Okay, firstly, thank you for the reviews, they seriously mean a lot to me. It's nice to think that a few people are reading my work, and actually like it. So last chapter i said it would be a two-shot, but i have changed my mind. This story won't go on forever, but i changed my mind on where the story is going, so it will be a little longer than i expected. I hope you don't mind.

Okay, i don't own Degrassi, or England, or whatever else. I do own Emily though.


Eli POV

Three weeks after she left, Clare had become my obsession. I needed her to be with me, I couldn't function without seeing her face. I would sit for hours staring at the picture I had of her, I would have imaginary conversations with her, I would go onto social networking sites and watch her every move. She seemed happy. That was good, I guess.

I had managed to persuade my parents to let me go to England eventually; crying and begging usually changes peoples mind. I was a mess, I couldn't sleep, I wasn't eating, I never went out and I didn't speak to anyone. She was making me depressed, and my parents could see it. I was leaving today, and hopefully returning with Clare.

The airport was not fun. Mum was crying. I really don't know why, it's not like I'm moving there, just visiting. But still, lots of tears and lots of kisses. It wasn't good. Dad was there too somewhere, but he left to buy food and didn't get back before I left. Personally, I think he was just trying to stay away in case mum started crying around him too. He never was good with other people being emotional. I think that's where I get it from.

The final person to come to the airport was Adam. Honestly, he was pretty annoyed with me for even considering going to find her, but I was determined and he knew it was his duty to come and send his best friend off. Still, he had tried to persuade me not to go many times, saying that Clare would not want to see me considering I'm the reason she left, but it wouldn't change my mind. I was going, no matter who was trying to stop me. I needed too. It was my only chance.

"Okay, I'm only here for Clare." He said walking up to me just before I was to sign in. "But here is her address." He handed me a piece of paper, and I nodded, thankful I wasn't going to have to search around for her house.

"You are flying into Birmingham, right? And have you ordered a taxi to pick you up? Okay, well Clare said the journey to where she lives will take a little less than an hour."

"Thank you. Have you, um, told her I'm coming?" I hoped he had, the element of shock wasn't going to help me at all.

"No, you're on your own for this one. I only know this because me and Alli were planning to go visit soon. I really don't want any part of this stupid plan to get your true love back, but I'd rather you do it quickly, you know?"

"Ok. I know I haven't been the best with her, but the truth is I can't cope without her." He shook his head and tutted.

"When did you become so deep? Well, if you break her heart again, I swear I will never talk to you again. She's hurt Eli, and I only hope you can change her mind."

It was on the plane that it finally sunk in what I was doing. I was going to England to find a girl who had gone there to run away from me. What if she didn't want me back? What if she had a new boyfriend? What if she loved it there and wanted to stay? So many what-if's, and I hadn't really considered them until now. I was so fixed on doing the right thing for myself that I hadn't even thought about how it could be the wrong thing for her. I was so selfish, I didn't even deserve her. Oh well, only time would tell…

Clare POV

I sat with Emily, who was sleeping at my house, chatting about how she could adjust her uniform to make it a little more revealing so she looked sexier for the boy she liked. She was so like Alli, it was unreal. At the same time, she was looking through her friends of face range, trying to find suitable boys for me to have as a rebound guy. I didn't want one really, but Emily seemed to like matching people together and I was fine keeping her happy.

"Okay, what about this one? He is fit, clever, funny and a very good kisser. He could be perfect!" She said, dragging me over to the computer screen.

"Erm, Emily, how do you know he is a good kisser?"

"Well, let's just say, his girlfriend wasn't very happy…"

"EMILY!"

"Well, he told me he was single. But now he really is single and most certainly ready to mingle." I rolled my eyes and laughed- so, so much like Alli.

"I'm not really into guys that have cheated before…"

"Ok then fussy. Let's see…" She scrolled down a little "Hey, he is pretty cute." I came back to the screen again to see a smallish guy with a beanie on, a goofy grin on his face.

"Oh, he looks like Adam. I could never date anyone that looks like him, it would be too weird." She nodded in agreement; it would be like dating a brother- gross!

