Chapter 4


ELI'S POV

Clare Edwards… in my house… in my room… sitting on my bed.

I have to say something… I have to start a conversation before I do something I regret. But how much would I truly regret it?

"So um… Clare, any ideas?"

"No, not really… do you have any?"

"Well actually yeah I do…"

"Care to share?"

"Um maybe it could be a play of a high school couple and the girl in the couple is head-over-heels for the guy and he likes her too but"

I watch Clare as she listens attentively.

"… he likes someone else too, at the same time. This girl… she is in his English class… she sits behi- um in front of him. But the thing is that he doesn't know if she likes him back"

"Oh well… I have a feeling that, in this story of course, she likes him too"

I look at her and all I can think about is kissing her. I look into her luscious blue eyes. Oh how beautiful they are. I then stare at her lips.

I start to move closer to her. I can't do this… it wouldn't be fair to anyone. But, if it is so wrong… why can't I pull back.

I then find the strength to pull back but instead of just pulling back I roll off of the bed like a complete idiot.

I hear Clare laughing and I smirk

"Um Clare…" I say while I am still on the ground

"Yes?"

"Want some ice-cream? I have plenty downstairs and a lot of toppings."

"Um sure"

I saw a confused look on her face. I hope that I did the right thing.

We walked downstairs together.

"What kind of ice cream do you like?" I ask her trying to get my mind off of what almost happened upstairs

"Vanilla please."

"Vanilla's my favorite."

"Mine too."

I put vanilla ice cream in two bowls and get the toppings out. Clare starts putting toppings on her ice cream.

I pick up the whip cream and the can malfunctions. The whip cream goes all over Clare. I try to hold back a laugh. I then take one good look at her and notice how amazing she looked even with the whip cream all over her.

"Sorry… do you want a shirt?"

"That would be nice."

I go upstairs and get a shirt for Clare. I then come downstairs and look at her. This time I cannot help myself and I laugh.

"What exactly are you laughing at Mr. Goldsworthy?"

"Well I am laughing at the girl in my kitchen that is drenched in whip cream."

She starts laughing.

"And what might you be laughing at Ms. Edwards?"

"This…"

She then squirts the whip cream all over me.

"Noo stop it!" I say playfully.

"No thanks." She says while laughing.

I then come over to her, grab the whip cream and end up holding her. We both look into each other's eyes and we share the most wonderful and passionate kiss.

Clare then looks at me and says,

"Did we just-?"

"Uh-huh" I say while nodding my head up and down

"That can't happen again."

"Yeah… you're right it can't hap-"

Just then she grabs me and kisses me once more. This one being even more passionate and even more wonderful than the last. How that is possible, I don't know.