied voices, so why wasn't I questioning this?
"You're just being nice because I'm your girlfriend." Clare said jokingly.
"Caught red handed!" I joked back. I laughed.
"Eli, please open your eyes. You don't know how much I want to talk to you again. I need you. You make my world happy. I can't do anything without you by my side." The voice said. It sounded close, yet far away. It echoed too.
"Do you want to go get hot chocolate?" Clare asked me.
"You know how much I love the Dot's hot chocolate, so that is a yes. And do you know what else I love?" I asked Clare.
"What?" She asked innocently.
"You."
My eyes burst open, only to be blinded by harsh fluorescent light. All I could see was white. White ceiling, white walls. My closed my eyes again and opened them. I could see now. I was in a bed, wearing a hospital gown. Tubes coming out of my nose were hooked to a machine and the beep beep beep of the moniter played in the background. I groaned. Everything hurt. Where was I? One second I'm in the car with Clare, now I'm in a hospital? Was there an accident? Was Clare okay?
"Eli?" Someone said. I twisted my head tentatively. A girl, my age, with dark brown hair, and eyes to match stood up slowly from a seat next to my bed. Her clothes were black and she wore a guitar pick necklace. Didn't I own that necklace?
"Who are you?" I asked.
"Eli, you don't remember?" I shook my head as best as I could without hurting myself too bad. "It's Julia. Julia Myers. Your girlfriend?" Her voice was the same as the voice from the car.