Hehe. This will probably be an epic fail.
Summary: Clare Edwards can be described with many words. And Eli has many stories to back the words up.
First word: Gentle.
Clare and Eli were sprawled comfortably out in Eli's family room. His arm was around her waist, and her head was on his shoulder.
Out of the blue, he blurted it.
"Clare, I love you."
She looked up at him as her dainty lips curled into a sheepish grin.
"I love you, too. You're my everything."
Eli remembered what happened when he told Julia he loved her. She told him she was pregnant, and it wasn't his baby.
"Just...please. Don't break my heart Clare." He blurted once more.
She snuggled deep into his chest, and giggled dazily.
"I'll be gentle."
Second word: Unpredictable
Eli sat on Clare's bed with his eyes glued to her laptop, reading Madame Degrassi's fanfictions.
With her supervision, of course.
She giggled at his amused face, and how quickly he scrolled the page down.
"Gee, Clare, you're such a...vampire." Eli stated after finding the correct word.
She chuckled a bit. "Would you believe that isn't my favorite movie?"
"No, I wouldn't."
She shook her head. "It's Stand By Me." she explained. He looked surprised.
"Lemme guess, you're favorite book was The Body?"
Clare thought about it for a moment. "Hm...nope, Loch. Read it when I was eleven."
Now, Eli was pretending to know what she was talking about, because quite frankly he didn't know or care what the hell The Ocean Within was. He just cared about Clare, his Clare, who had once again boggled his mind with plain facts.
Third word: Compassionate
Eli examined his newly visible room. It was almost clean, with the exception of Julia's box and a tired Clare flopped on his bed.
"You okay, Eli?" she asked, with concern in her tone.
He nodded. He was ready to do this. He emptied out Julia's stuff, which was just some wooden carving of the word "Angel", a stuffed frog, and some other worthless crap.
He was just about to put Julia's picture in the trash box, when Clare's small hand covered it.
"Like I said, if it means something, keep it." she explained.
Eli looked confused. "Wait, so it doesn't bother you that there is memories of my ex-girlfriend in my room?" he questioned, eyebrows furrowed.
"How can I be mad at you for having an old girlfriend? I've had a boyfriend before. And c'mon, I could only expect that from your ruggedly good looks." Clare soothed, joking at the end.
He smiled, and sighed happily at the thought of somebody who understood him.
Fourth (and last) word: Beautiful
Eli scratched at his head and gnawed on his pen. He had spent an hour trying to describe Clare in bullet-points, as he'd been assigned as an English homework.
His first list was just what the open eye could see.
-Blue eyes
-Curly, auburn hair
-Pale skin
-No freckles
-Not exceptionally tall
-Skinny
He crumpled it and threw it in a trash bag. He then started a new one.
-Amazingly great
He crumpled that immediately. Eli Goldsworthy was many things, but sappy was not one of them. Then, he realized what the only word to describe her was.
-Beautiful
Content, he shoved it in his folder, anxious for his 'English Partner' to read it tomorrow.
Comment, beautiful earthlings!
Ooh, by the way, that was a oneshot.
Whaddya think?