Who needs a life when you have degrassi? When I saw the promo I wanted to cry...that's when I realized that I seriously need to get a life. I mean, come on! If Eli and clare break up what else am I supposed to write about?
Anyways, this was supposed to be smutty but every time I try to write smut it turns out to be all sentimental. So if you want smut, it's not here. There is sex but it's...cute?
Anywho...this was inspired by the song "Kiss me" By Sixpence none the richer.
Disclaimer: I DON'T own degrassi. If I did, Eli and Clare would be together forever, get married, have babies, and live happily ever after. Is that too much to ask, Stephen Stohn? I didn't think so.
This is a TWO-SHOT.
The two lovers started off by foot along the long dirt trail. Their hands were tangled together between their bodies, his large hand over-lapped her small one. Pebbles and dirt were being kicked up from their brisk walking. They walked over potholes and puddles, avoiding anthing that wasn't flat ground.
The sun beat down on them, turning their pale skin a healthy shade of pink. They listened to the rustling of the branches on the trees and the scurrying of feild mice. The air smelled of summer; light and airy. Bugs flew around their heads and bees buzzed from flower to flower. Birds sang loudly over their heads, as if welcoming them to nature.
A soft hum was coming the boy dressed in black, the girl smiled because it oddly sounded as if he was humming their song. The girl slightly skipped to the tune that he hummed, while their hands swayed back and forth.
They were making their way to "their house". It's in quotations because they didn't officially own it. The couple was sure that no one lived there, they had come every weekend and no one was ever home. It was depressing, really. The house was clearly in need of some love. The house was your average country house. Old, very old. The white paint was coming off of it, revealing a light green that hid underneath. The stairs that led to the house were missing, which made it harder to climb on the front porch. If you went inside, it was worse. The top floor was caving in and there were several holes in the wall. Bats were heard in the attic and rats scurried across the floor. The house had a lingering smell of mothballs and musk, making you slightly queasy when you breathed it in.
In anyone else's view, the house would be ugly and worthless, but to Eli and Clare, it was perfect.
"We'll live here someday, Clare. We'll live here and fix it up and grow old together. Someday, this house will be ours. I can promise you that."
Eli would say that every once in a while, causing Clare to smile and giggle. She liked the idea of a future with him. The idea of waking up to his face every morning made her giddy with excitement. The idea of sitting on the porch in the middle of summer with him made her heart flutter. Growing old with him sounded like perfection, sweet perfection.
The two of them knew that they were supposed to be together when they were sixteen. I don't mean that in the sappy-stupid-teenage-movie way. I mean that in the soul mate way.
"You see, I believe that we have several soul mates. I think that we can be with any one of them, but I think that there's that one that just shines, you know? The one that shines in flourescent. I guess that you could call that person your...um...fire? They awaken every cell in your body that no one else can..."
Clare stayed silent, waiting for him to finish.
"You're my fire, Clare. You know that, right?"
Clare did know, but only because she felt the same way.
They walked up the back porch steps, considering that the steps on the front porch were ruined. Eli admired the wood on the railings of the old house, while Clare breathed in deeply, saving the smell into her memory. When they stood on the porch, Clare blushed deeply at the memory of last week,where they made sweet love on the lonely chair on the porch. The owner of the house had only left a lawn chair. It was green and pink, with fabric missing from the bottom of it. He smiled smugly at the chair, remembering last weeks events. Eli looked at his blushing girlfriend and smiled. He loved when the rose color would reach the apple of her cheeks. It made him love her more.
"How 'bout we have another go?" Eli offered teasingly, gesturing to the lawn chair.
Clare giggled and pushed through him to get into the house. Together, they walked into their room
In the middle of one of the rooms they had put two blankets and a couple of pillows, for when they ever wanted to spend the night. They had two candles in the room, too. They packed food and water and would often have a picnic whenever they would stay over.
Eli and Clare could spend all their time in that room, just talking and laughing. They liked the simplicity of it. They liked how content they were by laying on the cold hard ground. They liked how free they felt as they held their stomach, after they howled with laughter. They liked the sound of the crickets as they slowly fell asleep in each other's arms.
They loved it.
It was liberating.
They sat on the floor of the room, facing each other. Their hands were tangled together and they were leaning towards each other slightly. Clare absently drew circles on the palm of Eli's hand. He smiled at the movement of her hand. A sudden rush of calmness spread through him. It was the calmness that you felt when you were little and you were with your parents. They would lightly rub your shoulder or arm and you'd smile because you felt so safe and secure. The rain and thunderstorms going on in the background also added to the effect.
"I've always wanted to go to Italy." Eli said randomly as he looked up to the ceiling.
Clare's eyebrows pulled together at the sudden change of subject. She should be used to this by now. Eli was like a kid with ADHD. He spoke what was on his mind, whether it was good or bad. Clare always admired that. She was soft spoken with everyone but Eli.
"I'd want to go to Peru."
Eli squinted his eyes in confusion. "Peru? Who wants to go to Peru?"
"Me! I like the name. It's very simple." Clare said offensively.
"You want to go because of the name?," Clare nodded at his disbelieving stare. ", That's really weird. It's almost as weird as the time when you told me that you ate glue." Eli winked at her swiftly.
"I was six!"
"Yeah, yeah, yeah."
That's how conversations went for them. Every fact about each other they clung on to, as if their life depended on it. It was sweet, really. They hung on to each other's words with intesity greater than the house that they were in. Each day, they learned something new about each other and it excited them. It was like waking up on Christmas morning and getting a gift.
They stayed in a comfortable silence for a couple of minutes. Clare thought long and hard about something. She had been meaning to ask him this for a long time now.
"Eli?..."
"Yes?" Eli looked at her with a hint of concern in his eyes. He could tell that she was nervous.
"Would you...uh...would...wouldyoueverwantkidssomeday?" Clare's anxiety made her speed up at the end.
Eli just looked amused. "Would I what?"
"Would. You. Ever. Want. Kids. Someday?" Clare asked confidently, which decreased as he said nothing.
Eli's heart softened at what she was asking. Was that why she was so nervous? Is that why her cheeks were the color of a stop sign?
"Clare, I-"
Before Eli could finish his sentence, a man appeared in the doorway of their room. The man was in his late sixties and he had an old wooden cane. A hearing aid was on his left ear and he squinted to see if there were actaully two young adults sitting in his house. Eli looked at him in confusion and Clare followed his gaze.
"What are you doing here?" The old man wheezed, as he walked slowly over to them.
Clare gasped and Eli opened up his mouth to speak but the old man spoke first.
"I'm calling the police!"
It took Eli not even a second to take Clare's hand and run. The old man kept screaming "I hate kids!". That made them laugh as they ran out the backdoor of the house. They stood at the top stair, looking out into the heavy rain. Eli and Clare looked at each other. Eli lifted up his hand that wasn't connected with hers and signaled 3, 2, 1 with his fingers. At one, they dashed out from the safety of the roof and into the heavy summer storm. Lightning and thunder rose havoc around them, but all they could feel was the adrenaline pumping through their veins and the feel of each others hands.
Eli knew where to go.
What can I say? I'm a hopeless romantic.
Next chapter WILL contain sex...not that you guys mind.
Reveiw? It'll make me happy. :)