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Disclaimer: Don't own any of the characters
Summery: Elle Bishop. Basically, all centered around her or people in love with her or friends with her. all one shots, all different people or situations.
A/N Request a couple if you want and i shall do my very best. This one is mroe about Claire i guess, i dont really like her but she and Elle have such a good friendship possibility.
"Don't you think that this is at least a little weird?"
Elle looked at Claire, raising an eyebrow at the younger girl's question.
"No," she answer truthfully and simply.
"But, Elle," Claire frowned thoughtfully, "We're sitting in a tree house, eating peanut and jelly sandwiches, we have no idea where we are or what we're doing here, if this is a dream then we're both dreaming it, i think, and the ice tea is running out, we're talking like old friends almost." Claire shook her blond head "None of this sounds strange or a little off to you?"
Elle mused on Claire's words, lips pursed. Then shook her head and smiled brightly.
"Oh," Claire muttered, her tone sarcastic, almost withering, "So i guess this is normal for you?"
"Pretty much," Elle grinned "Only, this is the first time you saw me"
Claire stared at Elle, confused and bewildered.
Could Elle get any crazier?
Even Claire didn't want to know the answer to that.
Elle saw the look on Claire's face and sighed sadly.
"You must have had dreams like this before, in a tree house by a lake, with someone either you can't see or won't talk to you, you must have!" Elle swizzled round to face Claire, her legs crossed Indian style. Looking into the younger teen's eyes, Elle tried to make Claire remember.
Claire didn't want to admit it. There had been one dream like this, one dream that she could remember, though it played constantly in her mind for a week after she woke. In the very same Tree house, with the same lake, she had sat and watched a thunder storm, fork lightning and rain. The light wasn't good and she hadn't seen the person, not even the colour of hair but as she sat with Elle, Claire was almost certain it was her.
"Thunder storms," Claire muttered, looking down at her fingers as she picked off the red nail varnish she had unwillingly watched Elle apply.
Elle brightened. She remembered that one.
Clapping her hands together, Elle squealed with joy.
Squealing wasn't something Claire was used to. She never really did it, never really listened to people who did it.
"So does this mean we can be friends?" Elle asked excitedly, Claire stared at her, how the hell had the subject changed to that? Was she missing something or was Elle really just as strange as Claire had originally thought?
Definetly the second one.
"I guess so..." Claire raised her eyebrows and scratched the side of her neck, a little confused as to how she was supposed to answer.
Elle grinned and took Claire's hand, suddenly frowning as she realised Claire had picked all the polish off.
"Pfft, we will just have to do it again," She decided, smiling in triumph as Claire sighed and passed over the red bottle.
Claire wondered, when she finally woke up, why she wanted to fall back to sleep again.