CLARE'S POV

Something I thought I would never see, my mother in a Hearse, Eli and my mom showed up and went inside with a sad Adam following behind. After idle chit chat and small talk, my mother was led to Mrs. Torrez's study. This left Adam, Drew, Eli, and I sitting in the living room. Eli had his arm around my shoulders as we sat on the love seat. Adam was on the floor with Drew on the recliner.

"So is your mom okay with you staying at my house?" Eli whispered in my ear. His voice was deep and sexy.

"I haven't asked yet," I answered truthfully.

"Well you better hurry up. I want to get you home where you are safe and we still have to go get your stuff at your house. Although you could wear some of my clothes wile yours are in the wash, I don't think you would want to." Wow, Eli is so perfect.

"Good idea, but we are my mom's chauffer." I wish we could just get to his house. All I wanted was to kiss him until he died. Not liter-ally of course.

About thirty minuets later, after Eli impressing me on Guitar Hero, and a little PDA, my mom came out of Mrs. Torrez's study. We got in the car, and I got in the back, because it freaks my mom out and even though I don't like it that much, it's okay because I can be right behind Eli and play with his hair. We pulled into my driveway; we realized my dad still wasn't home, which was best, and Eli got out and opened my door for me. My mom got out so fast; Eli didn't have time to open her door.

"Here we are," my mom said.

"Hey, mom?" I asked wearily as I opened the front door. "Can I stay at Eli's house until it was okay to come home?" I averted eye contact. In the house, everything was as I left it. It scared me, to see how peaceful it was, when just the other day there had been so much caose. Eli must have sensed my mood, because he came overt to me and put his arm around my waist and pulled me close. Making my head lean on his arm. He planted a kiss on the top of my head.

"Hm . . ." my mom said. I almost forgot she was there; she was looking at me and Eli. I think she saw how protective Eli was. " I see how much you care for each other and I know that you will take good care of my daughter, Eli. So I will grant you permission. I trust you, don't mess it up." She sounded like our principle.

"We won't. I like your daughter a lot and I am going to make sure she is safe," Eli said without a hint of sarcasm.

"Clare, why don't you and Eli get what you need for Eli's house," my mom ordered. I walked across the room with Eli on my waist and grabbed my pink laptop; Eli slid it into its case. He led the way up the stairs and into my room. My mom went to hers.

"She really trusts you, if it were K.C. she would have freaked, then bathed me in holy water," I said. Eli laughed. I was only partly joking. I grabbed two different suit cases from my closet, handed one to Eli, and kept the other for myself. I pointed him to my bookshelf and he began to put things in the bag that he thought I would want. I went to my drawers and put my clothes and such into my bag. We worked like this in silence for a few minuets then walked around the room filling up the suit cases.

"Eli, what about school tomorrow?" I asked. The weekend had gone by quickly.

"No one will ask, Clare, and if they do –"I cut him off.

"Please don't say that you will handle it, that makes me nervous," I said. Eli pulled me close and said, "Okay, I won't say it." I am falling really deep for this boy, and I hope I won't regret it.

* AUTHOR'S NOTE- I have composed playlists for Clare, Adam, and Eli. I will post them somewhere on my profile if you review and tell me you would like to see them. There will be anywhere from 10 to 20 songs on each. I listen to the songs while I write, and have composed them into playlists. There will be 2 for Adam named "depressed" and "Adam". Clare will have the 2 called "Clare" and "favorite Paramore hits". Eli has the 2 labeled "Eli" and "Top 20 Best Punk Rock Songs of All Time". Thank you again – Madam Goldsworthy.

ADAM'S POV

"How are you, Adam?" Drew asked as he came into my bedroom. I was lying on my bed, listening to my iPod in its speakers. My iPod is black and I played my "depressed" playlist. I think you can guess what kind of songs are on it.

"I'm . . . fine," I replied. "Pain" by Three Days Grace came on the speakers.

Pain, without love.

Pain, can't get enough.

Pain, I like it rough,

Cause I'd rather feel

Pain than nothing at all.

"No you aren't, have you hurt yourself?" Drew asked in a small voice. He walked over the edge of my bed.

"No, Drew, I haven't, you can trust me. I feel empty, not hurt. I like Clare a lot, but all I want is for her to be happy, after everything that her dad did to her and her mom, I figured Eli was the only one who could make her happy," I said the words carefully and slowly, as if they were a different language and I didn't want to say the wrong thing on accident. Drew came and sat on the bed, next to where my elbow was.

"Then why ate you listening to such depressing music?" Drew was so different from me that I didn't expect him to understand. I would normaly go to Eli, but since hes part of the problem, I couldn't go to him for obvious reasons.

"The playlist is called 'depressed' for a reason," I sat up and pressed pause on my iPod.

"Come play Guitar Hero with me," Drew said. It was more of a command than an invitation. Obediently, I got up and off the bed, fixing my hat. Drew looked at me, but didn't say anything, knowing I'm fragile. Shrugging, I left the room, closing the door and not looking back.

*AUTHOR'S NOTE- hey i have no idea where to go from this and whos perspective. i can't write with writers block. please review and tell me what you think i should do. i need inspiration! we have all been through really tough writers block! help me! and tell me what you think so far and what seems confusing to you. please tell me through review or message. thanks! -Madam Goldsworthy*