This song kind of goes off mine by taylor swift and it was just gonna be a one shot but I've decided to turn it in to a full blown story.
Clare is 18 and Eli just turned 19.
CLARE POV
I was sitting at a booth in a small diner in Toronto. I was sobbing and couldn't stop. "Are you okay?" said a boy's voice. I looked up. He was a waiter. He looked to be about my age maybe older. He had long black shaggy hair and piercing emerald eyes. I had to admit, he was REALLY cute. "Do I look okay?" I said harshly. "Sorry I asked." He murmured something under his breath along the lines 'I was just trying to be nice for once' and started to walk away. "Wait," he turned back around, "I'm sorry I just left home." I said sheepishly. "That's why you're sad?"
"Well no actually, I kind of ran away." I looked down. "How old are you? Why did you run away?" he asked. I stared at him for a minute, contemplating if I should trust him or not. I mean I just met him and I don't even know his name, "I don't know if I should tell a complete stranger." I stated. He smiled crookedly. "Then why don't we get to know each other, then maybe you can tell me?" "That sounds okay I guess." I said with a small smile.
"I get off in 15 minutes, and then we can talk. Would you like me to bring you something to drink?" he asked sweetly. "Just a water, please." I reached for my purse but he stopped me. "Don't worry it's on me." Then he walked away. He came back a minute later with my water. I thanked him and he went to go get the orders of the table in the corner.
15 MINUTES LATER.
"Ready to go?" he asked. I smiled and nodded. I grabbed my bag while he took off his apron and hung it on the hook by the door. We get outside and I say, "I'm Clare, by the way, Clare Edwards." He smiled and extended his hand. "Eli Goldsworthy." He stared at me for a moment. "You have pretty eyes." He stated simply, "T-thanks." I blushed. "Where are we going?" I asked looking around. "Well I wanted to take you to this great restaurant I know. "You don't have to do that." I smiled. "It's my pleasure." He smirked.
I followed him out to the parking lot next door. He led me to….a hearse? "A hearse?" I said dumbfounded. He laughed, "Yes, good old morty. In case you haven't noticed I'm not the most colorful person, I like being different. So different is what I went for. I don't care what other people think." He stated proudly. "I love it, the hearse. I wasn't the most normal person either in my hometown. I was the supposed miss goody two shoes, with a purity ring and everything." I sighed and continued, " I would sneak out every night and draw. Anywhere and everywhere. I'm the good little Christian that listens to heavy metal and does graffiti."
"Wow never took you for that kind of person," we both smiled, "do you listen to dead hand?" I smile wide as we get into the car. "Yes! My favorite song by them is paisley jacket." He smirked while starting the car. As soon as the car started paisley jacket started blaring through the speakers. "I take that it's your favorite too?" he nodded. We pulled out of the parking lot while quietly humming the lyrics.
After about 20 minutes of driving we came to a large restaurant filled with people called 'the dot'. It looked nice and I thought I might like it. After we got out of the car and stepped inside, we were seated and a smiley waitress came over to us. She kept staring at Eli and I didn't like it. What is this feeling? Jealousy? It can't be, I don't like Eli I just met him for Pete's sake! "HEY WHAT CAN I GET YOU?" I already didn't like her. She's too bubbly. "I'll have a cheeseburger with fries and a coke please." Eli said oblivious to the blonde bimbo batting her eyelashes at him.
"I'll have the same." "OK THAT WILL BE OUT IN A FEW MINUTES. I'LL BE RIGHT BACK WITH YOUR DRINKS." She smiled and ran off. "Please take your time." I say under my breath. But apparently Eli heard me because he was sitting there laughing. "I'm going to have to agree with you on that one." He said. I laughed. "So, how do you want to get to know each other?" he asked. "How about we play 20 questions?"
"Sure sounds good," I nodded. "What's your favorite color?" "Lime green. What's your favorite movie?"I replied. "The last exorcism, what's your favorite food?" "Pizza, have you lived in Toronto your whole life?" I asked while eyeing the hooker putting our drinks on the table. "Nope, I used to live in a small town outside of new market. I came here for college last year; I live in an apartment near the university." He took a breath, "So, why did you run away? You don't have to answer if you don't want to…" he trailed off.
"No I'll tell you," I sighed, "my parents, haven't been getting along. My dad started drinking and my mom just doesn't care anymore. Most of the time they fight downstairs, but last night they were upstairs on a school night and I was trying to sleep. So I went outside of my room and got in between them and yelled for them to stop and just talk it out," I could feel the tears in my eyes, "b-but then-n, my d-dad turned and pushed me, hard. I fell down the stairs and hit my head and was knocked out. The next thing I knew I woke up and no one was home. I had a huge headache. I walked up to my room and packed my clothes and took some money and got on a bus and left." I was full on sobbing now. I felt Eli come over to me and hug me. I cried into his chest.
"It's ok Clare, it's all over. They are here right now." He kept saying soothing words to get me to calm down. "come on, I hate seeing girls cry, especially one as beautiful as you." I looked up and blushed. The tears came to a stop. "Hey Clare do you have somewhere to stay tonight?" I shook my head no, "Well you can come stay with me if you want. I smiled. "Thank you Eli. You are too nice. But are you sure?" "I'm positive, come on let's go." This should be interesting….
