A/N: Thank you guys so much for reading my story! And I'm getting such good reviews, which I don't think I really deserve.

Now, I have no idea where I'm going with this story. I'm just kind of going along, and then fixing my mistakes. So, it might take me awhile to update each chapter.

Also, I don't exactly know what should happen at 'Above the Dot'. Any suggestions?

Thanks, Julia.

I walked across the room, and sat down. I was on a one-way ticket to Hell. I tried keeping the same distance between both of them, but it felt like they became closer and closer each second.

As much as I loved watching The Godfather, I couldn't get comfortable. I mean, I didn't exactly try to, but it's not something you really 'try at'. Each minute felt like hours, and every noise boomed in my ears. If you looked closely, you could see the tension lurking about the room. It melted into the aroma, and stung my nose. The stillness of the room built a barrier, surrounding me.

It had to be broken.

"Can I have something to drink?" I asked, almost whispering. Drew reserved his eyes on the TV, and answered, "Adam, go get Clare something to drink."

Adam sighed, locking his eyes on his book. He tapped Eli's shoulder and spoke, "Eli, go get Clare a drink, will you?"

Eli sighed, "Do I have to?" he whined.

"You guys are ridiculous!" I shouted.

Nothing. Nobody moved. I smacked my four-head with my palm, and sighed. I've never seen something so bizarre in my life. Getting a soda is so difficult, how dare I ask them!

Obviously, they were going to just assemble themselves there. How absurd was this?

I sat up, and began walking. As I tried to get behind the couch, Drew hand signaled me to move faster. I laughed at the irony of that.

I sauntered behind the couch, and stood up high, with my hands resting on my hips. I cleared my throat, getting ready for my statement.

"Hey guys, I'm naked." I tried speaking in my most seductive voice. Eli and Drew's heads snapped up, and rotated towards me.

I smiled, slightly annoyed. "Now that I have your attention, will one of you please get me a damn soda?" I pointed toward the kitchen.

Adam turned around and started laughing at them. "Don't worry, I'll get it." he said in between breathes. As Adam left for the kitchen, Eli and Drew shot each other a glance, and spun around. They both slumped down into the couch, scarcely visible from the behind.

I couldn't help but snicker and give myself a 'job well done'.

Adam came back, handing me my soda. He gave me a high-five, and we both strolled over to our previous spots. Instead, I decided to park myself on the floor. I would hate to put a stain in the Torres's gorgeous home.

As I took a sip of soda, Drew started to speak. "Clare. Clare? Clare…." I held up my pointer finger, trying to tell him 'in a moment' as I finished my drink.

I sat like that for a few more seconds until an object thumped me on the head, hard. It caused me to emit my drink, splattering Pepsi all over the floor.

My head throbbed.

I twister around, anger in my eyes, and yelled, "The hell!…."

He interrupted, "Now that I have your attention, what are you doing on the floor?" He smiled a devious smile. I glowered at him, stood up, straightened my dress out, and tried to sit on the divan.

Drew had thrust his leg forward, just below my knees.

I had fallen, practically leaped, into Drew's plan.

I let out a small scream, and, what felt like slow motion, plummeted on to something hard.

Before peering up, I searched, using my hands, to find my location. I felt the ground below me jump, and knew where I was.

I slowly looked up at Eli from his lap. He started lowering his book, and I could see him staring at me like I was some lunatic. His eyebrows were raised, disbelief plastered on his face.

I made a small, faint laugh. I began trying to balance myself, employing his legs.

I plopped down in the spot between Drew and Eli. I stole a glance at Eli, and saw him and Adam gaping at me, indescribable expressions resting on their face. I made a dim grin, and proceeded to turn toward Drew, his goofy smirk beaming at me.

He shrugged his shoulders, "Oops." Then he added, "Clare, you should really try to contain yourself. You could get arrested for doing that in public."

I didn't respond. My anger was rising, my temper escalating. I started breathing deeply to calm myself. I could hear a giggle escape from Adam's lips behind me. I twisted toward the front of the room, crossing my arms.

Then, they all started joining in on the fun.

"Eli, you might wanna get a restraining order or she might assault you again." Adam teased.

"Adam, she just wants to get in his pants as much as the next girl." Drew inserted.

I could feel the heat boiling under my skin. I felt like an intellectual living with cavemen. What made it worse; I don't think Eli said anything. He just sat there, silently. How did I even get in this postion?

I looked over at the clock. 7:30. We had 30 minutes to get our tickets and head into the club.

"Uh, Drew, shouldn't we be heading out?" I smiled at him, fake as can be.

"Oh, yeah, don't wanna be late." He said. Thank god, I would do anything to get out of this Hell hole.

We both got up, and headed toward the door, and stepped out into the crisp air.

I can't believe I thought that was embarrassing. I wasn't even prepared for what was going to happen next.

A/N: Okay, again. I hope you enjoyed this chapter. It's probably the worst one yet, but eh, whatever.

If you've got ideas for the party, please tell me, thanks.

And sorry again about this really crappy chapter. I didn't know what to write about.

...oh! And I'm still trying to keep you guys guessing if it's ClarexDrew or ClarexEli. Can you tell? (: