Here's the last of the alphabet drabbles! Took me long enough eh? ;)
I hope you like them, they were certainly fun to write.
This is dedicated to all my readers.
O - Oath: 241 words - [I kinda wanted an explanation of how Eli and Jake became friends on the show, so I hope this filled in some plot :)]
X - X-Mas: 269 words - Sorry! (though I hope the fluff made up for it)
Z - Zipper: 206 words - I'm terrible at following my own rules, haha.
Anyways, enjoy :) And I don't own.
O - Oath
-x-
"So..." Jake grunted.
"So...?" Eli answered back just as gruffly.
"You're going to be good to her?"
Eli's jaw clenched. Clare was getting ready upstairs and this was looking a lot like an ambush.
"Yes. I promise."
The brown-haired teen tightened his fists on the other side of the table from the raven-haired one.
"Eli, she's my sister-"
"She's my girlfriend."
"She's her own person, above anything."
Jake had eluded to this particular conversation a couple of times, but they'd never let it boil over. An ex-boyfriend-now-brother, and another ex-boyfriend-now-lover had been too messy.
The two teens looked at each other. Two boys, with nothing in common - friends, by some cosmic joke, bound together by one girl - came to an understanding that very moment.
"I know we're friends now, but-"
"Oh, we're friends now?" Eli smirked.
"Don't be a little bitch," Jake grinned in return.
Then Clare decided to bound down the stairs. "Ready?" she smiled, kissing Eli's cheek.
"Ready," he answered. The two made their way outside, Clare waving her brother goodbye.
And the two boys looked at each other. Their friendship had been held together by one girl, built because they had no other choice, sure to crumble if the girl was gone - so when they felt like they didn't owe each other any longer, they stayed friends instead.
"So...Katie?" Eli laughed, before Jake could throw his food at him.
V - Vendetta
-x-
She told him she hated coffee. But she tried it once at his gentle suggestion and found she loved the vanilla/pumpkin one. Just a little bit.
She told him she hated drinking. But she tried it once at his gentle suggestion and found she loved Smirnoff Ice. Just a little bit.
She told him she hated smoking. But she tried it once at his gentle suggestion and found she loved the ashy burn in her lungs. Just a little bit.
She told him she hated him. But she tried him once at his gentle suggestion, and found that she loved his red mouth on hers. Just a little bit.
He wondered if he'd tell their children that she fell in love with what she hated. Or if she hated what she fell in love with. Just a little bit.
X - X-Mas
-x-
"You've got to be fucking kidding me," was his immediate response when he saw the little black Husky bouncing up and down in their foyer, barking loudly.
"But Eli," Clare practically begged, "look at that face! It's so cute and-"
"No," he repeated.
"It was wandering all alone on the street, what was I supposed to do?"
"I hate dogs," he growled.
"Eli-"
"No."
"Eli?" she called from the doorway, seeing him peek out the front door window. "It's 1 in the morning-"
"I know," he sighed, running a hand through his messy hair. "I was just checking if anyone came by..."
She walked over to him, wrapped in one of his sweaters, and attached herself to his side. "Don't worry," she murmured.
"I'm not worried," he snapped. "I hate that dog. Stupid thing has to run away two days before Christmas Eve."
"Alright, Grinch," Clare smiled. "Let's go to bed."
He'd put flyers up the night she brought it home. No way were they keeping it. But when nobody came to claim the mutt, and it somehow nuzzled right next to his heart without him noticing, they might as well keep it right?
But now they were back to square one: flyers up Christmas Eve.
And the next morning as the two lovers made their way downstairs, Eli swearing he never cared for the thing anyway, he was the first of the two to bound to the door when he saw their dog's face pressed against the living room window.
"Stupid mutt," he laughed, hoisting the pup into his arms. "Aren't you, girl? Eh Cin, eh Cinnamon?"
Z - Zipper
-x-
"So what's the guy's name again?"
"Dallas," she answered sharply, adjusting her dress as she peeked around the corner. "And be quiet."
"If I don't, will you promise to make me?" he smirked, his voice low as he pushed up against her to check their parameters.
"I swear to God-" she began, but was interrupted by the arrival of two security guards.
They had about ten seconds.
"Okay, we've got two options to escape this heist alive. Quick, hit me."
She gaped at him. "What?!"
"We don't have time to argue. We've got the diamond, we have to-oh fuck it." He grabbed her arm and hoisted her body against his, and before she had time to react, his mouth was on hers.
The blonde security guard cleared his voice loudly.
"Oh shit, sorry." Eli managed, pulling his hand out of Clare's dress, and looking to the guards. "Bebe I told you this was a bad idea."
"I'm so embarrassed," she giggled, acting coy and attaching herself to Eli as they were escorted out.
-x-
"Option two: you should've just hit me," he rasped in her ear, fixing the zipper at the back of her dress.
He was lucky they were in such a public place.
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