Author's Note: Hey there guys! Remember...these chapters are only SPECIFIC parts of their year...ENJOY
Disclamer: i do not own Degarssi
Chapter 4: The Domino Effect
On January twelfth, the night before Lena's birthday, Clare lies in bed and lets her mind drift back to Drew. This has happened a lot since Adam came back, now he lives in the guest room. She sighs and turns over, trying to fall asleep. Then the phone rings. She picks it up and mumbles a hello.
"Clare…it's me."
And although Clare wants to hang up, she doesn't.
"Drew…"
"I know who you are Drew."
"I've missed you." he slurs.
"Drew? Are you drunk?"
"Nah…I just had one…two…five beers."
"I'm hanging up now Drew." and she goes to put the phone down when she hears his plea for her not to.
"Clare…"
"I'm still here Drew."
Silence.
"Drew?"
"Yea?"
"Is there something you wanted?"
"I…I was wondering if I could come over for Lena's birthday tomorrow."
She takes in a deep breath, "You called me at one in the morning to ask me this? Drew, you're drunk. Get yourself together."
"Clare…I want to come tomorrow."
"I don't…"
"Clare, please, I need to come tomorrow."
She takes in a deep breath. "Four p.m. no later than that. If your late then…don't bother."
They say goodbye and hang up. Both of them, in their separate rooms in their separate houses flop back onto their bed and look at the ceiling.
I can't believe I said yes. Clare thinks.
I can't believe she said yes. Drew thinks.
The next day at three o'clock Drew walks in through the front door.
"Daddy!" Lena squeals and jumps into his arms.
"Hey Lenny." he squeezes her tightly before dropping her to the floor. She runs to her friends and Drew heads into the kitchen to find Clare putting the finishing touches on a cake. "Clare."
"I thought I said four."
"Who knew the party would be in full swing now though?"
"Drew…" she sighs and drops the icing container and turns to him, "Why are you here?"
"I thought you might need some help here. What can I do?"
She starts listing off things that he can do.
Later that night, after everyone's left and all three kids—along with Adam—have fallen asleep, the only two people left are Drew and Clare. They're cleaning up the kitchen.
"I'm sorry." they both say at the same time. They look to each other.
"You can go first." he says.
"I…I'm sorry about your mom Drew. I was going to call, but I…okay, honestly, I didn't want to talk to you."
"Thanks. But, I'm sorry Clare. I divorced you because all of this has happened so fast, I was scared. Scared that since our lives got a jump start, we'd get a quick end too. It was stupid of me. Clare, I didn't know what I was doing. Is there any way you could forgive me?"
"Drew," Clare walks towards him, but stops herself a few feet in front of him, "I've had months to think about this. Months. And, trust me I've thought of anything but. I even tried to date…"
"You dated?"
"Just Eli."
"Your ex, Clare…"
She cuts him off, "Drew, it was a moment of weakness. You left me without a care in the world."
"Clare, I admit I was stupid. Please, forgive me."
"Like I said, I've had time to think…and I have thought of anything but."
"What does that mean?"
"Drew, in all honesty, I don't know. Okay? I don't know what to think. We'll have to see."
"Does that mean?" he walks closer to her and almost closes the distance, but she puts her hands on his shoulders. Both of them feel a familiar spark jolt through their veins.
"It means, we may not have another chance, but we can try to be friends and see how that goes. I mean, isn't that best for the kids?"
He sighs, "I guess. Thanks Clare," he backs out of the house before either of them can say another word. She waves as he leaves. As he gets into his car he nods to her.
The beginnings are always sweet.
On April 1st Drew and Clare, once again, begin to make a cake for James and Camille, who today turn one. They turn to each other and Drew bursts out in laughter.
"What's so funny?" Clare asks, her hands firmly on her hips.
"No—nothing. You have a little," he points to his own nose and she covers hers.
"That isn't funny!" she exclaims wiping off the chocolate icing.
"I thought so." he smirks.
"Really? Well, what about this?" she drops her finger into the icing, and then wipes it on his nose. "Now, that's funny."
"Oh, is it now?" he takes his own hand and then wipes some icing on her cheek.
"Drew!" she exclaims.
"Clare!" he mimics.
"You want to play it that way, do you?" she smirks.
"Uh…I'm just going to back away now…" and he starts to, but then she grabs a cookie that she made earlier and chucks it at the back of his head. He swerves on his heels and walks back to her. She puts on an innocent façade and he smirks while grabbing a handful of icing.
"You wouldn't."
Then, he takes his hand and rubs it across her forehead and down to her lips, where he linger for a moment before pulling apart. "I should go get cleaned up." and he back away.
"Wait, Drew."
He turns back to her, "Yeah."
She walks over to him, their chests nearly touching, "About three months ago we talked about forgiveness and second chances."
He nods.
"I, I think…that if we both worked on this then maybe…"
He puts his hand under her chin and pulls her lips to his in a gentle embrace.
When they break apart, "You need to learn to get to the point quicker."
She ignores his comment and walks to the bathroom. He follows behind her.
"You know, most people talk, not walk away."
She smirks, "I would really enjoy getting this icing off of my face." she wipes it off of her forehead and nose before Drew comes over to her, takes the towel out of her hands, and gently wipes off the rest. "Thanks."
"Anytime."
"You have some right…" she kisses his cheek. "there."
"Is it gone?"
"Yeah."
Author's Note: Well? Is it cute? Horrible? Next year is year 5...enjoy!
xoxoxo Cat
