"Uh... Why'd you delete me off Facerange?"

"Look, maybe those cheap generic cigarettes are going to your brain. I do stupid things to Clare when you are around me. What kind of guy talks to you during my date? We have been too shamelessly close.""

The New Yorker interrupted. "Oh, do you have them? Sorry I threw them in your backpack the way I did. When we went to visit my parents for their anniversary dinner I totally forgot I had them on me and they'd kill me if they knew I smoked."

Why was he meeting the parents of the girl he slept with? "...Goodbye Lenore."

"Eli, if your heart was with Cher... you wouldn't have been with me so easily. I've never been able to do that with a man when another was in my heart."

"Spare me. Your manipulation sounds attached, next you are going to pull that pregnancy card on me. You only noticed I distanced myself from you because you have no life and I'm the only friend in it. I'm going to try to talk to her so the sooner you get out from my ass, the better!"


"I told Lenore to shove it."

Clare looked up from her book, she closed it and set it on the porch and started to walk down the street. "That is a name I'll be fine if I never hear again."

"Fine-, Bimbo, It, Lenwhore." Eli chased faster

Clare carefully considered her options, though 'Lenwhore' did tempt her. "What did... "It" have to say?"

"She wanted to be objectified then bitches when a guy treats her like his chew toy. It was a meaningless night of passion, Clare! But what wasn't was... last night. Where the Hell did that girl come from? I've never seen you so passionate about us. Hell, back in the day it was usually me and you were the sane one." Eli smiled. "It showed me how much this must have meant to you... How much you loved me."

"Eli, do you hear yourself right now? That is just like Crazy Eli to say. You romanticize unhealthy, destructive actions. You think dramatica is indicative of one persons love for another."

"Clare. It's not like that I swear. You know I'm not the same guy I was in high school."

Clare breathed through her nose, a lot more composed after last night.

"I know you aren't that guy anymore. That Eli told me he'd wait until we were married. That Eli didn't care about sex so much. That Eli would have never given me up, fought for me... This new you gives up so easily. You were the most unsupportive boyfriend ever during my sexual harassment. Looking good for your play was more important than helping me feel alright. You said justice in scheming was just petty, but it sure wasn't that way with you and Becky. Face it, all that mattered was a stupid high school play during one of the scariest, most violating experiences of my life.

I was scared to tell you on the night of my birthday and you hinted you'd leave me if I wasn't forthcoming. You "couldn't do this anymore." You try so damned hard to be "healthy" and "stable" and "well-adjusted" when all it makes you is a cold hearted monster. You care so much about NYU. You wanted to impress them with the play, so the Asher crimes gets overlooked. You spend a week there the first week back from Christmas break... you were going to let me leave without discussing the kiss. You even admitted that you've come a long way and caring too much about a kiss isn't progressive.

I see right through you, Eli Goldsworthy. I think you are afraid your disorder is going to come back... and ruin your future so you let fear make you an emotionless man. You used to love so freely and now you are afraid of love. The old you was crazy, but at least you had emotions. At least you cried. Now all I do is cry and you have that stoic look on your face. You dumped me and left me for dead, you ignored me crying and having sex was so important before NYU that you begged me back right as you were leaving and we went all the way..."

"Coming from the girl that left me for being all over the place emotionally? Make up your damned mind. Well it is too late for that. I'm finally in a stable place and no one is going to convince me I was better before."

"So being normal and having people think that is more important than... keeping me? You aren't Romeo anymore, Eli. You haven't been for a long time. I thought for sure you'd beat Asher's ass. You are a medicated robot. You are only feeling when you are high on drugs or having sex."

"Clare... why are you saying all of this? You know we belong together. If this is about Lenor- IT, I can never speak to her again."

"You wouldn't have anything to make up for if you had been the old you."

"I'm not the kid I was in high school anymore, Clare."

"Then maybe all that us against the world, Romeo and Juliet, Hoarding, Jesus club, my identity crisis was who we were when we were kids. I dealt with some stuff and your hand was there and I know you told me the same... but maybe the best we ever got was high school. Maybe that was all we were supposed to reach."

"I cannot believe that. What about last night? You were right, I was wrong. We survived Cambell Saunder's suicide. Your parent's trying to break us up. Vegas Night"

"No we didn't, Eli. I felt so alone after Asher. You refused to get involved and your method of dealing was telling a teacher and going to the police. Want to know where that went? No where without any proof. He could have had a good old fashioned ass kicking but that was too much drama for you. You broke up with me after finding Cambell. When the going gets tough and our relationship is tested you leave. You didn't even cry about my cancer, Adam dying... you aren't the man I fell in love with. If all we had was a high school relationship we should have kept it separated at the end of Sophomore year and left it at that."