How It Goes – Chapter 6 – Crushing (Part 2)

(A/N: Woke up at six a.m. Got ready for school. Wrote the first part of this on the bus in my special Degrassi notebook. Somewhat enjoyed school. Got on the bus. Ran home. Did my homework. Wrote this. Your welcome ;D Oh, and so apparently, Aislinn's a redhead.. But for this story let's just say she's a brunette :P)

I catch up quickly with Clare and we get in the car, waiting impatiently for Adam. It's silent for a minute when a voice says, "Well are you gonna start the engine or what?" Clare jumps slightly and we both turn around, startled.

Adam sits tiredly on the carpet, his legs spread out in front of him. "Dude," I laugh. He shrugs and lies down, exhausted. Clare relaxes but jumps up once more as Morty starts to blast my usual loud, angry music.

I feel a smirk coming on and chuckle, resting my right hand on her knee. She scoffs and slaps my hand. I fake being hurt and she giggles quietly. In the back, I hear faint snores. Clare peers over her shoulder and turns back to me, "He fell asleep."

I roll my eyes as we enter the parking lot. Typical Adam. Cutting the engine, I look at Clare, a smirk playing on my lips again. "Let's ditch him," I say. Clare gives Adam another look before shrugging. She throws open the door and jumps out, shutting it behind her. I take the keys out of the ignition and slowly turn towards Adam's sleeping body. "Thanks, buddy," I smile.

Clare and I spend the next day alone, sitting on the beach. She stares at the waves and smiles. Her eyes lock with mine for a minute and I smirk at her, causing her to look back at the waves. Suddenly she jumps up, grabbing my hand.

"Let's walk!" She suggests, already starting to walk away. I raise an eyebrow and follow her, my sneakers stepping deeper and deeper into the sand. I sigh and continue to follow Clare, who's currently staring down at her tiny blue flats-clad feet.

"So," She looks up at me, a small smile on her pale, nude lips. "Tell me about yourself, Elijah." I scoff and stare up at the sky. "Well, for one, my name is Eli. And two, what do you want to know about me?"

Clare shrugs. "Anything," She speaks. I nod and joke, "I hate brunette girls. Especially the blue-eyed ones," Clare gasps and smacks my shoulder, frowning.

"Ow. What has this shoulder ever done to you?" I pout, rubbing it. She smiles sheepishly and says, "Anything about yourself that isn't offensive?" I fake a thoughtful look and tell her, "I love ponies,"

She rolls her eyes and crosses her arms over her chest, annoyed. "Screw you," I hear her mutter. I mockingly gasp and pull her closer towards me. "Oh, no, you didn't!" She laughs, pushing me away from her.

"I'm serious though, Eli. I wanna know something about you!" She says, determined. I raise an eyebrow. Nobody, except for Adam, but he doesn't count, has ever been interested in me before. It feels nice to have someone ask me about myself. I stare at her, giving her a genuine smile.

"You're serious?" She nods and I think of something nobody would know about me. I chuckle and say, "When I was little, I used to look for a girl who I could be Prince Charming for," Clare breaks out into little giggle fits and I smile again, watching the way she throws her head back, a smile stretched out across her face.

"That's adorable," She stuffs her hands into her pockets and I turn to her. "Now tell me something about you." Clare shrugs and thinks to herself. A few minutes later, she says, "I've always liked you."

My eyes widen and I freeze, staring hard at her. She's avoiding my eyes, playing with the cross around her neck. I reach out and grab her by the waist, bringing her closer. She looks up at me in shock. We stare at each other for a few seconds before she leans in, her hand groping the front of my shirt.

I lean in, my lips crashing into her's. We pull away at the same time, minutes later, both panting. "Wow," Was all she had to say. "Wow," I repeat, as she let's go of my shirt.