This is the second to last chapter. I'm really sorry, but very very soon I will have two new stories out. I will work on them at the same time because one is a regular story while the other is a story of one-shots.
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Eli's POV:
"Clare, I'm in love with you."
Everytime I was around Clare I wanted to say it so badly. I couldn't think about what we were talking about at the time. My heart raced at the thought of mentioning it to her when we were at school, on a date, or even just hanging out. We talked to each other about everything- me making comments in between, her answering, resulting in us kissing, man I was good at that-but I never told Clare what I liked about her. Scratch that- what I love about her.
She knew I wasn't good at expressing myself out loud, but I had so many sappy feelings inside I could write them on paper and be a famous poet.
Hey, that's not a bad idea...
I got out of bed where I had been thinking about all of this and went over to my computer. I opened up a writing program. I started writing. I couldn't believe how easy it all came. When I was writing for English, with Clare, it all came out sloppy and wordy. I never knew quite the right things to say. Maybe I just wasn't writing about the right things...
Like Clare.
It was a Saturday, so I had time to write. I had woken up at 10:00, and by the time I had written 10 poems t was 10:30. I read them over, smirking at myself.
I really should be a famous poet.
I called up Clare, bored. Not that she's my last resort for entertainment, but I'm just saying that when I did call her, I was bored. If I wasn't bored I would have called her anyway.
"Hey Eli! I was actually just about to call you."
"Miss me already, Edwards?"
"Eli, you're the one who called."
"Well, obviously I missed you."
I could feel her blushing over the phone.
"Stop blushing."
"You know me too well, Eli."
"Well, yeah. Anyway, wanna hang out or something?"
"Sure. Where?"
"You could come over my place."
"Okay. I 'll be over in about 20 minutes."
"I'll be here." I said. She giggled and hung up the phone.
20 minutes would be enough for me to get ready. I would take a five minute shower, dress in three minutes, brush my teeth in one...that left me a lot of time to straighten up my room.
I grabbed a towel and ran in my bathroom. I take pretty fast showers. All I care about is being clean, not being excessively clean.
In about five minutes I got out and looked through my drawers for a color I didn't usually wear.
Oh look, a gray (long sleeved) shirt. Hmm...I'll put a black short sleeved shirt over it.
What? I need black.
Clare's POV:
I got my bike and started heading to Eli's house. His real one, not his old one.
I wasn't sure what we would do, but we can always find something to talk about and we can always find something on television. Or, if we find neither, we can always, um, kiss a little?
Sorry. I just blush a lot.
It took me a while to ride to Eli's house, but when I got there I saw Eli looking through his bedroom window. I smirked and pretended not to notice.
He opened the door. "Hey."
"Hey." I stepped in the house and took it in. I had never been in Eli's house before, but it looked pretty normal.
"I have an idea!" I said.
"And what's that?" He answered, smirking and closing the door.
"We should play by the other person's personalities."
"Um..okay...that's kind of random."
"I know," I said, "But I want to say something really badly, and it sounds like something you would say."
"Sure." Eli sat down on the couch and tried to sit in a girly position. It wasn't working. I laughed and sat down next to him.
"So, Goldsworthy, I saw you looking out the window. Couldn't wait to see me, could you."
Eli sat there. Suddenly he stood up. "Ugh! This is so aggravating! I can't blush on command, Clare. And also, I'm not allowed to smirk. It's like a second nature to me. Can we stop?" He sat down again.
I giggled. "Okay. It's not easy to be me, is it, Eli?"
"Nope. But It would be kind of weird to be you, because then I would have to kiss myself to get satisfaction."
I looked at him. Then he admitted,
"That sounded so wrong."
"Very," I agreed and nodded.
"So," Eli started, "Since it would be weird for me to kiss myself, can I kiss you instead?"
Eli slid closer to me. He took my chin and pointed it towards his face. I blushed. Eli made sure not to close his eyes too soon this time, but we were interrupted by a voice I didn't know.
"Eli?"
