Chapter 14- The Questions Game
THIS ONE IS ALL FROM ELI'S POV.
Clare left a short while later. Words can't even described how much better I felt. To be able to know Clare was mine, was the greatest gift anyone could have given me. And I knew from here on out, that things were going to be much much better. Once again, the cartoon rain cloud hanging over my head, raining down on me, was lifted.
I spent the rest of the day watching TV. I hated hospitals, so I was anxious to get out of here, or at least to see Clare again. She had promised me she'd be back first thing in the morning, but that seemed like forever away. At around 9:00 that night, a nurse came in and put something that would help me fall asleep in my IV. Then I happily drifted off to sleep.
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I woke up groggily the next morning. I was exhausted even though I had slept soundly, but the sleeping drug was probably still in my system.
"He's alive!" Adam said.
Clare walked into the room with two styrofoam coffee cups and handed one to Adam as she sipped the other one. She smiled at me.
"Hey, how are you feeling?" she asked, as she sat down next to Adam.
"Tired." I chuckled.
"Oh, do you want us to leave then?" she asked.
Was she kidding? "No!" I sat up, which took most of my energy.
She put the coffee cup on the table next to my bed. "I brought Adam too."
I nodded. "I see that."
"Hey bro." he waved.
I rolled my eyes and laughed, and imitated his wave and waved back.
"I'd punch you right now, but that's probably not a good idea." Adam said laughing.
I laughed and tried to adjust my pillow. The IV and lack of energy basically restrained me from doing so though.
Clare got up and came over and adjusted the pillow.
"Better?" she asked.
"Very." I grinned. Clare smiled and leaned down and kissed me quickly.
"Ew." Adam said.
Clare grabbed one of the extra pillows that was above my bed and chucked it at him. Dang, she fiestier then I remembered.
Adam caught the pillow before it could hit him in the face. Clare reached for another one.
"Don't start a pillow fight!" I said. They both laughed.
Adam stood up. "Well, I better get going. I got to get to work soon."
"Work?" me and Clare both asked in unison. We then looked at each other and laughed.
"Yeah, my parents made me get a job. You're looking at the new custodian at McDonald's." he said.
Me and Clare started laughing. "Custodian?" she asked.
"Yup. I had to take an 8 hour training course for it yesterday." he said.
"A training course? To learn what? The custodial arts?" I said, me and Clare burst into a fit of laughter again.
"Shut up you two." Adam said.
"We're just kidding." Clare said, as she stopped laughing.
"Yeah yeah. Well, feel better Eli. See you Clare." he said as he left.
Clare sat down on the edge of my bed.
"Let's talk." she said.
"About what?" I asked.
"Everything. How'd you sleep last night?"
"Fine. They gave me some sleeping drugs."
"I wish I had some of those." she mumbled.
Then I noticed the dark circles under her eyes. She was paler then normal, and her eyes were sort of bloodshot.
"Woah, why aren't you getting any sleep?" I asked.
"I can't stand my dad and his girlfriend's house. I have to sleep on the couch every night and I can never get a good night's sleep there."
"I wish you could move back in with me. But it's probably not a good idea." I said.
"Why not?" she asked.
"My mom's back from vacation and she came back a whole new person. And not in a good way. My mom's a complete drunk." I said,
"Oh." she said, as she intertwined her fingers with mine.
"It sucks. I wish she would go back on vacation." I said.
She frowned in a sympathetic way."What about your dad?"
"Even worse. They're both drunks." I said.
She frowned. "I'm sorry."
"Not your fault." I said.
She looked into my eyes for a few seconds. Then she gently touched the swollen area where the stiches were on my face. I winced. She quickly pulled her hand away.
"Sorry." she said.
"Nah, it's fine."
We sat in silence for a few minutes. I patted the spot next to me and Clare came and sat beside me.
"Let's ask each other questions." she said, breaking the silence.
I chuckled. "Questions?"
"Yeah. I'll ask you any question and you have to answer honestly, and vice versa. So I'll go first." she paused. "What's your favorite color?"
"Blue." I blurted out.
"Blue?" she asked. "I would have thought it was-"
"Black?" I finished for her.
"Uh yeah." she said.
"Black's cool, but your eyes are blue." I said.
She blushed. I missed making her blush like that.
"Okay your turn." she said.
"What's your favorite color?" I asked.
"Green." she said.
I smirked. "Why? Because my eyes are green?"
"Exactly." she smiled. "My turn. Hmm, when's your birthday?"
"March 9th." I said. "When is your birthday?"
"Stop stealing my questions." she smiled. "June 11th."
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We spent the next few hours playing the Questions game. It progressed from simple questions to bigger questions. I found out that her sister Darcy was on a mission trip in Kenya, and that Clare was a frequent Church-goer. I also found out that Clare had a purity ring, and that she wrote Twilight fan fiction (which I laughed to myself about.)
"Are you Team Edwin or Team Jacob?" I asked when it was my turn, smirking.
"It's EDWARD." she said. "And I'm Team Edward."
"Is that one the vampire?" I asked.
"Hey, it's my turn!" she said. "What is your biggest pet peeve?"
"Wanna-be's. Now answer my last question."
"Yes, that one is the vampire. Now, why do you drive the hearse?"
"I'm obsessed with death." I said.
She smacked me. "No, seriously!"
"My grandpa ran a funeral business and when he died he gave it to my family so my parents gave it to me." I said.
She nodded. "Okay, your turn."
"Why are you Team EdWIN." I said, just to bug her.
"EDWARD!" she yelled. I laughed. "And because he was waiting for someone like Bella for decades, and so his heart is huge even though he doesn't technically have one."
I smirked. "Oh yeah? Well, I'm Team Jacob so what are you gonna do about it?" I laughed.
She smacked me again. Then I heard the door open. I looked over Clare's shoulder. I groaned in horror.
My parents walked in, keeping their distance from each other. It took everything in me not to grab the radio off the table next to me and hurl it at them.