Someone asked me calm down on the smut, so I shall give you a few smut-free chapters. Much love.

Clare's P.O.V;

I was lying on my bed, getting into a new book. I finished Juliet, Naked and I just can't seem to get into another book. After reading the same sentence again for the fifth time I sighed and closed the book. I missed Eli already. I'm getting so attached to him, even more attached than usual; must be because we are intimate now. I sighed again and scratched my nails up and down my thighs; something I do when I'm anxious. I was brought up from my thoughts by my mom knocking at the door.

"May I come in?" My mom asked softly.

"Sure," I watched her cross the room and sit next to me.

"What do you see in him?" My jaw dropped, I couldn't believe she just asked me that. I thought my mom had changed, become understanding; now Dad is back and she's back to being that royal bitch she really is.

"Everything about him, I love him; get over it." I jumped from my bed and began pacing.

"Well, your Father and I do not want you two together. Having sex is not responsible." I glared at her as she continued, "It's us, your parents, or him."

My arms crossed over my chest, was she really making me choose. I would never choose the one that is giving me the ultimatum. "I choose him, Mom."

My dad walked in at that moment and intervened, "Then pack a suitcase, and get out. We are not going to tolerate you two having sex under this roof every time we are not around."

"What!" I stared at him in disbelief.

"You heard me Clare. Now!" Tears started falling from my face as I grabbed one of my bags. I threw in some clothes, a few books, my phone and laptop charger, and lastly my laptop. I grabbed my keys and stormed out the door, yelling good-bye over my shoulder, as harshly as I could.

I started walking, trying to get as far away as I could before I called Eli. I reached a bench a few blocks over and reached into my pocket to get my phone, "Shit!" I exclaimed.

I must have forgotten it in such a rush. I can't go back and get it, too much hassle. I started to cry, it getting worse and worse as time passed. People walked by giving me worried looks but just kept walking.

I heard a familiar voice after some time, "Clare?"

I sniffled, as I rubbed my eyes. "Adam?"

I felt his weight on the bench as he sat next to me and wrapped his arms around me. "Are you okay?"

"I got kicked out for loving Eli." I started to sob again, this time on Adams arm.

"Have you called Eli?" He was rubbing my back, as I continued sobbing.

I couldn't form words, I just shook my head. He pulled out his phone and started dialing, "Hey Bro, I have Clare with me. Call me back when you can."

"Come on, Clare. Let's go to my house, Eli isn't answering right now." I nodded, grabbed my bag and let Adam guide me to his house

After Adam argued with his Mother for what seemed like forever, I was aloud in his room. My eyes were sore from all the crying, I couldn't stand rubbing them anymore. Adam let me lay down while he tried calling Eli again; again with no answer. I sighed, suddenly really tired; all the crying must have worn me out.

The last thing I remember is Adam pulling covers over me, and saying sweet dreams. I awoke and I felt someone next to me, must be Adam. It felt good to wake up next to someone; I didn't want to be alone.

I was feeling chilly despite the blanket on me; I hesitantly scooted closer to his back. He made a few noises and then he was silent again. I fell back asleep to Adam's breathing.

"Clare, Eli's on the phone. Wake up." I groaned and sat up. Adam had the phone extended.

"Hello?" I asked groggily.

"Clare, baby. Are you okay?"

"Eli" I sighed in relief. His voice made my heart speed up, I instantly felt a little better.

"I miss you." He said, a little sad.

"Can you come see me?"

"I'm coming back from my Grandmother's funeral now; I should be back in town soon. I love you. I'll call Adam when I am on my way."

"Okay, I love you too." I said a little sad, "I hope your okay, taking the funeral and all."

"I'm okay." He said matter-of-fact.

"I love you, Elijah."

"I love you more, Clare. I'll see you later." He sighed.

"Bye."

The line went dead and I sat there, still not quite awake. I rolled out of bed and excused myself to the bathroom to change. I stared into the mirror. I didn't look like myself; I looked sick, sad and depressed. A knock at the door snapped me out of my criticizing fit.

"Yeah?"

"Your Dad is here to see you…" Adam said quietly, I opened the door abruptly and ran downstairs.

"How did you know I was here?" I asked.

"No one answered at Eli's." I nodded and waited for him to continue. He looked upset, "Darcy is sick, really sick. We are going to fly to Kenya to see her; we wanted to know if you would like to come with us."

Tears welled in my eyes, and I nodded. "We we're planning on going on the next flight. We will be there a week or so, you want to come home and pack?"

I turned to Adam who was standing in the kitchen, watching over me. "Thank you for letting me stay here, I'm going to go see my sister. Let Eli know I love him and I'll be back soon."

He nodded and disappeared upstairs. He appeared a few minutes later with my bag. "Anytime you need me I'm here." I hugged him hard, telling him thank you again. I took the bag from him and he closed the door behind us as we walked to my dad's car.