A/N: HAPPY VALENTINES DAY EVERYONE! Or in my case, Singles' Awareness Day. But no matter. In order to satisfy my fans(and make up for the lack of romance in my life...what? I didn't say anything) I wrote the rest of the Valentines Eclare oneshot. I HOPE YOU GUYS LIKE IT!

All We Need is Love

Part 2

Eli pulled up to my house and put Morty in park. He glanced over at me and smiled, his jade green eyes sparkling.

"I'll pick you up at four?" He asked, confirming.

"Yeah you will," I replied with a smile. Leaning over, I kissed Eli's cheek. He pouted.

"My lips feel neglected," he said in a little kid voice. I laughed.

"Sorry Eli. They're going to keep feeling neglected until four." He sighed exasperatedly. "Alright. I suppose my lips can survive until then." He leaned over and whispered into my ear, "don't forget to wear something sexy." He nipped at my earlobe before pulling back, a smirk on his lips.

"How could I forget?" I opened the door and stepped out of Morty. "See you later Eli."

"Bye Clare." I shut the door and walked up the steps to my front porch, waving to Eli as he drove off.

I smoothed out my black skinny jeans and straightened my pink tie that I had bought solely for this occasion. You would never catch me dead wearing a pink tie otherwise. I tucked my black button down partially into my jeans and stared at myself in the mirror.

"Calm down Elijah," I muttered to myself. Taking a deep breath and exhaling sharply, I grabbed Morty's keys and headed downstairs to the kitchen. I grabbed the things I had made for the Valentines picnic I had planned for Clare and I out of the fridge and placed them in the picnic basket my mom had given me. I closed the lid and headed out the door.

After placing the picnic basket in the back of Morty and out of sight, I drove to Clare's and parked in front of her house. Stepping outside, I walked up to her front door, ringing the doorbell. My mouth dropped when she opened the door and I saw what she was wearing.

It was a vintage dress that was like tank top on the top and skirt on the bottom. The top was red, showing a bit of cleavage, and the skirt-ish portion was white with red flowers adorning the bottom. As always, it hugged her curves in all the right places and she wore a white cropped jacket over her dress, a thin white headband placed in her hair.

"Clare," I whispered. She gave me a small smile. "I know I said wear something sexy, but this is making me want to tear that dress off of you."

"Eli!" She cried, slapping my arm. I laughed.

"I'm kidding. But you do look beautiful," I said as I placed a kiss on her cheek. "It's just a vintage eco-friendly Valentines day dress," she murmured, looking down at her ballet flats.

"That doesn't mean it looks any less flattering on you." She smiled and took my hand, intertwining our fingers.

"Thanks Eli. You look great too." She gasped dramatically, cupping a hand over her mouth. "A pink tie? I'd never thought I'd live to see the day where you wear the color pink." I smirked.

"Only for you Clare." We both smiled. "Come on," I said, gently tugging her out of her house. "Let's go." She grabbed the doorknob and closed it behind her.

"Alright," she said, stretching up to kiss my cheek. "Let's go."

Clare bit into a heart-shaped sandwich(I know, how creative), and chewed slowly, me watching her face as she did so.

"Mmmm," she said, contemplating. "I give you an A-"

"Woah woah woah. An A minus?" I asked, feigning surprise. "I'll have you know, I worked hard on these sandwiches."

"Really?" Clare asked, raising an eyebrow. "How long did it take you to cut them like this? Half an hour?" I poked her side and she squeaked.

"Ha-ha, funny." I retorted.

"I'm kidding Eli, it's really good. Thanks for taking the time to do this," She said with a smile, snuggling closer to me.

"Of course. Anything for my favorite blue-eyed girl." I kissed the top of her head and we sat there against the tree trunk in silence for a while. It was fairly warm for a February afternoon, nearly 60 degrees. I drew my lips into a line and turned to Clare. "Clare, there's something I have to tell you." She looked up at me, confusion in her icy blue eyes.

"Go ahead."

"Well-ah-I didn't get you anything for Valentines Day. But I sort of feel like Valentine's Day is overrated." She raised an eyebrow. "I mean, not necessarily overrated," I stuttered, correcting myself. "It's just, somebody made up a day for boyfriends to treat their girlfriends like princesses."

"What's wrong with that?" Clare asked.

"Nothing. It's just that I think they should treat their girlfriends like princesses everyday, not just one day out of the year. So to me, this isn't really a special day besides the fact that I get to spend it with you. And if I decide to buy you something, I want it to be a surprise; spontaneous. I don't want you to be expecting it just because it's February 14th." I sighed, finally finishing my rant. I stared at Clare, waiting for her to say something.

"And that's why I love you," she whispered, throwing her arms around me and kissing me hard.

Ah Valentines Day.

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