"Can I see a picture of Adam, he sounds pretty cool…" I nodded and quickly pulled up his display picture. It had four people in.

"Aw that's so cute," Emily said, smiling "So that's you, obviously, and that's Adam, so who are the other two?"

"Well, the other girl is Fiona, Adams girlfriend. She is really lovely, and gorgeous, but a bit of a drama queen to be honest. The guy, well he's Eli." Her eyes shot open suddenly "Not what you were expecting, huh?"

"No, um, well, no not at all." She looked at me, and must have presumed I wanted to be alone "Can, I, um, go and re heat some of that pizza?"

"Yeah sure…" She left silently, and a tear crept into my eye.

That picture was taken about two weeks before it started going wrong. It was a hot day, and we were all chilling in the park. In the photo, Fiona was kissing Adam on the cheek and I was sat with Eli's arm around me. We had a picnic, and chatting. It was nice to just hang out as a group, but that stopped soon after.

I had promised myself so faithfully I was getting over him, that I didn't want him anymore, that I never really loved him in the first place, but I did, and seeing that picture only brought my feelings back. I still needed him, and despite everything I love him. I couldn't help that.

But I was angry too. After I finally realised what he did to me, I got mad at him. He left me hanging. For one month he wouldn't speak to me, edit my English work, he couldn't even look me in the eye. He had been a complete jerk to me, he had gradually broken my heart without me even realising it. Why didn't he break up with me straight away? He must have known what he was doing, he was smart, and he was deliberately hurting me. And his words: I don't love you. I never have and I probably never will. He was embarrassing me, I was embarrassing myself, and he most probably knew it too. All the time i had spent wondering how i was going to get over him, but now I realised hat it would be better for me to forget him all together. I may still love him, but I will never be stupid enough to take him back. I will get over him eventually, and it will be like he never even existed.

Eli POV.

I was here, in England, in the town where she lived. The weather outside was cold and it had been snowing, a lot like in Toronto, but where she live was in the country side, so all around the houses were fields. So many fields. Her town had a long street where all the shops were, but it was narrow, and there wasn't much there. The place had no sense of excitement, but it was like everyone knew everyone. Walking down the street, at least seven people must have said hello to me. At first I was paranoid, but I soon realised that everyone in this town were greeting each other. Was this an English thing, or simply something this town did? I really couldn't tell.

And here I was, stood at her door way, my breathing fast and my heart rate faster. This was my one and only chance to get her back, and I was not going to mess it up. I needed her, but if I didn't get her now, I never would. Everything counted on the time I will spend here. I took a deep breath, and knocked loudly on the door, making sure she would be able to hear it. When there was no answer, I knocked again, this time even louder.

"I'll get it!" I heard a deeply English accent say inside, and I presumed this would be her aunt. I took yet another deep breath, and was surprised when a teenager opened the door. She was blonde, with curly hair, she was about the same height as me, and looked about fifteen.

She stared at me for a second, frowning and probably trying to work out who I was, then her eyes flicked open and within a second she hit me around the face. It hurt.

"OW! What the hell was that for?"

"You tell me, Eli. What the hell was breaking Clare's heart for? I'm just saying…"

"Wait, I don't even know you!"

"No, but I'm one of Clare's new best friends and she has told me all about you. You are killing her inside, you know? Then again, you probably don't even care."

"If i didn't care, do you think i would be here?" She shook her head slightly, but she was still frowning "Can I please talk to Clare? I came all this way to tell her I made a mistake, and I just need a little while. Please." She looked at me and sighed, then turned to the stairs.

"Clare, there is someone here to see you!" Clare ran down the stairs, came to the door and froze.

"Clare." I whispered, looking down.

"Oh my Gosh." Was her only reply.


Okay, so what did you think?

Just to let you know, the town where Clare has moved too is pretty much the same as the town where i live in England. I'm serious; everything that is described about the town is the same as my town, so I do know what i'm talking about.

Review maybe? I'm open for criticism, but don't be too horrible, i'm only thirteen... K, thanks. x x x x