Clare's POV

He leaned closer, as did I and when our lips were but centimeters apart… he jumped up and went to clean another corner of the room. I wasn't happy, to say the least.

Vivian's POV

"Eli, you idiot! What's wrong with you?" I whisper-yelled, knowing he wouldn't actually hear me. I turned to Adam and began my mini-rant.

"Adam! Did you see that? They were so close to kissing and then he just got up and walked away! Why the heck would he do that? Clare must be so embarrassed, though he clearly leaned in first. He obviously likes her so why not kiss her already?"

"I have no idea. He talks about her all the time, so I don't think him not liking her is the reason. I'll have to talk to him about it tomorrow." He answered calmly. I ran a hand through me hair and let out a loud sigh.

"Well we might as well let you and Eli get home then. Me and Clare can clean the rest of the house."

"Nah, I want to help, and while we clean we can come up with a few more schemes." He said with a laugh. I nodded.

"Alright, but what if things are all awkward now? How do we fix it?" I asked him.

"I'm not really sure, but in the mean time, do you remember that assignment Mrs. Dawes gave us today? The one about writing a story based off of someone in our lives?"

"Yeah, I remember. Why?"

"I think we may be able to use that to our advantage. Exactly how opposed are you to writing steamy vampire fanfiction about Eli and Clare?" Adam asked me with a smirk. I couldn't help but laugh, remembering Clare's little 'Declan' phase.

"Adam, my friend, I think I may be rubbing off on you. That is a lovely plan, and it helps that we're English partner's, just like Eli and Clare. How about we come up with the story together, and then you write it in Eli's point of view, and I write it in Clare's?"

"I think that's a great idea." He said, and then we started discussing our story as we cleaned.

~The Next Day~

Clare's POV

"Eli." I whispered, as I walked up to him in the hall. We had about 7 minutes before class started, so I though this would be a good time to confront him about last night.

"Clare." He said back. His voice was empty and quite, like mine.

"I'm really sorry about when we were cleaning last night. I think I just had a little too much to drink. I wasn't really thinking straight." I lied. I hadn't drunk anything but soda last night.

"It wasn't your fault. I think I had a bit much to drink too." He said, but I knew it was a lie. I was with him that whole night, and he hadn't drank a thing.

"So are we cool?" he asked. I guess I had to let the lie slide. We were, after all, on thin ice.

"Yeah, we're cool." I replied. He smirked and slung his arm around my shoulders, and then we made our way to English class.

Vivian's POV

"Hey Adam." I said as I walked in to Mrs. Dawes' class.

"Hey, Vivian. Have you seen Eli and Clare today?" He replied.

"Well of course I've seen Clare, considering we live in the same house, but she didn't even mention Eli today. Did you talk to him?"

"Yeah, but he didn't tell me anything. All he said was that he'd had too much to drink and that he wasn't thinking strait when it happened."

"He drinks?"

"Nope, and I know he didn't drink last night, but I didn't want him to think I was interrogating him, so I didn't push the subject any further." Just as Adam said that, Eli and Clare came walking through the door, with his arm securely wrapped around her shoulders. I looked over at Clare, questioning her with my eyes, but she just shook her head. I leaned closer to Adam and to whisper in his ear.

"Even if this didn't work, we still have our English papers." I told him.

"Good morning, class." Mrs. Dawes said as she entered the classroom. "I have a bit more information for you all on your writing projects. You and your partner will have to act out a scene from each of your stories and video tape it for the class…" I drowned out the rest of her directions and glanced over at Eli and Clare. They both looked like they were about to crap their pants. I'm betting they wrote about each other. I mentally laughed at them for a few seconds, then I realized two things. The first thing: Me and Adam would have to act out two scenes from what were probably the dirtiest stories we'd ever written. The second thing: I wasn't so sure that that was such a bad thing.

I quickly glanced at Adam and saw that he was as red as a tomato. I wonder if he's as nervous about this as I am. I pondered this thought a bit until I felt a piece of balled up paper hit me in the head. I unrolled it quietly so Mrs. Dawes wouldn't notice and read:

Any particular reason Adam turned beet red at the idea of acting out our stories?

~Eli

I have no idea what you're talking about. Why did you and Clare look like you were scared out of your minds at the same thought?

-Vivian

I wrote back. I laughed at the contrast between my crappy handwriting and Eli's almost-Calligraphy.

Touché, Vivian.

~Eli

We wrote back and forth for the remainder of the class and Eli told me a little about Clara Edwin, whom he claims is one of his greatest creations. Apparently she's an Ingénue (Eli's word for floozy, as Clare put it) who is madly in love with Emmett Worthsgold, her sarcastic neighbor. I really think he underestimates my wit. I asked him if Clara and Emmett were anything like him and Clare, but he denied any connection between the two. It was going to take some serious scheming to get them together. Adam and I had a lot of work to do...

"Hey, Vivian, when do you want to work on video projects?" Adam asked as we exited the school.

"Well I'm free today if you are." I replied with a smile. "How about your house? I'd invite you to the Edwards house, but Clare's parents don't allow boys over when they aren't home."

"W-well..." he stuttered. "I guess that'd be cool. My mom and dad don't get home til' 6:00 and Drew has practice til 5:30 so we have a while to work." He sounded uneasy, but he smiled none the less.

The walk to Adam's house was completely silent. We decided we should both read over our scenes to decide how we wanted to perform them.

Eli pulled Clare into a kiss, which heated up quickly.

She peered into his eyes. They were full of love and lust. She loosened up and kissed him with

more passion.

Eli needed Clare, and Clare needed Eli. There were no exceptions, no go-backs. Just Eli and

Clare. Light and Dark. Love and Lust, and right now, that lust was taking over.

This was going to be the most awkward video I've ever been in.