This is my first fan fiction, so bear with me ok? I've been a member for a while and decided it was finally time to write a story of my own. Enjoy!
Clare and I were so in love. We spent every possible moment together, talking, kissing, and just feeling happy. It was one of those times when you feel that everything in the world is just right and there is no way that things could possibly change.
We were at school, sitting at our usual picnic table with Fiona and Adam. Fiona announced that she was throwing a party and invited us to come. I wasn't too thrilled about it to tell you the truth, but one look from Clare and I agreed to go.
"Great!" said Fiona, "Its on Saturday. Be there around 8?"
Then the bell rang and we headed off to our respective classes. After school, I rushed to Clare's locker and leaned against it waiting for her. When she didn't show up, I began to get worried, so I sent her a text.
Hey Clare. Where are you?
I hit send and a minute later my phone beeped with a reply from Clare.
Sorry, my mom called and asked me to come home. She had a pretty bad fight with my dad.
I sighed, and sent a text back.
Is everything ok? Do you want me to come over?
No, it's ok. I'll meet you at the Dot later though. 5 sound good?
I sent back a quick yes and slowly began to walk to Morty. I got in and began the five minute drive back to my house.
Waiting until 5 to see Clare felt like an eternity. I was checking the clock every few minutes while lying listlessly on my bed with nothing to do. Finally, it was ten to five and I decided it was time to go meet Clare. I hopped into Morty and drove to the Dot. I walked in and saw Clare sitting a table in the back, sipping a coffee.
I walked over to her and sat down. "So, what's going on with your parents?"
I looked up at her when she didn't speak and saw that she was trying to hold back tears. I grabbed her hand and said, "Do you want to get out of here?"
She managed to nod and stood up. I stood up also and we walked out to Morty. Once we were in the car, Clare broke down and dissolved into sobs. I moved closer to her and put my arm around her. She buried her head in my chest and continued to cry.
After a few minutes she regained some control and managed to choke out, "I hate my p-parents so much now. I-I come home and they are screaming at each other, and my dad, my dad…"
"What did he do Clare, what?"
"He slapped my mom! Right across the face and there was nothing I could do about it."
"Clare, this isn't your fault. This is for your mom and dad to work out and there isn't much you can say or do to help them."
Clare sat up and said, "I guess you're right. Can we just go to your house? I don't think I can go home right now."
I agreed, (why would I say no?) and we drove back to my house. Luckily my parents weren't home. Once we were there, we decided to watch a movie. It was my turn to pick, so of course I picked a scary one so Clare would be on top of me the whole time. And of course I wasn't wrong. Clare spent the whole movie screaming and burying her head in my chest. I thought it was a pretty good night, though I don't think Clare thought so.
Two Days Later:
I was Saturday afternoon and I was getting ready for Fiona's party. It was about 7, and I was supposed to pick Clare up around 7:30, so I decided that I should get going soon. Of course, I spent the entire ride imagining what Clare would be wearing. It would be very conservative of course, but I knew that she would look beautiful in it anyway.
I pulled up to Clare's house and rang the doorbell. Clare's mom answered the door, looking harassed. I saw a poorly covered up bruise on her cheek and figured that must have been where Clare's father had hit her.
"Hello Eli. Clare should be down in a minute or two. Would you like to come in?"
I accepted, and we awkwardly stood in the living room together. I was under the impression that she still had some reservations about me, especially after that disastrous dinner when Clare gave her parents me a not so good reputation to them. And of course, the whole atheist thing didn't score me many points with them also. Finally Clare came down, and for a second I couldn't breathe.
She was wearing a light blue, short sleeved dress that complimented her eyes. The dress was a little short, but of course she had to ruin that with white leggings. She was also wearing a short little cardigan that was a few shades darker than her dress. It never really mattered what Clare wore, she always looked beautiful to me, but this outfit didn't hurt.
When Clare saw me staring at her, she blushed of course. She quickly descended the rest of the stairs to stand next to me. She grabbed my arm and whispered in my ear, "Let's go," and practically pulled me out of the house.
Once we were outside, I said to her, "What was that all about? We ran out of your house like it was on fire."
"I don't want to spend one more minute in there with them then I have to. I barely got any sleep last night with them yelling so loudly."
I took a closer look at her and noticed the dark circles under her eyes. "Well, maybe a party is what you need right now. We will take it easy tonight I promise. And maybe after you can stay at my house….."
There you go! Once again, it was my first story but I hope it wasn't too horrible! Please review if you thought it was good, and if you thought it was crap, review it anyway so I know what do next time. I'm still deciding if I should make this a whole story or just keep it as a one-shot. I shooting for five reviews, so click on the wonderful little review button below this and type a few words for me! Thanks!
