Hey guys! So, here's one of the short stories that I promised you guys in the authors note I left on "Call Me Crazy." Like I said, it'll be a long while before I start updating that again, and if I do, I'll be starting the whole story over again. Well, thank you guys for sticking with me for so long, I know that's kind of been a while but still, here's a little story just for you guys c:

-xoxo,
MunroChambersPandemonium "lessthanthree"


A young Clare Edwards sat idly on the swings at her favorite park. Normally, she'd go and pester Helen to push her on the swings, and if her mother resisted on the pretense of being tired, Clare would shyly walk up to Darcy and ask. But this time, the circumstances were a bit different and the thought of Darcy made her sigh, she knew that asking Darcy was no longer an option, considering the small fray that the sisters had gotten into. Now, let's get something straight; Clare hadn't meant to forget to knock on Darcy's door before walking in, Clare hadn't mean to walk in on Darcy making out with her boyfriend, and Clare definitely hadn't meant to let out the shrill scream that rang through the air when she saw the scene playing out in front. When Darcy's attempt to stop Clare had failed, she quickly tried to hide her boyfriend. But the way that Clare had practically screamed bloody murder had caused Helen to bound up the stairs before Clare had even closed her moth. Fair to say, Helen was livid, she thought that she had taught Darcy better than sneaking boys in. The girl was only 12 for crying out loud!

Amidst her sitting in deep thought, Clare hadn't noticed a few boys walk up to her, with their noses held high, and dirt splattered on their pants.

"Move." One of the boys deadpanned. This caused Clare to look up in alarm, she had never been talked to like that, she had been raised to think that first impressions were important and that being courteous was a must. All Clare could think about was the fact that this boy, some random kid who she didn't even know, had broken two important rules with just one word.

"Did you not hear me or something?" he spat rudely, proceeded to grin when he noticed that he had finally gotten all of Clare's attention,

"Are you stupid or something? Move so we can play!" Another one of the boys shouted. Clare's jaw dropped as tears welled up in her eyes, but hey, what do you expect? She was a little girl. The only thing that would be heard was the yells of happy children a little off in the distance and Clare's quiet sniffles. Clare's head almost jerked up when she heard a new voice, a much calmer and soothing one.

"Come on guys, let's just leave her alone. We can swing later." Clare looked up and began to study the boy who had defended her. She couldn't help the small smile that overtook her features. He had long dark brown hair, it was much longer than most other's boys' hair, but she could look past it, and that was exactly what Clare did causing her to look into what she, even today, calls 'The most pretty eyes I had ever seen,' Clare's eyes traveled down from the two boys who had been bothering her and back to the boy with pretty eyes. She couldn't help but notice that he was a bit shorter than the people in his group of friends, and that he had a smaller build, she also noticed how his clothes were much darker and the least dirty out of everyone else's. Clare analyzed this boy so much, that she even noticed the way that his mouth seemed to sit in a crooked position and as much as she hated to say it; she loved it. Her thoughts were interrupted when she received a light shove on her shoulder, and to no one's surprise it was the first guy who had been mean to her. She assumed that his name was Fitz, because that name was being whispered around the group of boys, and he happened to be the one standing in the front, trying to make himself look like the leader of the pack.

"Don't push me." Clare argued, weakly. Only to have most of the boys in the group laugh at her, but even in that moment, Clare still didn't miss the fact that that her green-eyes savior was staying mum.
"Why not?" The boy who Clare had assumed was Fitz shot back.

"You don't have a right to treat me that way. God wouldn't like it," and with that, she was interrupted by the group of boys erupting into another fit of laughter, this time, even the green-eyes boy chuckled a bit and this brought Clare's feelings about the situation to an all time low. Her head hung low as she began to get up from the swing. A shadow was suddenly obscured Clare's views of her shoes , signifying that someone had decided to step in front of her, she sighed and slowly looked up only to have her blue orbs meet a pair of shining emerald eyes.

"What're you doing?" The green-eyed boy whispered harshly, throwing his hands up in the air for dramatic effect. "Sit back on the swings! Don't let them push you around!" The young boy guided Clare back to the swings and sat her down before turning around to face the clan of rude children standing there with their mouths hanging open,

"You better close your mouths, you wouldn't wanna catch flies," he retorted, chuckling at his own immature joke, not realizing how old that retort was. The leader of the group, Fitz, eyed the green-eyed boy carefully,

"What do you think you're doing, Eli?" he said through clenched teeth, drawling out Eli's name a bit. Fitz had never been defied before, everyone he knew practically bowed down to him. But what Fitz didn't know was that; he wasn't actually popular. Everyone was just afraid of him.

"Oh you know, just deciding that I'd rather not bully little girls," Eli then crossed his arms over his chest, "I mean really, is that how you're gunna spend your time? Bullying other people? Leave her alone and go bother those kids on the monkey bars." With that, Eli turned back around and offered a smile to Clare.

"You know .. I didn't even want to play on the swings!" Fitz spat before walking away, and of course, the whole group followed. Well, the whole group except for Eli of course. Eli walked around and sat on the swing next to Clare's,

"Sorry about that," he said, trying to make amends with the, still sad looking, girl. He held his hand out and smiled, "I'm Eli, by the way. What's your name?"

"Eli .." she repeated, testing how the name sounded off her tongue, she liked it. "I'm Clare," replied while also extending her hand and shaking Eli's. His hand was rough, like any child's would be, but when Clare thinks of that moment now, many years later, she can't help but think about how safe she felt with her hand in his for the first time. Eli offered Clare a lopsided smirk before got up off his swing and moved behind Clare, "What're you doing?" she hurriedly asked while shooting up from the swing, worried that Eli might suddenly switch sides and hurt her.

"Calm down, I'm just going to push you," he said with a chuckle. Clare let out a breath of relief and nodded, sitting back on the swings with flaming cheeks. As Eli began pushing her on the swing, Clare closed her eyes, loving the feeling of how it seemed like she was flying. Her hair was flying wildly around her, and the slight breeze that came from swinging cooled her off. She looked back as Eli moved away and watched him walk back over to the vacant swing that was next to the one that she was occupying. He sat down and began swinging himself, pumping his legs back and forth. That was the day Clare and Eli became best friends. They made sure to introduce each other to their parents, and were pleased to find out that they only lived a street away from each other. That evening, as CeCe and Helen decided it was time to take their kid's home, the two new friends pinky swore that they'd be coming back to the park the next day to hang out, and that became a promise they both kept. As days became weeks, and weeks became months, it became almost like a ritual for Clare and Eli to hang at the park on the weekends, and they were constantly setting up what Clare liked to call 'play dates'Eli always agreed with the term, because he'd do anything to spend time with Clare, even though he found the word juvenile. Helen and CeCe even became close, with Helen being glad that Clare had finally made a friend that she could hang out with, and CeCe being glad that Eli has made some nicer friends. The kids' friendship was one that was sure to continuously bloom, but what nobody knew was the fact that their friendship would lead up to great things.


Well, there it is! I hope you guys liked it! If you have any suggestions about how I could make my writing better, please feel free to tell me, I love constructive criticism as long as you at least attempt to keep it civil, haha. So, R&R if you wish, and I'll be updating this as soon as I can. Because it's Thursday today, I'll probably update over the weekend!

-Much Love,
MunroChambersPandemonium "lessthanthree"