Clare woke up, her vision blurred for a minute from the blinding sunlight streaming through the window. She looked around for a second, disoriented. Where was she? Black walls. Black walls, black walls. Oh! She sat up fast, looking everywhere for Eli, but then sank to the ground again when the blood rushed to her head. It felt like a truck had slammed into her brain.

"Ugh." She brought her hand up to her forehead, laying her cool palms against her burning skin.

"Whoa, there. Take it easy, you've been asleep for like twelve hours." Clare looked around and her gaze was met with Eli's signature smirk, green eyes and all.

"Twelve hours? Seriously? I never sleep that long." She sat up again, slowly this time, and was pleased that she wasn't met with a cement block slamming into her head this time. Eli shrugged.

"I don't know. We were watching . . . Twilight," He stopped and shuddered, laughing as she stuck out her tongue, "and bam, you were out."

"How did I get up here though?" She asked, confused. She ran her hand over the warm blanket that covered the bed and then looked down at the pillow and blankets on the floor.

"Oh, Eli, did you sleep on the floor? I'm so sorry; I didn't mean to fall asleep. I . . . I fell asleep! My parents are going to kill me!" Clare flopped back on the bed and groaned. Eli walked over and smoothed her hair down, looking amused.

"It's all right; I called them and told them that you fell asleep, and that you looked really tired. And that my parents were home. They don't need to find out that last part was a lie. And it's no big deal; the floor is nice and . . . clean. After all, you have been helping me get organized." Clare smiled weakly at him.

"Thanks." She looked around the room, noting how much different it looked during the day than at night. At night the darkness seemed to creep in, turning the room into one big shadow. During the day, the black walls seemed less harsh. Daylight seemed to take the edge off of everything in his room. She got up and stood next to him. "So, what happens now?" She said it impulsively, a rhetorical question. Almost a knee jerk reaction to the silence that had filled the room. He moved closer and brushed her hair behind her ear, smoothing out her bed head.

"Anything you want to happen. The world is at your fingertips." He gestured vaguely with his arm. She laughed, and he made a funny face, making her laugh even harder. Soon, she was sitting on the floor, clutching her sides. He kneeled down next to her, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips. He shook his head slowly, rocking back on his heels. The expression on his face was hard to determine. He looked indecisive, as if he wasn't sure what to do about something. His hand twitched towards her, like he wanted to bring it up to her face but changed his mind at the last second.

"Clare," He said quietly, and for the first time he spoke those three words, "I love you."

:) So, I don't know whether I should write Clare's reaction to this or another "I Love You" Situation. What do you guys think? Reviews=Updates