He cursed under his breath and let go of me. "Yeah, mom?"
"Say 'yes,' Eli. Not yeah."
Eli rolled his eyes. "What is it, mom?"
"I was just going to go out food shopping, but then I saw we had a visitor."
Eli's POV:
My mom was eying Clare. It made me uncomfortable. She was practically judging my girlfriend right there, based on how she looked.
"This is Clare." I stood up, grabbing Clare's hand and pulling her up with me.
"Oh, yes." My mom looked at Clare again. "Eli's mentioned you a few times." Clare's cheeks reddened, but I didn't know what my mom was talking about. The only time I ever mentioned Clare was last week when we were awkwardly sitting at the breakfast table and I blurted out, "I have a girlfriend now. Her name is Clare." I didn't wait to see my mom's face and left to go to school.
"Come on, Clare lets go upstairs."
I grabbed her hand and was about to drag her up the stairs when my mom spoke.
"Eli, wait." I groaned and walked down the stairs again. I turned around.
"You can go upstairs, Clare." She left and went upstairs without a word.
"Yes, mom?" I said, avoiding her eyes.
"I want to talk. About how we never speak anymore." Well. This should be fun.
Clare's POV:
I walked upstairs. This was confusing. Eli was speaking awfully rude to his mother...
That was definitely not how I would talk to my mom in that situation. I walked in to what I assumed was Eli's room, because there was a sign on the door that said, "DO NOT COME IN."
So, obviously, I went in.
I had never really pictured Eli's room before, but if I had, this would be it. Except the bed wasn't a coffin...
Ha. I realized that that was from Twilight.
His bed was a normal wood color, but the bedding was all black, no exceptions. His carpet was gray and he had posters covering every inch of his walls. There was a black desk with a mac laptop on it. It was silver, so it didn't exactly clash with his room.
I sat down on the black chair that was next to the laptop. I pressed the power button and it said:
Eli's Computer
Password:_
What could Eli's password be? The first thing I tried was "Eli," but then I remembered the whole self-centered thing was fake.
I tried Dead Hand, Morty, Julia, and even Clare, but it wasn't any of them. He might have put a number or a bunch of random letters.
But if he did one of those, he probably would have written them down...
I checked the drawers and found a bunch of random papers and pictures. I was about to give up when I saw a post-it at the bottom. I grabbed it. It said,
pass- 5ND9FN4
I really didn't understand why people make passwords like that. What are the odds that someone's going to know the password to your computer if it's the name of your fish or something?
Not that my password is my goldfish's name...ha ha...
I put in Eli's password and it worked. The background was a picture of Adam, him, and I. I smiled at the memory. We had gone to the mall and went into one of those photo booth things. That was only a couple weeks before, and at the mall we had gotten a lot of stares. A guy all in black wearing eyeliner with his arm around a nice, innocent looking girl, and an awkward looking guy with a beanie.
Even I would stare.
Anyway, when the computer loaded I didn't know what to do on it, so I decided to be a stalker and look at what he had in his hard drive.
Would you call it a "stalker" if the person looking at everything is his girlfriend?
Probably.
There were a lot of documents in the document folder labeled, "poetry-," and then it had a number. They were labeled one to ten. I checked out the first one.
Every time I look
I think I'm going to drown
Every time those oceans
Stare me up and down
That's when I know I'm going to die
But then I realize that they're just eyes
I sat there for a few moments, my mouth gaping open.
Eli wrote...poetry?
That was the most un- Eli like thing in this room. His poetry.
Now back to the lines of the poetry. The oceans...were eyes...
Was he talking about my eyes?
I begged more poetry.
I read every single one up to 9. They were all amazing and after each one it got more clear that they were about me. I almost clicked on number 10 when I heard yelling downstairs.
"No, mom! You don't care! Ever since dad died you've been sulking around not caring if I went out till 4 in the morning. You just want to seem like a good parent!"
I heard Eli say something else, but he wasn't yelling anymore, so I couldn't hear. What I did hear was Eli coming upstairs. I quickly exited out of the writing program and shut down the computer.
