Hello, Lovelies.
I was in the middle of writing chapter 10, for my other fanfic, when I thought of the idea for this one.
So, tell me what you think :)
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And constructive criticism is always welcome.
Without further ado, here is 'Everyday of Forever'
Disclaimer: I do not own Degrassi, nor do I own any characters from Degrassi.
Clare's POV-
"So, what are the colors?" Alli asked. She was the most supportive of Eli and I. My parents have never been fond of Eli, and any chance of that changing was ruined when we announced our engagement. They think we are too young, but it's my life, and I want to start living it. I mean, I'm twenty now, and I can make my own decisions. And, so can my parents, I guess. After Eli and I told them we were getting married, they decided they didn't want any part in the wedding. So, I have Alli, Darcy, and Jenna helping me plan it. Jenna and I decided to be friends again a few years ago, when she got pregnant, and was struggling. Her daughter is going to be the flower girl. Alli waved her hand in front of my face, snapping me out of my reverie. "So?" She asked. "What? Oh, um, the colors? Well, what do you think?" Alli loves being in charge, and honestly, I have no idea how to plan a wedding, so I let her make most if the decisions. Of course, I still have veto power. Her face immediately lit up. "How about green and blue, since those are yours and Eli's favorite colors?" I cringed at the thought of my wedding being green and blue, and turned back to Alli. "I just want to go with black and white." I decided. She gave me her signature 'are you crazy' look. "Clare, you are way too traditional." I snatched the color swatches out of her hands. "Black and white is classic, Alli. And, I'm not too traditional. You're just... too modern or something. She giggled. "What's so funny?" I wondered. She laughed louder. "Us. We haven't changed one little bit since high school...Well, except for you getting engaged." I smiled. "I know. It seems like just yesterday we were carefree sophomores." She grinned, and began looking through wedding magazines. I wanted ideas, so I subscribed to InStyle Weddings. I picked up an issue and began flipping through pages. "So, Clare...Are you wearing white or off-white?" She glanced down expecting my ring to be on the chain around my neck. I put it on a necklace after Eli proposed. Her mouth fell to the floor, as she realized it wasn't there. I could feel my cheeks getting hot. She squealed, unable to contain her excitement. "Tell me everything!" She practically screamed. I rolled my eyes, in defeat. "What do you want to know?" She grinned deviously, and I could see the hundreds of questions that she was about to ask. "How was it?" I smacked her playfully across the shoulder. "Wow, Alli. Way to not pry." My phone ranga couple of seconds later, saving me from any further interrogation. It was Eli. "I've got to go." I told her. She smiled, in a scheming kind of way. "Bye, Clare. I'll talk to you tomorrow." To me, it sounded more like a threat than an actual goodbye, but I just waved and ran out the front door. When I got in my car, I called Eli back. "Hello?" He answered. "Hey, sorry I didn't answer when you called. Alli was harassing me again." He laughed. "What was it about this time?"
"She noticed that my abstinence ring was missing. I swear that girl has eyes like a hawk. There was silence on the other end for a second, and then Eli burst into hysterical laughter. I couldn't help but join in. "Well, what did you tell her?" He finally asked. "You called before she could finish nosing in our personal life, thank God." He burst into another round of laughter. "So, did you pick out the colors like you were planning to?" I sighed, tired of talking about color schemes, and dresses. "Sort of." I replied. "Well, we can talk about it later, if you want." He added. "Actually, I'm a little bummed out on colors, baby. Why don't we talk flowers? Or Invitation designs?" I heard him groan quietly. I pulled into our driveway, and parked. "I'm on my way in." I told him. "Bye." I hung up the phone, and walked into the house, ready to plan for our wedding, eager to be able to finally call him my husband.
Eli's POV-
So, here we are, sitting in the living room floor, surrounded by color swatches, bridal magazines, and invitation samples. Three things men never want to be around, but pretend they do. I exhaled loudly, in frustration, and she threw a magazine at me. "Ouch." I faked, holding my shoulder. She smirked. "Eli, you don't have to help me plan if you don't want to. I have Alli, Jenna, and Darcy." "I don't mind." I lied. She smiled exuberantly, and flipped through another magazine. "Your mom called earlier." I explained. She looked stunned. "When?" "When you were at Alli's house. I forgot to tell you earlier." She looked excited, and confused all at the same time. "What did she say?" She wondered. "She said she's been thinking a lot about the wedding lately, and she knows she doesn't deserve to go after everything she's said, but she wants to know if you'll still allow her. And your father. She said she knows that if she doesn't go, she'll regret it. Oh, and she asked me if you're pregnant." Her eyes got big, and her mouth fell to the floor. "What did you tell her?" I smirked. "I told her I had a call on the other line." She jumped up, and ran to the kitchen to grab the phone. I watched, as she quickly dialed her parents' number, and sat down on the couch. Not interested to say the least, I went outside to get some fresh air. Everything seemed like it was happening so fast. About ten minutes later, Clare came outside. Tears were streaming down her cheeks; one after the other. I wrapped my arms around her, already having an idea of what her mother said to make her cry. She buried her face in my chest, and I shoved her bangs back out of her eyes. "What happened?" I wondered. Her voice came out muffled, between sobs. I smoothed her hair back, in an effort to soothe her. I just rubbed her back, and let her get it all out. When she finally cried all she could, we walked back into the house, and sat on the sofa. She laid her head on my shoulder. I sat there, waiting patiently, knowing she would eventually tell me what was bothering her if I just gave her time. A few minutes later she looked up at me, through red, puffy eyes, which happened from crying. "She called me a slut." She muttered. In that second, something twisted inside. I suddenly became furious. Furious with her mother, for having ever said such a thing. Furious with myself for having ever gave her mother a reason to say it. "Your own mother called you a slut?"
I wondered, how her own mother could ever say something like that. She nodded. "Because I told her I'm pregnant." "What else did she say?" I asked. "She said she isn't coming to the wedding, and wants no part in it. She said she hates you. Hates you for taking her innocent, angelic daughter away." I cradled her in my arms. "I'm sorry, Clare. I offered. She shook her head. "It's not your fault, Eli. She just wants a reason to hate you. I don't know why, but that's how it is. I've never had a good relationship with her, because of her old-fashioned beliefs, and unmotherly attitude." I stared across the room, at nothing in particular, just thinking. Thinking about the wedding, and the baby. Thinking about Clare, and her parents. Thinking about life. Clare fell asleep in my lap, so I carried her to the bedroom and laid her down. I laid down next to her, still intertwined, and entirely consumed in my thoughts. Somewhere between all of that I dozed off, and for once it was dreamless, and restful...
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