A/N: Thanks for all the support! I'm sorry I haven't been updating.
All of the computers in the house decided to stop working so I'm
writing this on my phone :\. Anyway tell me what you think! This kind
of popped into my head and I had to get it out of my system. Sorry if
it's bad!

As I walked out of Degrassi, I noticed something. Eli wasn't leaning
against Morty, reading as he waited for me today.
Instead, he had Morty's hood propped open with music spilling out of
his speakers.
I started walking towards Eli to see what made Morty break down this
time.
He was wearing a black tank top with Morty's grease and his slight
biceps visible through it. His hands were stained black.
He was leaning over Morty's hood and was so consumed in what he was
doing that he didn't notice me walk up to him.
"Boo!", I said, stroking my hand on his back and picking it back up
immediately.
He raised his head up from the hood, eyebrows raised. A smirk grew on
his face.
"What was that supposed to be", he chuckled.
"Me scaring you!", I defended.
"Well I'm terrified".He leaned back down, studying Morty's insides
intensely. He began messing with things but then,suddenly, grease
squirted all over Eli's chest. His tank top was soaked in black.
If it was even possible, Eli's smirk grew more sarcastic.
"Well that's just great, Morty. First you break down on me and now you
relieve yourself on me? And I thought we were friends."
I couldn't help but to let a laugh escape my lips.
He brought his hands down to the hem of his shirt, and pulled it up
over his head.
He had a body that didn't make a big deal about itself. He had biceps
that were probably from fixing Morty all the time, and abs starting on
his stomach. You could tell that he didn't try to achieve them and
that they were just there as a result of his honest hard work.
He grabbed a rag from his back pocket and tried in vain to clean his
grease stained fingers. Exasperated, he brought his fingers up to his
forehead and moved his hair out of the way as he wiped the sweat off
of his brow, transporting the grease from his fingers to his for head.
I studied his face and gave him a smile.
"You have a little...", I mumbled as I gently grabbed the rag from
his fingers and dabbed the grease off of his forehead.
He smirked at how close we were.
"This your way of pulling a move on me Edwards?"
His emerald eyes glistened in the beaming sun.
We stayed that close for several more seconds until I just couldn't
help it. I pulled his face towards mine, and began to kiss him with a
passion I didn't know I had. I dropped the rag from my hands and ran
my fingers into through hair. I never wanted to pull away. I put a hand on
his chest, and he carefully put his hands on my hips trying not to get
any grease on me.
We stayed that way until it became absolutely necessary to breathe.
"Maybe it is", I say, panting heavily.
We gazed into each others eyes for several more moments until he broke
the silence.
"Well Morty's all fixed now." He took his hands off of my hips and
turned towards the car and slammed the hood shut. "Need a ride?",he
finished.
"Yeah, sure", I said with a smile glued to my face.
Eli threw some tools into a big metal box along with some rags. He
circled the car and tossed the metal box and his black tank top in the
trunk. He went back to the hood of Morty and grabbed his black button
up shirt that he wore to school today, and threw it on. We both got
into the car and he began speeding out of the parking lot.
We were getting closer, and closer to my house much too soon.
The hearse pulled up to my house and I noticed there were no cars
in the drive way. My mom must be out at one of her church projects,
and my dad...well he said that he was working. I feel bad for not
believing him but I just can't.
I sighed at the thought.
"Is something wrong". Eli furrowed his eyebrows in confusion.
I smiled at him weakly. I didn't want to go into my empty house. It's
like that all the time now. Everyone is avoiding each other.
I turned back to Eli.
"Wanna come in?", I offered. It's better than sitting around all
alone, wondering if my parents really were where they said they were.
Eli smirked and got out of the car.
"Well, you coming?", he said.
"Don't use my own words against me.", I chuckled as I rolled my eyes.
I got out of the car and Eli was right there waiting. I could get used
to the feeling of having someone right there waiting.
I smiled and opened the front door.
I led the way up to my room.

A/N: I was going to end the chapter
here but decided to treat you guys since you have been sooo sweet.

He looked around my room with his smirk intensifying.
Since Darcy left, a lot has changed. I traded in those twin beds for
one queen sized bed with a striped, pastel colored comforter draped
ac-cross it. I had a book shelf covering an entire wall, fully stocked.
"Wow", he said walking towards it. He grabbed some books from every
shelf.
"I'm pleasantly surprised it's not all vampire romance novels."
He chuckled, cocking an eyebrow at the abundance of books over flowing
the shelf.
"Have you read all of these.", he said turning towards me.
I shook my head. "No...but I will", I stated simply.
I like books. You get an escape without ever having to leave... and I
needed as many escapes as I could get.
He put the books back on the shelf and plopped down on my desk chair.
He started looking around again, like he was looking for something
specific.
"Well, you know my 'dorky' passion for comic books. What's yours?", he
asked with all curiosity in his eyes, and slight sarcasm dripping from
his voice
I shrugged.
He cocked an eyebrow and turned towards the laptop on my desk. He began
reaching for it.
"If you won't tell me, I'm just gonna have to find out myself."
"Um we should really start on our English assignment." I panicked
and ran over and grabbed the laptop from his reach.
He raised his eyebrows in amusement.
"What? Is Saint Clare hiding something?" He chuckled.
I remembered writing some fan fiction last night and I never got to
change the names. I sat down on my bed and threw the laptop down next
to me with a sigh. If he reads that I'll-
My thoughts were interrupted when Eli got up and started walking towards
my bed.
"I write fan fiction", I admitted, shamefully before he could get the
laptop back.
He let out a chuckle and reached for the computer anyway.
I buried my head in my hands as I prepared myself for embarrassment.
He opened it up and there was the word document, out in the open for
him to see. I felt so helpless as he read through the screen, smirk
growing with each line.
Then he turned towards me, eyebrows raised, and his smirk as sarcastic
as ever.
"This Eli character is quite the bad ass."
He shut the laptop and put it on the far corner of the bed and leaned
in closer.
I couldn't say anything. I was in shock.
"Why don't we give the author something to write about?", he said. Hid
emerald eyes glistened and he pulled me into his lap. My heart's heart
was having a heart attack. What is this boy doing to me?
He smirked and began leaning in, then suddenly I heard the jingling of
keys downstairs and jumped up, away from his reach.
Someone was home.

A/N: I don't know how I feel about this chapter. I re-wrote it a
million times because my stupid writers block is making everything I
write garbage.
Tell me what you think?