Just to make things clear, K.C. likes Clare. Clare does not, I repeat, does NOT like K.C. back. I don't want people thinking that there's any Klare in here, it's a one-sided crush. Clare doesn't like K.C., she sees him as a friend.

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"Here, have some hot chocolate?"

K.C. handed Clare a mug of hot chocolate. Clare accepted cautiously, a confused look on her face. "Hot... Chocolate?"
The brown-haired young man nodded. "Yeah... Hot chocolate... Haven't you ever tasted it?"

Clare shook her head, setting the mug down and wrapping the blanket that K.C. gave her around herself more tightly. "Aw... That sucks. Your parents must have banned sweets in your house." Clare nodded absently. K.C. noticed."Something on your mind, beautiful?"

The petite girl shook her head in response. "Well, try the hot chocolate. I'm sure you'll like it." Clare nodded and took a sip of the hot drink. She smiled. K.C. grinned. "I knew you'd like it! So..." He leaned on close to her face. "You have a boyfriend or something?"

"I... I don't know..." She thought of Eli, and frowned. This strange feeling in my heart... It hurts... Thinking of Eli...

She grew sad again as she remembered what Eli did to her earlier. K.C.'s smile disappeared. "You don't know...? So it's that kind of relationship, huh? You're just fuck buddies, or you're just a friend with benefits, and you want more than that?"

"Fuck? What's that?"

K.C. turned a bright red. "Um... You don't know what that means? I'm sorry. You must have had a sheltered life, and..." He scratched his head. "Of course, you're not that kind of girl, you're too innocent-looking." Clare burst into tears. She couldn't handle it anymore. She didn't like lying. Why couldn't she just tell him the truth? K.C.'s eyes widened and he began to panic.

"Did I say something wrong? I'm sorry, I talk first without thinking."

She shook her head and continued to sob. He kneeled down in front of her, taking her hands. "What's wrong then?"

"I... I don't have a family..."

"Oh... Then... What did you run away from? A boyfriend or something?"

"I guess... I guess he is my boyfriend... But he doesn't want us to go public."

"Ah..." K.C. frowned. "What a jerk. Why wouldn't he want to go public? You're a pretty girl, he'd be lucky to show you off. Why doesn't he want anyone else to know you're together?" Clare sniffed. "It's... 'Complicated', he said." K.C. scoffed. "Well, forget him. You can stay here as long as you like."

"Clare?! Where are you? Please come out, I'm sorry!"

Eli frantically ran through the dark, quiet streets, trying to find Clare. He was very worried and regretted that he yelled at Clare and he regretted saying all those things to her. He finally gave up after a few minutes of searching, and collapsed against a wall.

He grabbed his head as tears ran down his cheeks. Why did he have to yell at Clare? And what was with his sudden angry outburst? He only wanted what was best for her, for them. He wished she could understand that. He shouldn't have yelled at her. She was an angel, she was innocent, she didn't understand.

He shouldn't have lost control.

"Hey... Are you alright?"

Eli looked up and frowned. Imogen Moreno stood in front of him, wearing a huge black trench coat and a pair of dark skinny jeans. Her hair was in pigtails and she wore huge glasses.

"Are you alright, Eli?"

Eli didn't respond, just stared at her and waited for her to go nuts and grab him or something. Imogen sighed. "I'm not here to fangirl over you or go nuts... Like I usually do... "

"Then what do you want?" He snapped, clenching his fists. She kneeled down in front of him. "I'm here to help you, Eli."

"Help me with what?"

"With Clare."

Eli's heart wrenched at the mention of the angel's name. He frowned. "How do you know her name? Have you been stalking me?"

"No..." Imogen scoffed. "Fiona told me." Eli shook his head. Trust Fiona to blab about Clare. Imogen put a hand on Eli's knee. His whole body when rigid at the contact. Imogen sighed and withdrew her hand. "Listen, I don't... I don't like you anymore."

"How can I tru-"

Imogen held up a hand. "Shut up and listen." Eli growled, but complied. "I realized... i realized I don't like you. It was just silly infatuation. And it's unfair putting Fiona through my whole "Eli-obsession". So... I spent a day alone in my room, thinking. And I realized... I don't like you anymore. I never did. I only liked your appearance, and the fact that you're a writer. And my admiration got out of hand and..." She sighed. "I'm sorry."

She took in a deep breath. "What I truly liked, was your literature. And I realized, deep in my heart, that I only pursued because of your writing. Makes sense?"

Eli shook his head, awed. "I know. Anyway, that's when I stopped. That day alone in my room. I love Fiona, I don't want to hurt her anymore. I always loved Fiona while I pursued you, but I was ignorant of her feelings. As stupid as it sounds, as stupid as it is, I didn't know I was hurting her feelings till that day. The day I decided to be alone." She smiled. "Do you forgive me? Can we be friends?"

"Alright... But isn't... Isn't she dating Anya Macpherson?"

"Nah... She isn't she only said that to you because she was angry at me at the time. But w'ere all good now. As I was saying earlier, I wanna help you." She stood up, then helped him up. Eli shoved his hands in his pockets, nodding. "I know that Clare is underage, but I don't care. True love is true love. I was gonna apologize to you earlier in your apartment. That's when I heard you yelling and then your door opened and Clare ran out, then you came out, chasing after her."

"You were there?"

"Yeah... You guys didn't notice. Anyway, I heard what you said to Clare. There were hints about her not being human. " Eli's heart began to pound at her words. She knows... She suspects... Imogen raised an eyebrow. "What is she, Eli? I heard you say she's an angel. Is that true?"

"You must think I'm nuts. That angels aren't-"

"I believe you, Eli. I believe in angels and stuff. I know they're real. Falling in love with an angel, an underage one, is forbidden, but who gives a crap? I don't." She frowned. "You shouldn't have yelled at her, and called her those stuff, Eli. But that's why I'm here. To help you win her back."

"You'd really help me? How? I don't even know where she is..."

"We'll find her. Tomorrow. Just give me a call." She took out a piece of paper and a pen and began to write her number down. "I'm sure she's around here somewhere." She handed the paper to Eli. "Go home, and don't worry, this is a friendly neighborhood. I'm sure someone nice took her in for the night."

"How do you know?"

"I just know. Trust me." She began to walk away. "Imogen, wait." She turned around. "Yes?"

"Thanks."

"No prob. You guys are cute! So adorable! I'm so gonna ship you!"

"You're gonna what?" Eli looked blank.

"See ya tomorrow, Eli." She smiled and headed home. Eli smiled as he walked away. Imogen found a new obsession, a good one this time. She obviously loved the idea of him and Clare together, loved him and Clare as a couple, together. He was glad Imogen didn't like him anymore, glad that she wanted to be friends. He had a feeling she and Clare would be best friends once they meet.

Clare.

He would win Clare back. He would make their relationship public. He didn't care if people disapproved of their relationship, as long as he had her. His Clare. His angel. His love.

So I decided to make Imogen a protagonist, she'd make a good friend for Eli and Clare. This last bit, there was no Imogeli in there. None. Just friendship, that's all. There was no romance or anything like that at all. Eli and Imogen are just friends. FRIENDS. That's it. There will be Fimogen in the next chapter to prove that. I mean you read this, didn't you? And there was no Imogeli in it. I made it clear Eli doesn't like her that way.

Thanks for reading.