Disclaimer: I do not own Degrassi. Still.
Alli
Alli slowly gathered the remaining items in her locker and placed them in the green bag on her shoulder. Turning around, she scanned the crowded hallway for Clare. In the sea of purple, blue, red and yellow, it was impossible to distinguish her best friend from everyone else.
She pushed through the people to find her (soon to be ex) homeroom. Not saying goodbye to Clare was not an option.
Adam
"Mom, this is ridiculous, you know. You should let Drew say goodbye to Alli!" Adam didn't like yelling at his mother, especially not first thing in the morning, when he was running late for school. He loved his mom, he really, REALLY did, but sometimes she acted like such a bitch!
Maybe because she is one.
"For the love of God Gracie, STOP it with this argument already!" Mrs. Torres realized what she said too late; a hand flew to her mouth as she looked horrified (and, for once, human). "Oh, Adam, I am so sorry, I'm just stressed, and-"
"Save it, Mom. Keep Drew home today, whatever. Maybe you should ask him what happened at Vegas Night and yesterday. Did you ever think of that?" Adam frowned. "Do you ever think before you speak at all?" He huffed as he walked out the door.
Clare
"Ok, Eli, I'll be back as soon as school gets out." Clare said farewell three times in the hospital room already, but she had yet to leave Eli's side on his bed.
"Clare, GO already, I don't want you to be late for school." Eli squeezed her tight as he spoke.
"But your grandma isn't here yet!" Her cheeks flushed; she didn't want to leave Eli alone. He laughed.
"Bubbi tends to run late. It's okay, honey." His smirk quickly turned into a grimace; honey?
"Oh, thank you for the saccharine pet name, Sweetiepie," Clare teased. Eli playfully hit her with a pillow. "Hey now! No need to get violent!" Clare laughed as she finally got up. Leaning over to kiss Eli, her sleep-mussed hair fell in their faces and tickled Eli's forehead. He deepened the kiss, placing his hands on her cheeks to keep her lips on his longer.
Pulling away, he muttered something that sounded like "thank you". Clare ruffled his hair, said she wanted to talk about his situation later if he felt up to it, then reluctantly left her boyfriend's hospital room.
Later
By the time Clare made it home, freshened up and changed clothes, she knew she'd be late for homeroom. Upon arriving at Degrassi, Clare waited for the bell to ring before entering. After obtaining a tardy slip (and a verbal warning) from the attendance office, she found Alli sulking on the floor by Clare's locker.
"Alli? What's wrong?" Clare sat down next to her best friend. She didn't want to be late for class (again), but Alli seemed morose. "Are you okay?" Alli looked at Clare solemnly.
"I'm leaving Degrassi," she uttered quietly. Clare didn't think she heard her correctly.
"What did you say, Alli?" Clare put a hand on Alli's shoulder.
"I'm…I'm leaving Degrassi, Clare. My parents found out about Drew, they think we had sex at school. They're sending me to India to stay with my Aunt Kirthi." Alli looked down as she spoke.
"What? They can't do that, this is stupid, you can't-"
"Clare, it's okay. I kind of WANT to go." Alli smiled softly.
"What? Why?" Clare frowned.
"Well," Alli droned sarcastically, "I don't know if you've noticed, but I haven't exactly been myself lately." Clare reluctantly let out a laugh. "It's only temporary. My aunt is really wealthy; I'll be taken care of. India isn't all poor child laborers. It's actually really gorgeous. I've been twice before."
Clare choked back her tears as she pulled Alli into a hug. "I can't lose you too, Alli…I can't handle all of this. It's too much."
Alli smiled as a tear fell down her face. "You can, though, Clare. You're the strongest person I know."
The two held each other until a teacher scolded Clare and told her to get to class.
Eli
Eli flipped the channels in his hospital bed. He sent his Bubbi to get some lunch ten minutes ago, and began to find hospital life rather monotonous (again). "I can't believe this shit is happening again," Eli groaned.
"Elijah! Language!" Bubbi stood in the door of Eli's room with no food in her hands.
"I thought I told you to get lunch!" Eli exclaimed. His voice has a teasing tone to it, but he actually was worried; his grandma got cranky if she didn't eat every few hours.
"Well, my sweet baby boy-" Eli groaned "-don't make such noises at me, Elijah, you ARE my sweet little boy! I have to get to the restaurant. Shelby called off this afternoon. I have to cover for her." Eli frowned. He really hated being by himself when he was in the hospital, but he hated himself more for the fact. Put him in a hospital bed and suddenly he's eight years old and having seizures every day again. "I'm so, so sorry."
"It is okay, Bubbi. I was thinking of taking a nap anyway." He grinned with false cheer; his grandmother didn't need to worry about him even more than she already did.
"Ok, Sweetie. I'm sure your mom will be back tonight to take you home. I'll come back as soon as I can." She left, and Eli was alone, again. He felt his phone vibrate. A text from Clare; reading her name instantly cheered him up.
May have left school early. Care if I come back earlier than planned?-Clare
Eli grinned. Like she even had to ask. He quickly typed back with a smirk on his face.
Hmm, I don't know. I'm very busy, you know. Daytime television is quite riveting, you know.
"Well, you're going to have to suffer with me for company anyway, Patient Goldsworthy." Clare smirked from the doorway. "Because I missed you." She blushed.
Eli sighed dramatically. "Well, I guess if you MISSED me…" he grinned and opened his arms, "…you better get over here." Clare giggled as she crawled into his embrace. Eli frowned when he noticed Clare's eyes were slightly stained red. "Clare? What's wrong?"
"Nothing." She buried her face in his chest, not caring he hadn't showered since the day before. She really DID love him.
"Edwards, I know you. Tell me."
"Alli's going to India." Clare bit back a sniffle.
"Okay…" Eli didn't get why Clare was upset. So her best friend was going on vacation, she could live without her for a while. "For how long?"
"Somehow both temporarily and indefinitely." Oh.
"Oh, dammit Clare. I'm sorry." He kissed her head.
Clare laughed. "There is something wrong with this picture. You're the one in the hospital gown, yet YOU'RE comforting ME." Eli frowned.
"Listen, Clare. I don't want you to think differently of me just because you know I'm messed up in the head-"
"I already knew that!" laughed Clare.
"Ha-ha," his smile fell. "Look, this just happens sometimes. I'm so sorry."
"Eli, don't apologize for being SICK! Do I REALLY have to tell you it's not your fault?" She raised an eyebrow as she spoke. "I just wish you would have told me." She softly kissed his cheek.
"I really thought it was BEHIND me. I'm ashamed or something. I don't know. I didn't think it would happen again." He held her closer. "I'm sorry."
"Your mom says they happen when you're stressed." Clare didn't want to pry too much, but naturally, she had questions.
"Yeah. It starts out as a panic attack and just sort of…escalates."
"Well," Clare flashed a devilish grin. "We'll just have to make sure you're not stressed anymore."
"Oh yeah? How do you propose WE do THAT, Ms. Edwards?"
"I think you'll like it, Mr. Goldsworthy." When Eli opened his mouth to speak, Clare seized the opportunity and attacked it, quickly slipping her tongue next to his. A sound of surprise rose from Eli's throat, making Clare giggle. She deepened the kiss, and before she knew what she was doing, her legs were on either side of Eli's hips as she straddled him.
Eli's doctor prepared to enter the room, but when he saw what his patient was doing, he opted to come back later. After all, it seemed he was getting the best kind of medicine.
A/N: Ok, I HATE Kesha, I honestly think some moronic record executive just went to a college campus and handed a mike to the drunkest blonde there and told her to have at it. However, one of her song's fit this chapter, so its name became the title.
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