He stormed into the room and slammed the door shut. He started pacing while rubbing his temples. I stood up.
"Are you okay?"
He spoke without looking up. "Yeah, I'm fine, don't worry about me." He sat on the bed.
"Eli, I don't know if you know this, but that's kind of impossible."
He looked up and smiled. He patted the seat next to him on the bed and I sat there. We laid down and turned to face each other.
"Leave it to you to make me feel better," Eli told me, staring into my eyes. I blushed. Eli probably thought that I blushed because of his comment, but actually I blushed because what he said reminded me of poem #5.
Eli then kissed me, and I think it was the best kiss we've ever shared. And it was for about 2 seconds. There was just so much meaning in one tiny, sweet, kiss. My heart pulsed and pulsed even faster when Eli retreated and showed me his eyes. It was like they had gotten brighter. And he said my eyes were pretty?
"Do you want to talk about your mom, or something?" I asked him.
He sighed and rolled over on his back. "I guess."
"So what's going on between you two?"
He turned his head to the side, looking at me with those eyes. He needed to use color contacts, because it wouldn't be cool if I fainted every time I saw his eyes.
"She used to be all cheery and stuff, but when my dad died she sorta went into a kind of depression. It's like when my dad died she got hit in the face by reality. Me? I tried to ignore it. I didn't want to go into another emo- state like I did with Julia. When she died, I had thoughts of joining her, but every time the thought came I was disgusted with myself. I'm not actually emo, you know."
"I know."
"I'm just a little interested in death, you know. It's no obsession, I just think about it sometimes like every normal person does."
I nodded.
"You didn't tell me about you and your mom's relationship, though."
"She got very distant, so I got very moody around her. I was distant when Julia died because I had nobody but my too-cheery mother who pretended she was sorry for me when she really thought I was too young to date. I wasn't in a blank state when my dad died because I had you." Eli blushed and looked away. "And, you know, I had Adam too."
"Why are you so out of character right now, Eli?"
"What do you mean?" He asked. For some reason, his lying was bad.
"You know, Eli, we rub off on each other a lot. Right now I'm smirking and smug, while you're blushing and nervous."
"Well then we should stop blushing and smirking. I'm trying to tell a story here!"
"Oh, yeah, right. Sorry. Go on."
He rolled his eyes and continued.
"So, I stopped talking to my mom often, and she stopped talking to me. She would only talk to me in certain situations, and I knew it was just because she wanted to act like a better parent to me. It was obvious, Clare, and don't tell me, 'maybe that's not true,' because it is."
'I wasn't going to ask, Eli. I trust you."
Eli kissed me again, this kiss ranking very close to our last on the amazing meter.
"Clare, you know that if you weren't here right now, the way I would be expressing my anger would be kicking my chair across the room. Kissing you is a way better choice to go with."
"Because you aren't violent towards your furniture?"
"Sure; lets go with that."
I smiled. I was having a pretty good time.
"Want to watch a movie?" Eli asked.
"Sure. Where are your DVD's?"
"Downstairs. My mom left already, but we'll watch in my room. It's much more comfortable."
I blushed. Eli smirked. We were back to normal. "I'm kidding, Clare. But we're still watching in here. I'll go find a movie."
I watched Eli go down the stairs and quickly went back on his computer while putting in the password. I opened up the documents and clicked on the 10th poem, the only one I hadn't read yet.
You show love with actions,
Not with words.
So if I say, "I love you,"
How would you know it was true?
But if I give you a flower
And I give you a kiss
While I say that you're beautiful
And buy you a gift
You would see it in my eyes
That my love was true.
But how could I not love such a kind hearted person?
How could I not love those big eyes of blue?
That is why I don't have to tell you,
Clare, I love you.
OH MY GOD! Clare found out! She read his poem! She knows he loves her! But does she love him back? Does she tell him she read it? Does Eli tell Clare that he loves her, in person? To find out, you have to read the last chapter!
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