Author's Note:
So.. I'm pretty much giving up on "My Dear, Take What You Want From Me." Sorry. I just, suck, basically. -.- This will suck, as well.. But oh well. This story will be Flare/Clitz. There aren't many of them around. So, I figured I'd give it a shot. This takes place sometime after 'Halo pt. 2'. I'm infering the Fitz has gotten out of juvie, and is now back at Degrassi. Anywho, I'll get on with the story now.
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Clare was sitting on a bench outside of the Dot. Her cheeks were stained with tears, and the tissue in her hands was growing thin; she had been playing with it nervously for the past half hour.
As she sat there, she played over the day's events in her mind. It had started out like any other day; she woke up, ate breakfast, showered, and went to spend time with Eli, which was always the perfect way to complete her day. But this time, it somehow ended in a horrible fight.
She blew her nose into the tissue again, and closed her eyes, letting her head fall backwards in exhaustion. "Are you alright?" she heard a familiar voice ask, followed by footsteps as the person grew closer.
Upon opening her eyes, she saw Fitz. He was wearing his usual attire, but something about him looked different. She let her eyes trail his body in an attempt to figure out what it was; but she couldn't quite put her finger on it.
"I'm fine." She mumbled quietly, and finally allowed her eyes to meet his. That's when she understood what was different. It wasn't anything about his appearance. It was his personality. How did she know that? Clare believed that you could tell a lot from a person's eyes; and this was a perfect example of that.
Where there used to be hatred in his eyes, there was now a hint of fear, and lonliness. This brought a look of understanding to her face, and he looked away from her gaze. "Have you been crying?" His voice sounded different as well. Every time they had spoken before, he sounded as if he was looking for trouble, but now he just seemed sincere.
She nodded slowly, and scooted over on the bence so that he could sit next to her. Fitz took a seat, and turned to face her slowly. "Want to talk about it?" She looked puzzled. Why did he care if she was upset? This wasn't like Fitz at all. Maybe being in lockup really did change him.
Pushinig the thoughts from her head, Clare shook her head simply, "No thanks." It wasn't that she didn't need someone to talk to, because she did, but she just wasn't sure if she should talk to him about Eli. With a nod, he pulled out a pack of cigarettes, and pulled one out quickly. He stuck the it in his mouth, and lit it up, inhaling deeply before looking at her.
She scrunched her face up at him, and he laughed at her, causing the smoke to be around her, and in her face. Clare coughed a little, and stood up. "Well, I should leave." She felt awkward, sitting here with Fitz. "No, you can stay. You just looked like you could use some company." She nodded; it was true, but Fitz wasn't exactly her first choice in companionship.
Regardless of how Eli felt about her right now, she still cared about him. It still hurt her to think about all the things Fitz had done to him. She sat back down, but Fitz didn't go anywhere. She looked at him in confusion, and he flashed her a small smile. "You need someone here, if you didn't, you would've left."
Clare furrowed her brow, and opened her mouth to speak, but closed it a second later. He was right. She did need some sort of company, and she didn't have many choices. Alli was off with her new friends, Adam was with Eli, and Jenna was busy with baby stuff, they weren't really friends anyways. She sighed, and he chuckled softly. "Come on." He said quietly, and took one last puff of his cigarette before flicking it off to the side.
Fitz started walking away from the dot, and Clare remained on the bench. He turned around after a few steps, and looked into her eyes. "You coming, Edwards?" She sat there for a few moments in silence, debating whether or not to go. But in the end, all she could think was that she had nothing to lose.
Clare stood up, and threw away the old tissue in her hands. As it fell out of her hands, so did the events of the day. She smiled softly to herself, then turned to Fitz, and ran to catch up with him. He smiled down at her, and they silently started walking towards his house.