Blueberry Pancakes With A Side Of Eclare
Eli's POV
I needed Clare. She was now my life; she was my best friend, and my mind. All I needed was her.
"I love you, Clare," I whisper. She is cuddled into me with her face on my chest. I would've been dead if she wasn't my best friend. She was the most kind, caring, and sweetest person on Earth; and she was right here, snuggling into me. I wrap my arms around her and close my eyes, but not before checking the 3:14 on my digital clock. 3:14 is the only time I can let out my feelings to her.
"Woo! Yes," Clare exclaims, she and I are seven, and we are getting soaked from running under the waves of terror of White Water Cannon. I hold Clare with my grip, not even noticing she's soaking wet from the water. She and I have just gotten off The Fly. Whenever she screamed all I wanted to do was tell her to look at me, but she knew that on her own from our experiences as youth children. As I look into her deep blue eyes I-
Gasp. I turn and see Clare still sleeping next to me, I know I love her. It's in a best friend way, but how can I be having these dreams. The wonderful times we have, but it's only about her. She has been my best friend for life! I can't love her; it might ruin everything we have. That thought was then put to the back of my head, to stay there forever.
"Eli. Eli. Eli! WAKE UP!" I felt someone carefully releasing me from my rest. As my vision went back to place I knew it was Clare. I couldn't talk to her yesterday; I couldn't look into those big blue eyes without telling her I love her. It was too much for me to handle. I had no other words to say, the only thing I knew was that I wanted to be with her, but that option wasn't available on the Clare test.
"Hello, beau-"I shut my mouth. I didn't want my dream to come true. "Were you just about to call me beautiful?" She looked into my eyes, I tried not to scream the words at her, and I needed to edit my sentence. "W-Would you mind? Is it too much? I'm sorry it's just that-" She cut me off, putting her soft ivory touch on my hand. "I get it, Eli. We have these strange feelings for each other. I couldn't wake up this morning without almost kissing you!" I couldn't hold my thoughts in my head any longer; they would not jump off the cliff I set them on. "So," I changed my gaze to the sun shining on glass, "What should we do?" I hesitated, afraid of the answer. "This has happened to me before with you, remember when I said we were going on a vacation 2 years ago? We weren't, I tried to get some space between us. But I could never let go of that feeling! Then you started kissing me and I felt like you loved me too." She pretended to run out of breath, and her body fell back onto the bed. "Well, I love you," I wanted her to say the same words to me; but feared they would be hiding. Suddenly the best thing in my life happened. I felt a soft pair of lips crush against mine, and a pair of arms wrap around my neck. I kissed her back, taking this as a sign of her letting me know I didn't have to hide in the closet any longer.
"I love you, too." My whole plan had worked; I decided to take her out for a celebration breakfast. Clare walked with me in a blue Gir "Waffles" shirt, with Gir pajama bottoms. I walked in my Dead Hand shirt and black pajama bottoms. She was swinging my arm while holding my hand. Making sure out feet were at the same pace as our hands. My arm was about to pop off with each step we took to the little café called 'The Place to Eat'. Soon we arrived at the café and a waitress took our order. Clare and I had ordered blueberry pancakes. Suddenly a fist had plopped down on the table.