Author's Note: Sorry for not updating! I am a horrible person! *Cries into hands.* I have been suffering from writer's block! And post- My Chemical Romance concert syndrome! The buzz still isn't gone. I have been eating a diet of wild berry skittles and instant oatmeal.
Clare's POV
Eli had really opened up about his cousin. He said that she had a crush on him when they were younger. I shouldn't feel threatened by this, but for some reason, I do. I can't worry about things like this. Not with Eli anyway. KC was extremely cold, and then he went and knocked up my replacement. Eli would never do something like that to me. I was getting sleepy from the car. Eli and I would have fun there, unless we got mugged. Being mugged, shot, or brutally raped (1) would really put a damper on our trip.
Eli's POV
We only had around five minutes until we reached the border. I had nothing to hide, but I needed to be careful with that sort of thing. For some reason, border patrol didn't take kindly to teenager dressed in black driving hearses. I made a mental note to be nice, and turn the satanic death metal down when we got there. I should also wake Clare up too. Those guys would never think a nice girl like her would voluntarily get into a car with a guy like me. They might even think I drugged her, and was going to smuggle her out of the country. For some reason, Clare liked me a lot. Sometimes even I have to question her sanity. Even on the day I first saw her I thought, "She's too good for you Eli, so don't even try." I must have said something right, because here we were, about to go on an adventure in Detroit.
Clare's POV
Eli shook me awake when we were at the border. The man in the booth glared at Eli for a minute, and then asked for our passports. I handed mine to Eli, who passed both mine and his through the window. He looked them over slowly, as if checking to see if they were real. He looked like he was going to say something, anything so that we couldn't go farther, but he just handed Eli our passports and glared at us some more. After a while, Eli finally spoke.
"I thought for sure he was going to say something about Morty."
"Yeah, he looked like he was about to, but since our passports are legitimate, he couldn't say anything, could he?"
We were driving across the Ambassador Bridge now, and I could see all of the tall buildings get closer and closer. To be honest, it looked just like Canada, only dirtier (2). The water looked beautiful, but it also looked dangerous. I couldn't see anyone actually enjoying the water; they were just standing around it. If anyone knew it would probably be Eli.
"Eli, how come no one is actually in the water? I can only see people standing around it.
Eli smirked at me and said, "Clare, that's because most people know not to go into the Detroit River if they want to be seen alive and without some sort of major defect again."
"Is it that dangerous?" It was weird to think of a river as dangerous, it was just water.
"It's not dangerous, it's just really, really polluted. It makes me sick to think of people abusing the earth like they do."
Eli rarely let this tree hugging peace loving side of him show. Whenever he did, I paid attention to what he said, as it was usually important. Sometimes I wonder if he was deep, or afraid to show his emotions. Whichever it was, I knew one thing; Elijah Goldsworthy was one of the most amazing things that happened to me. I used to think that Taylor Swift was full of it when she sang sappy love songs, but now I think she had a point. Eli is definitely the best thing that has ever been mine.
Author's note: So...yes, no, ching chong potato? I would like reviews! Maybe then I'll update faster! No, that is not a threat, it's a promise.
(1) A little intense, yes, but I felt it necessary.
(2) This is a fact, Detroit is actually almost Canada cool!
