I lean against the wall of the gym, glaring at Adam, "This is so stupid." I growl. He smiles, "It'll be fun! Plus, maybe you'll meet someone new." I shove him, "I don't want someone new! I miss Clare." He sighs, "Come on, Eli. Just have fun."

"Dude, we should totally sign up to the bachelor auction!" Adam cried. "No." I bluntly had said. "Yes! It'll be fun! We could get girlfriends!" I turned to him, "No."

Unfortunately, he was persistent, "Do you know how cool it would be to go on a date with some random, hot chick? She'd see me on the stage and-" I walked against Adam, pushing him into the wall, "No!" I barked.

He stuck his lower lip out, "But...girls..." I sigh loudly, groaning at the same time, "Fine..." He smiled and pulled me over to the booth.

"Fine. But I better not get paired with some freak." Adam shrugs and walks onto the stage where Anya announces his name and the starting bid as $5. "10!" The bidding gets to $30. Some girl I don't know won him.

I walk onstage and try to look as not angry as possible. Adam gives me a thumbs up and Anya introduces me. My bidding starts at $5. Same as my idiot best friend's. I rest my weight on one leg, then the other. The bidding goes to 10, then 15, 20, 25, 30 and suddenly, 50.

I look up at Clare, who's smiling shyly. "Going once. Going twice...sold! To the sophomore in denim!" I cross my arms and walk downstairs to where Clare's sitting, "What is this?" I ask.

"We haven't hung out for a while." I give a pursed smile, "You broke up with me." She stands up slowly, "I know, and I thought this would be a good opportunity to rekindle our friendship."

I raise my eyebrows, "Our friendship? Our friendship? What friendship? We were friends for 2 months and dated the rest of the time then you tore my heart out, ripped it up and stomped on it!"

Several people, including Adam, turn to look at us. Clare's lip trembles, "I'm just try-" I feel Adam come up beside me, "Eli, why don't you do have a drink of water?" I roll my eyes, knowing 'a drink of water' was code for taking a pill, "Screw off." I mutter and walk out of the cafe.

I walk up to the staircase leading up to the roof and lay down. A couple minutes later, I'm joined by Adam. "You wanna talk about it?" He asks.

"No. Yes. I'm just pissed that after 6 weeks of me down in the dumps missing her and she just comes back. It just kinda pisses me off."

He gives a look of confused anger, "You-You...be happy! She likes you again! Maybe she wants you in her life! Maybe she wants you as her boyfriend! This is good! No go freaking apologize!" He grabs me by my shirt, pulls me off the ground and shoves me towards the door.

"But, first, take a pill." He hands me one. "What? Where did you even get one of m- never mind..." I swallow the pill and wait a few minutes before going to find Clare.

"Can we talk?" I ask. She nods and motions for me to sit. "I'm sorry for being like an ass. I'd love, so much, to go on a date with you." I say, "Or, umm, hang out. Whatever works." She smiles, "Okay. What do you wanna do?"

"Why don't you come over? We could watch a movie." I offer. "Sure, but I choose the movie." She teases. I smirk and nod, "Great. I'll bring the wine." She giggles, "See you tonight?" I nod, "Should I pick you up?"

"I can get a ride." I smile, "Alright. See you at...8?" A slight nod sends me off, running down the hall, happily.


"Welcome to Hotel Eli. Wait-I didn't mean that-I meant that in a non-sexual wa-" I sigh and step aside, "Never mind. Just come in." She smiles slightly, "Thanks."

"So, what movie do you have to watch?" She holds up a DVD. "Titanic Nothing on Earth could come between them." I read, rolling my eyes.

Towards the end of the movie, Clare's in my arms, absolutely bawling. "Nothing on Earth could come between them." I recite, "Except, apparently, the Wall Street Crash of 1929."

She cried even more. "And the alcohol I gave you clearly didn't help." I muttered, looking at the empty wine bottles. I had some, too, but not enough to get me drunk. She sits up, wiping her eyes, "I'm fine..." Her words are awfully slurred, "Just let me use the restroom."

She stumbles up from the couch and nearly trips just going up the stairs, so I run after her, "Dammit, Clare." I practically carry her up and to restroom. Then to my bedroom.

"You can sleep here tonight. Your parent will kill you if you come home drunk." She closes the door, "Thank you, Elijah." I smirk, "Anytime."

"I still think about you a lot." She whispers, sliding her arms from his neck, to his shoulders, down to his chest.I quickly pin Clare's hands to my chest so she could not go down farther.

