Hello Clewis fans!!!! I hope you like my fanfic. I'm detailing inner thoughts in what I feel are the significant points of the part of H2O where Cleo and Lewis are broken up. Charlotte is a sneaky little stalker with nothing better to do with her life than ruin Cleo's life... But oh well atleast it makes for good drama. I hope you like my rendition of how Cleo is feeling when she is breaking up with Lewis. *Tear*
I do not own any part of H2O... although I wish I owned Angus McLaren... he rocks my world... ^_^
Somewhere in the back of my mind I knew that I was throwing away the only thing that was constant in my life. My dad was trying his hardest, but I still wound up taking care of Kim, like she even appreciated it. Every day all we ever did was fight. It was unbearable and I felt like I was drowning. Poor, dear Lewis had to be the one who finally made me break. He had the best of intentions, but I was just done with it all. The surplus of my powers had catalyzed this decision. As I sank into an abyss of pressure I was being suffocated; suffocated by the boy that I was in love with. It was just too much. It was unfair to him but I jut couldn't deal anymore! His clingyness had the opposite affect than what he had intended.
"I can! I can fix it." He was trying so hard. I knew that. Yet here I was thinking that I wanted to be alone. Better yet I was fed up with him trying to fix me! Nothing was wrong with me... well unless you counted the crazy powers; but I would learn to control them right?
"Why are you always having to 'fix' everyone?" I protested, "You can't fix us this time. This is up to Emma, and Rikki, and me. You're not one of us Lewis." I could see that he wasn't catching on.
"I almost am." Oh God if I wasn't in the throes of teen angst right now I could kiss him for trying.
But that was only if, "No. You're not." Zing, I could see that one hitting his heart, "I don't know how to say this Lewis," My stomach was doing flips. Was I really saying this, oh no I couldn't stop myself. It was all coming out so suddenly. I don't know if I even meant what I said, "But I think it would be better if I were alone for awhile." He looked relieved. That wasn't right…
"That's a good idea." Was he completely insane? Although we were talking about Lewis here, the guy that had completely forgotten about the dance that we had been talking about non-stop, the guy who always tried to label things that didn't need to be labeled, and must I go on? I loved him so dearly. My heart was bursting. I hesitated for a split second, but only that long. Then I let out a sigh and a massive eye-roll. He was so infuriating sometimes when he didn't understand things!
"I mean really alone," Again I couldn't stop myself. I was a monster, "As in by my self, without a boyfriend." This time it registered. I could tell by the dead silence. All I could hear was our breathing. Did I always breathe this loudly? It was hard to tell. We stared at each other for what felt like forever. I would bet my locket on the fact that we both didn't believe me. Tears stung my eyes. I was the one doing the breaking up but I still felt like I was loosing something. Now wasn't that ironic?
"Alright… well. You know…" His response came so suddenly that it startled me, "You know where to find me." He blurted out and sprinted out of my room. The closing of the door, although it wasn't slammed, sounded loudly in my ears.
"Lewis!" I yelled immediately regretting what I had said. Freeing myself wasn't supposed to feel like chaining myself to loneliness. And yet that was how I felt. I flung myself off of my bed and out into the hallway, "Lewis," I tried and failed again. I heard the front door close. "Shit" I let out as I bounded down the stairs two at a time. When I got to the landing I saw my dad standing there puzzled and no Lewis.
My legs were shaking so hard I couldn't control them. I sank to the floor. "What have I done?" I whispered to myself. I doubted that my dad could hear me as I broke into sobs. He reached a hand out to me.
"Cleo?" He asked, concerned, "What did he say to you? Are you alright? Do I have to go straighten that boy out?"
"Dad… no," I managed, "It's all my fault."
"Aw sweet-heart I don't think…"
I stood up, with help from the banister. "No it's all my fault." I tried to convince him, "I wish mom were back! None of this would have happened if she hadn't left!!!!" I screamed at him trying to make him feel as dreadfully horrid as I did. Rushing up the stairs I tripped a few times before finding myself in my bedroom. I sunk onto the floor, not even able to reach my bed. Sitting beside my fish tank I broke down into even harder sobs. I was so mean to him. How could I ever say all the stuff that I had said? I would make this right someday, if he would still have me. Dragging myself over to my closet I pulled out every single pair of shoes I owned and threw them into a bin. At the very back of the closet I found my shoe brush. At least this would be monotonous enough to keep my mind off of all the dreadful things I had just said and done. But in the end it was all just for now.