Got this from a dream.
Clare's POV
I can't believe I asked her. I couldn't believe I was bringing him home. I glanced over at him as we were walking and his innocent smile shone through all of the black. Maybe I'd tell him I was sick. Then we'd have to do the project another day, right? I mean the hardest part was done. I sighed and kicked at a piece of gravel. It landed in the snowy lawn of my house as we went up the driveway.
"We're going to my room." I told my Mother, who was making last-ditch efforts to prepare the house my Dad's arrival. It would never stop the storm, just bear it with a calm beginning.
"Okay, sweetie." She replied in a zoned out manner. Not earning even one gaze from my hell bent Mom set on impressions, I grabbed his arm and we went up stairs. I closed my door after him and I were inside. Then put a light blue towel under the door. He looked around a bit.
"You have a really nice room." He complimented, once again smiling at me.
"Uhm, yeah. Don't look at my room." I responded.
"But-" Eli started to reply and he probably would've finished his sentence if something in my room hadn't caught his attention.
"Hey, I have this same shirt from their band. You listen to Clothes On Bones, too? He exclaimed. I grabbed the shirt from his hands and threw it in my closet.
"Don't touch anything, okay?-" I instructed "-We gotta finish this project and then you have to go home." I said sitting on my bed, he sat next to me.
There were novels, papers, pencils, notebooks and ideas galore all covering my room when the front door slammed open and closed. I stared at the clock on the wall waiting for the silence to break.
"Helen!" I heard him yell.
Here we go.
