A/N: I am back with more Eclare love. I am still very pissed off that Eclare ended and Imogen Moreno just makes things worse for me. I actually ranted for 30 minutes at my grandma about the whole Eclare, Cake, and Elmogen thing. Then, my mom said, "Cake forever!" which led to my grandma and I to gang up against my mom. We're both loyal to the Eclare fandom. Anyway, this is a fic that I wrote after watching (500) Days of Summer for the ?th time (really, I have no idea... way too many times). It's also kind of like The Proposal too (which I've also seen many times). Please enjoy!

Oh, and before I forget, I DON'T OWN ANYTHING.


Clare POV

I walked out the doors of Starbucks with a strawberry and creme frappuccino in my left hand and a cookie in my right. It was a beautiful day. I was wearing a denim jacket, a flowery top, a white colored skirt, and flats. I had my black bag around me. I arrived at the office building. I was slightly disappointed to find that the stairs were getting painted again and I had to take the elevator. I walked in and found my mortal enemy, Elijah Goldsworthy. He was smirking at me. I am the chief editor of a publishing company. Eli writes greeting cards in an office cubicle two floors down for Hallmark. We absolutely despise each other for many strange reasons. First of all, we share the same best friend and secondly, we are very much different.

"Blue eyes." Eli greeted me.

"Elijah." I greeted him back. I pushed the button to the 16th floor, where I work. Eli smiled deviously and pushed every single button leading to the 16th floor.

"Eli! What was that for?" I shouted at him.

"Just fun!" Eli said with a grin.

I sighed and the door closed. Then opened again. Once again it opened. Suddenly, after it closed for the third time, the elevator came to a sudden halt.

"We're very sorry ladies and gentlemen. We are experiencing technical difficulties. The elevator will be up and running again, as soon as we can fix it. We're very sorry for the inconvenience." The speaker announced.

"What? I have to spend time with this lump of cells! I'd rather die!" Eli exclaimed in disbelief.

"Why don't you?" I replied.

"Ouch! That hurt!" Eli sarcastically said as he clutched his heart. We both sighed. I took a sip out of my frappuccino and then set it down on the floor. I opened my bag and took out Fight Club by Chuck Palahniuk. I have no idea how many times I've read it, but I love it! I took a seat on the floor and began to read. Soon Eli sat down too, on the opposite side of me and took a book out his laptop bag. I peeked at the cover from my book and saw that he was reading Fight Club too.

Eli POV

I must admit, though Clare is my worst enemy, she does have good taste in books. It was so obvious that she read the book a lot because the cover was worn. I myself am a Palahniuk fan and find it sort of a turn on that a girl would be a Palahniuk fan; not that I'd ever be turned on by Clare Diane Edwards.

So we sat there and read our books. All that was heard were the sipping noises from Clare's frappuccino and the turning of pages. That was when I thought up a devious plan. I took Clare's frappuccino and took a sip out of it.

"Eli!" Clare shouted.

"Afraid of cooties are we?" I asked innocently. The sip was actually pretty good. Clare rolled her eyes and grabbed the frappuccino out of my hand and set it down next to her. Then, she began to drink out it.

"Ha! I'm not afraid!" Clare shouted proudly.

"Bravo. Did someone listen to a radio station besides the oldies music stations?" I asked sarcastically.

Clare just stuck her tongue out at me and continued to read. I went back to book as well.

That was when Clare's cell phone buzzed in her pocket. After she read the text, her face fell and she just sat there quietly. Too quietly.

"Clare, you okay?" I asked after a few seconds later. Though I do hate her, I care a tiny bit. She merely nodded and just put her head in her hand and sighed.

I noticed the cell phone on the ground and read what she just read. If this is a violation of privacy, I don't really care.

U NEED 2 BRING UR BF 2 DINNER 2NIGHT. –Darcy

"You have a boyfriend?" I asked in a mock shocked voice.

"He broke up with me yesterday." She replied.

"Why?" I asked. Actually, this interested me for some reason. I really had no idea.

"He cheated on me with some model." She replied sadly. Then she looked like she was about to cry. I don't know why, but I didn't want her to be hurt so I hugged her. Yes, I hugged my worst enemy. I wished it was terrible, but no, I genuinely enjoyed it.

Clare POV

I have no idea why, but I actually liked the hug Eli gave me. I tried to hate it, but it didn't work.

"I'll pretend to be your boyfriend." Eli suddenly said.

"What! You don't even know me!" I exclaimed.

"Of course I know you! You're ugly and annoying." He said.

"Ha. Ha. So mature." I said sarcastically.

"Please!"

"No."

"Please!"

"No."

"Please!" Then he gave the puppy dog eyes.

"Fine." I sighed. "Just come by my office after work."


A/N: So... What did you think? Was it bad? I might sound like a jerk, but it is actually fun to take my black nail polished fingers and push all of the buttons in an elevator... If I were some other person, I'd think that I am the most annoying person to be stuck in an elevator with. d: Did everyone catch on to the whole "I'm not afraid" joke? It's a reference to the Eminem song, Not Afraid. Do you want me to continue? (I already wrote a second chapter on my computer; which I won't post unless you guys want more...)

Please review! It could be because you want more, want to call me a jerk, or just for the sake of reviewing!