Okay, second to last chapter! Ahhh! Well this is a kind short, chapter. But I feel like you guys are going to love the final chapter! :D This chapter is called "Perfect" by Hedley. So sorry for the short pathetic chapter. But you'll love the next one. Now READ, REVIEW, and ENJOY!
Eli walked into the music room, where Clare was running her fingers delicately on the cymbals of the drum set before her. She stared at the set until she felt his presence staring at her. She spun around to see Eli leaning against the trim of the doorway. No one smiled, they both stayed silent. She turned away from him.
He shut the door and said walking slowly up to her, but keeping his distance. "I liked your poem." No reply. "But…"She turned her head a bit, but still faced away. "You left before I could read mine."
He handed her a folded piece of paper, which she managed to turn almost all the way around to grab. She unfolded it to see it was "The Wizard" by Karl Fuchs. And before she could even start reading, Eli was already saying it out loud with an honest seldom tone.
"There's a story told of a wizard
Who, for money, would cast a spell,
And I'm sure that you met this wizard,
And you, his wares he did sell.
What else can explain how your smile
Can make my heartbeat roar,
Or how your look slows my breathing,
While causing my spirits to soar.
I'm sure that you and this wizard
Conspired to control my brain,
For I'm always thinking about you-
Feeling happy and slightly insane.
Now I hope I meet that same wizard,
For I'd give him all of my gold,
To make you want to stay with me,
And share happiness as we grow old."
Clare, was biting her lip to hold back her tears. She was blown away. She looked down at the paper. "Even though you didn't pay a cent to be with me like in this poem."
He reached for her hands, "But what I'm saying is, I'd spend it all back and more to be with you. Or at least receive your forgiveness." Clare looked at the drums again. "I promise. I'm going to pay everyone back as soon as I have the money."
She slid her hands from his, sitting on the stool next to the drums. "You promised to teach me."
Eli furrowed his brows and looked down at her innocent face with a hint of happiness hidden in her eyes. He grabbed two sticks, handing them to her. Then straddling the stool behind her, rested his arms next to hers and held her hands with the sticks. He guided her hands to lightly drum the snare, and before he could move her hand over; she resisted. "Why? Why'd you do it?"
Eli sighed, lowering his arms. "Because I was a dumbass. I was a no life dude, depressed over his dead ex-girlfriend. I drove a hearse that broke down constantly. Back then if some kids offer me some money to do something, it would have probably taken it. But…then you fell into the picture." Clare looked back at him. "And you changed my entire world."
Clare grabbed his neck and pulled his face toward hers. Deeply kissing each other for a moment. When she pulled away she then said, "But you know you can't read me a poem and teach me the drums every time you screw up though."
Eli stood up, pulling her to her feet. "Yeah I know. But there's also guitar, bass, maybe I'll even teach you the recorder and write you a haiku." He joked, and she slapped his arm with the drum sticks. They both laughed before Eli pulled her back into a passionate kiss.
Yeah, I know. I lil weird. Doesn't make much sense. But it's a romance. Does any romance stories make any sense? haha well. Sad day, because I'm posting the final chapter and this one at the same time. So there will be no more "Taming Of Clare Edwards" :( Well I've loved writing for you guys. Now go read the final chapter! "*(^_^) ~Eli