"Hey um... Eli. Thanks a lot." Jenna said the next day. "And if anyone asks, I was PMS-ing, no one needs to know about my scare. But it was still really cool of you."

"Hey, what were you going to do if you were pregnant?"

Jenna sighed and said, "Probably not tell the father."

"And that would be..." Eli pressed and Jenna smiled.

"Not getting it out of me that easy. I'm going to get some breakfast, want anything?"

"Just cereal..."

"Cinnamon Toast Crunch?"

"No, Raisin Bran. Of course Cinnamon Toast Crunch. Thanks you Captain Obvious."

"Ooh, sorry Sergeant Sarcasm." Jenna said back and Eli shook his head.

As Jenna walked on, Eli let his mind wander.

Julia. Julia Madison.

She had soft pink lips, usually covered in some exotic red color and caramel colored eyes. It used to scare me how sparkly they were. She had braces though,which made her loathe herself even more. She grinned without teeth for that reason, making her grin special to me when she showed her teeth. She usually had her brown eyes as an oasis in a sea of charcoal, black splattered everywhere, her clothes, her hair, her eyes, her fire (she did give him the finger before she left, telling him some choice 4 letter words)...

For a good period of time after she died, he still saw her sitting in his bean bag chair, her special purple headphones around her neck, bobbing her head to music. She didn't enjoy Dead Hand, she liked girlier rock because she was a slight feminist in that sense. And yet, it was true, she could hold her own when it came to resorting to violence. Just don't expect her to take on a Godzilla. He remembers just staring at her, writing her poems on her lap and pop her gum, combat boots tapping on her backpack to whatever tune came blasting out of her iPod.

And staring at that empty beanbag made him realize, he never wanted to love again.

But that wouldn't stop him from love. He never really saw a future with Jules, just a casual relationship sometimes fueled with lust.

And now as his parents are in the process of moving him to Toronto, after 2 years of moping, they decide the trip with the Torres' will be good for him. Not wrong... that's as much as he'll give them.

Clare. Clare Edwards.

Thats as much as he knew. She was a rainbow, bright and colorful. She wears her lips glossed, her eyes in a light white shade he thought no one could ever pull off, and always has that natural glow around her. She'd wear her ballet flats and light dresses. Her hair was short, and it brushed her white shoulders. She warned him that she didn't tan, she burned, peeled, and fried in the sun.

Is it bad that by looking at her blue eyes, he can imagine a life with her and with Julia he could not? Is it bad that he can melt when she brushed against him? That he could hear his name begging to be formed on her lips, when her mouth doesn't even have to open?

Eli... Eli...

"Eli! Earth to Eli!" Jenna called as she placed the cereal in his face, threatening to drop it on his lap. Eli snapped out of reverie and took the glistening cereal from her small hands. She looked mock-disappointed. Eli laughed a bit and ate with her.

Clare... Clare Edwards

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