"Clare. You're drunk. You had so much to drink." I state. She pulls her hands away and wraps her left arm around my neck. With her right hand, she grabs my denim covered crotch, making me jump and stutter, "C-C-Clare, you need to st-"

I close my eyes and fall into the trance of her gentle massaging. "You're drunk..." I whisper. She stands up on her tip toes to kiss my cheek and continue massaging me. "Okay, Clare. I'm not gonna fight you anymore. So, if you wanna do whatever you want, don't blame me if you regret it." I mutter.

She stands on her tip toes and kisses me for the first time in weeks. I growl into her mouth and force her onto the bed. We lay there, making out and groping eachother for an hour before I finally put a stop to it.

"I'm sorry. We need to stop." She gives me a pleading look and begins to unzip my pants, "But I'm having fun..."

"Okay. Okay, 10 more minutes of fun. Then sleep." I press my lips back to hers and slide my pants off. I didn't dare even think of having sex with her, but I can do other things.

Like reaching under her bra. And taking off her clothes. Except her underwear. Which I proceed to do. We kiss for an hour longer, in the sitting position.

"Clare, goddammit..." She climbs on top of me and kisses me. "No, no." I sit up and roll her off me and onto the bed, "It's been 10 minutes. It's been more." She pouts as pull up my pants.

"Eeeellliiiii...please just love me." I chuckle, " I do, love. I do so much. But you're drunk." She grabs my hand and caresses it, "I wanna love you. I wanna love you like this." She starts unzipping my pants. I freeze, "Clare-"

"And like this." She takes my pants all the way off and begins massaging my crotch again, "Like this. And I want you to love me." She says softly. I take a large breath, "Okay."

I grab her, pull her off the bed and pin her against the wall, "I'll love you, baby." I whisper and press my lips to her neck. She gasps as I bite her neck.

"Eli-" I ignore her and grab her butt to pull her closer to me, "Shush, my love." I whisper. She stands on her tiptoes and whispers into my ear, "Fuck me, Eli." I release a throaty groan and pull off her shirt and bra, taking a moment to admire her chest.

She grabs my shirt and tugs at it, drunkenly. I laugh and pull it off myself as Clare slides her pants off, letting me see her naked of the first time. Clare grabs me through my boxers and starts stroking my throbbing member. "Do you have a condom?" She asks. I sigh, "Clare. I'm not having sex with you."

She gives me a pouting face and presses her alcohol soaked lips. "Cla-" She lowers herself down to her knees and pulls down my boxers. "Clar-" I gasp as she takes my member into her mouth and begins sucking it. "Clare, please." With her free hand, the one that isn't stroking what doesn't fit into her mouth, she fondles my balls.

I moan and pull her up to my face, "Clare, stop." I demand. She sticks her lower lip out, "Okay..." But she grabs my cock and keeps stroking it. "Clare..." I whine. I look at her eyes and push past her to my drawer. I pull out my wooden box and select one of the condoms from inside.

"Okay, come here." I quickly slide the condom on and sit down on the bed, "Come here, Clare. I'm going to fuck you so hard, you won't be able to walk." She looks nervous as she walks/stumbles over. I lie down and pull her on top of me. Without waiting more than 3 seconds, she lowers herself around me.

"It hurts, Eli." She whispers. In order to stop her tears, I kiss them away. "Move." I start laughing, "You're on top, love." She sits up and thrust back and forth, riding me.


"Eli. Eli, oh my God, Eli." Clare groans. I smile, "Mornin' love." She frowns, "Eli...what happened." I sit up and rub my eyes, "We watched Titanic." I say quickly, "And you had a little to drink. Take some aspirin." I grab a bottle from under my pillow and toss her an ibuprofen.

"T-Thanks." I walk up behind her, "How do you feel?" I ask. "Sick. Soar. What happened?" I smirk, "You don't remember?" I realize how hurt I sound and take a deep breath. I miss last night and smile, remembering how we had showered together and got dressed.

"Nothing at all." I sigh, "Umm-" She suddenly looks panicky, "Did we have sex? Oh my God, we did, didn't we?" She sits on the bed and cradles her head in her hands.

"Uhh, Clare..." She turns to me, "Did we?" I sit next to her, "Uh-no." I quickly say, then start laughing, "I wouldn't take advantage of you like that." She smiles, "Thank you."

"You kissed me." I add. She looks up, "I did?" I nod, "Yeah. But it's okay. You were drunk. I, uh, kissed back for a little and we...did some other stuff, but I came to my senses. And stopped." I said. She hugs me, "Thank you. I'm sorry I kissed you. For now...I think we should stay friends."

"Okay." I croak out. She stands up and kisses my cheek, "Bye." I give a small smile, "Bye, Clare." Watching her leave, I lay down and pray for a happy ending.