(A/N) So. For those of you who aren't in America, you might not understand this, but I'll try and make it as clear as possible. You know that commercial, the one about the love quiz? Well, I decided to write a fanfic based off it, haha XD

Italics is Clare thinking, Underlined and italics is the person on the other line, and underlined is Clare's messages.

Clare sighed before throwing herself on to her bead and burying her head in a pillow. She stifled a scream then realized it didn't matter, so she let the air out of her lungs in one long, high-pitched screech.

"AAAAAAHHHHHH!"

It didn't help much because it only reminded her even more of him, of the time they'd spent together on that one day when she'd actually decided it was worth it to skip school. She'd been trying to forget about Eli, but when they saw each other in hall, it tended to be a bit awkward, and Clare suspected it was something that went both ways.

It had been a few months since he told her about Julia, his dead ex-girlfriend. Or, with the way he was acting, dead girlfriend. No ex. He might as well have still been dating her, he was so faithful.

The thought shamed Clare instantly, and she sent up a quick apology to Julia through God. She didn't mean it, she was just so frustrated.

Eli liked Clare. Clare liked Eli. Adam was sick of them beating around the bush. Clare was sick of beating around to bush.

But Eli? Well, Eli didn't want to do anything about their feelings for each other. He just didn't seem to care enough about Clare to let go of his past, and it made Clare upset.

She hadn't allowed herself to cry over the situation yet, but the idea was so tempting, she didn't bother trying to swallow her tears. She let them fall from her eyes as her shoulders heaved while loud sobs passed through her lips. She pounded on her mattress, giving herself permission to act like a child.

Clare hiccuped loudly, little droplets of salty water soaking her pillow. It just wasn't fair that when she first fell in love it had to be over before anything even started.

Sighing, she turned on her TV in hopes of distracting herself. There wasn't anything good on, so she just kept it on a channel and searched for one of her Fortnight novels. She selected her favorite one and flipped open to a random page, allowing herself to become immersed in a fictional world that was not her own.

Clare always focused better while reading with a bit of background noise, so she tended to half-listen to what was coming out of the speakers on her television set. She picked up her head at the Snuggie commercial (because nothing cheers you up like people wearing backwards robes) when the end of the following one caught her attention.

"Do you want to know if he's been cheating on you, or if your relationship will last? Text CRUSH to 21222!"

For a second, Clare considered it, then felt extremely foolish. There was no way anything like that could actually work.

"You'll talk with our live experts!"

Her hand twitched toward her phone before she jerked it back, like she touched a white-hot iron. It didn't matter if they were live experts, they were probably just a bunch of people with nothing better to do.

How did one become an expert on love anyway?

It was just silly.

But still...

Could it really hurt just to try, if only to laugh about the situation later? It was only five dollars for five credits, and that wasn't too bad, right? She could get a good chuckle out of the quiz, so what did it matter?

With her mind made up, Clare reached for her phone again. Am I really going to do this? She asked herself.

Yes. She was.

CRUSH

She typed the message and sent it to 21222, trying not to get too eager for the response. It took awhile, perhaps five minutes, but eventually her phone buzzed and she read on the screen:

You have reached the Love Quiz, sponsored by Jamsterz, what is your question?

Clare sighed. There was no turning back, even though she really wanted to. What was she thinking, asking for love advice from people she didn't even know?

It was her last resort. Jenna was a skank and would probably just try and steal Eli just because Clare liked him, and Alli... well, she had issues of her own to deal with. She didn't want to put Adam in the middle, and her family wouldn't approve.

So who was left? Some random person that was probably desperate for money.

I know this guy, let's call him Fred. Fred and I like each other a lot, but he's still getting over his dead ex-girlfriend and needs time... what do I do?

Clare resisted the urge to bang her head on the wall. The other person would probably think she was joking, her life was like some teen soap opera.

She tapped her fingers on the desk, wondering if they'd just decided she was playing them. Then, sure enough, her cell vibrated.

Give him as much time as he needs, you'll only push him away if you continue to press.

What kind of an answer was that?Even Clare could have figured that out on her own... she didn't want to tell someone her whole life story, so she tried to think of a way to condense everything she was feeling into a short text.

Clare quickly typed out a response, miraculously without typos.

We used to be so close, and I miss him.

But it wasn't that she just missed him... she missed being around him, of being able to look at him and feel slightly dizzy and overwhelmed. It was a wonderful feeling, to be able to lose yourself because of another person, and she was finally ready to admit it.

She loved Eli.

When people go to Clare because she's such a trustworthy person, such a good listener and tell her their person tragedies, she feels empathetic. But when Eli told her about Julia, her heart just shattered. To know that he was feeling so much pain caused her pain, and she couldn't stand knowing that he was hurting. She wanted to take all his worries and brush them away, just to see that familiar smirk that made her heart race.

Slowly, she added:

I think I might even love him, but he doesn't acknowledge our friendship. I just need him in my life, how can I convince him to talk to me?

There was a long pause, and Clare was certain the person got bored and decided she wasn't worth their time. Just like Eli did.

Oh, stop that Clare, you know that's not true. Her inner conscience reprimanded her, and she winced, knowing the little voice was right.

He cared about her too, she was pretty sure. She'd seen him staring at her when he though she wasn't paying attention, and once she even caught him writing her name down on a piece of paper because he was thinking about her.

So why wouldn't it work? Was it just not meant to work?

You can't convince him to do anything. It's his decision, but maybe you should just tell him how you feel.

Clare couldn't think of anything to say, so she just stopped whole thing was a stupid idea, why had she even bothered asking?

Maybe she already knew what the answers would be, but she was hoping for something different. She loved Eli, and he didn't love her. He was hung up on someone else, and while it sucked, she knew there had to be something to do to change it.

She buried her head in the pillow and shrieked again, this time feeling a bit better.

Now to decide what to do. Was she going to take the advice given to her, or should she just let it go and wait for him to come around?

It was too confusing for one girl to handle, so she changed into her pajamas and slept soundlessly.

(A/N) Eh... I'm not sure how I feel about this. It seems a bit OOC and quite strange, but oh well.

Also, I've never taken this love quiz, so I have no clue how it works XD

Part two will be up later :)