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Fun

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"Yes, Alli. He knew," I explained through the phone for the umpteenth time.

Dinner last night was completely unbearable…. On my part. Surprisingly, my mother and The Goldsworthy's hit it off famously. All night they were laughing and chatting as if they were friends for years. It was a nice sight, but not nice enough to keep my stomach from churning every moment Eli caught my gaze. He sat across from me and all evening, I ate with caution. He would do the smallest things to irritate me, where it was scraping his chair abruptly on the floor, or obnoxiously interrupting me if I spoken.

He was so infuriating.

It was one thing that I had to sit across from him when he knew I was watching him earlier that day, but him being ten times more annoying towards me, was completely unnecessary. And when I called Alli and told her, I could see the blush and hear the squeal over the phone. She still denied the fact and kept asking me if he saw us "for sure", but I told her he knew exactly what we were doing.

"Ugh, fine! Lets just forget it ever happened. And a way to do that is to come to Drew's party Tonight!"

I could hear the excitement in her voice and I sighed. Wait, who was Drew? Leave it to Alli to meet a new guy at the speed of light.

"First of all, my mom would never allow me to a party chaperoned by teenagers - I'm guessing Drew is a teenager?" I could hear the scepticism in my voice.

"Of course, he is! He'll be a junior once schools starts," I felt a tinge of guilt as I heard the defensiveness in her voice.

"I'm sorry, Alli. But I can't go," I moved my phone to the other ear as I eyed my journal on my bed.

I scooped it up and grabbed a pen as I walked out on my balcony and took in the blue sky and bright sun. I took a seat on the mini bench that was displayed on the right side of the balcony and brought my knees to my chest.

"Clare, come on, when was the last time you went out?"

I bit my lip as I tried to remember the last time I hung out at night. Ugh! She had me and she knew it!

"I don't remember," I mumbled.

"Exactly! Time to have fun," she drawled.

I opened my book with one hand and picked up my pen, opening a fresh page.

"Just go on without me," I said.

Alli blew a loud breath and I'm guessing she surrendered. "Fine, but if you change your mind, call me."

"Deal, I'll talk to you later."

I hung up the phone after she said goodbye and focused on the journal page glaring at me. The story I wanted to hand in was lacking and I wanted to make something different. That way, I have two options and maybe could mesh the two stories together if it went well.

I brought the pen to my lips and bit down as I contemplated how I was going to start this. I jotted a few words down at first, brainstorming as they came to mind. I was engaged with my writing and was soon forming sentences when a loud, booming sound came beside me, making me jump. I looked to my left and heard the same loud music that I heard yesterday, but this time, it was coming from a stereo and interrupting the quiet. My mouth dropped when Eli entered the balcony beside me, identical design to mine. He sat on the bench that matched mine and held the same book in his hands as he had yesterday.

My mouth soon closed and my eyebrows pinned together as he sat there, obliviously, to the screeching noise deafening the earth.

There is no way I will be able to write with this interruption.

I closed my book and slammed it on the bench beside me as I crossed my arms and glared across the to the boy in all black.

"Ahem," I cleared my throat in over exaggeration.

Eli looked up from his book and arched an eyebrow before his lips curved in a smirk. A smirk that annoyed me to no end.

"Yes," he asked innocently, his voice opposite from his appearance.

"Could you please turn off the music? Its very distracting," I yelled over the bass guitar that now occupied my hearing.

"Is it?" he asked smugly. "I didn't notice."

I huffed and clenched my teeth as he turned a page over his book and averted his eyes back to the page. The action was so simple, it was making me lose my patience.

"Yes," I hissed. "It is. Could you please turn it off; you do have head phones."

He tilted his head up to the sky and pondered as a mock thoughtful expression took over his features.

"I do….But I don't feel like using them today," he replied nonchalantly.

Ugh!

I stood up and walked over to the railing so I was more close to his balcony.

"Listen, some people don't want to hear screaming on a beautiful day like this, and don't you think people would complain when you have music blasting in the neighbourhood," I raised an eyebrow as his eyes froze on the page, thinking that I got through to him.

He lifted his eyes to meet mine, and I was welcomed with the same green that was in my dream last night. Wait…what?

"I don't care what people think," he stated simply before returning back to his book as if nothing happened.

I stared in shock, couldn't believe that just happened. He was like a brick wall! You can't get through to him.

I let out a noise of frustration before spinning on my heels and grabbing my book and pen before going in my bedroom, slamming the sliding door shut. I usually keep it opened to let the breeze come in my room, but I was so infuriated with him, I had to block all access from him.

I fell on my bed with a sigh, my whole mind too cluttered to write.

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"Randall, I don't think that's a good idea," I heard my mom whisper in the kitchen from the living room.

I moved aside to the wall and peeked my head through the archway. Why was mom talking to dad? She hasn't spoken to him since the divorce. I watched intently as my mom leaned against the island, facing away from me.

"I just think it would be better for Clare if you don't come around for awhile - at least not during the summer," she said in a hushed tone.

I felt a frown form on my face as her words processed in my mind. Mom can't keep me away from dad; its wrong. And even though they both made me upset during the divorce, I still love both of them equally. I also really missed dad.

"Thank you for understanding. I'll tell Clare you called."

I walked away quickly and silently hurried up the stairs; anger getting the best of me. I closed my door and felt my breath pick up as I threw my pillows across the room. I paced back and forth and sat on the bed as my legs shook.

I needed to leave; I was too angry with my mom to stay in the same environment as her.

Just then, Alli flickered through my mind, along with her invitation. I chewed on my bottom lip as I eyed the phone across the room. With a rush of adrenaline, I walked over to the phone and dialled her number frantically as my heart pounded in my ears.

"Alli, hey. I've decided to go to the party."

I pulled the phone away from my ear as her scream boomed loudly through my room.

"Calm down. Give me the address…. I have a way out, don't worry about it."

I quickly hung up after I wrote down the instructions and grabbed a sweater form my closet. I pulled my sweater on and pocketed the paper before opening my balcony door. The cool night wind blew my curls away from my face as I walked on the platform. I cautiously closed my door and zipped up my sweater as the wind chilled my skin, mixed with the adrenaline.

I went to the side of my balcony and looked over to the drain pipe sided along the railing. I made sure to not looked down as I swung my leg over the railing and planted myself on the other side of the balcony, clinging on the metal.

"Sneaking out, Edwards?"

I felt my blood spike with tangible fear as the voice cut through my brain, cutting all sensible thoughts and almost made me fell. I slowly turned around and placed my arms on the inside of my balcony as I stared at the person that almost caused my death.

"Are you crazy? I could've fell!" I whispered harshly, fear and anger going through me.

He crossed his arms and had a smirk on his face that made me want to slap him - actually I wanted to slap him all the time.

"You didn't answer my question," he said smugly, ignoring my comment.

I let out a frustrated sigh and eyed the drain pipe, determinedly. After a few seconds of deep breathing, I flung myself onto the pipe and dug my feet in the dents of the wall as my arms clung onto the steel. I stole a glance at Eli and his jaw was slacked and his eyes were wide. I smiled in satisfaction before slowly crawling down the pipe.

When my feet landed on the grass with a soft thud! I walked around the house and took off down the sidewalk.

"So long, Eli," I smirked.

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The house was huge and the music was loud. A little too loud for my taste - stop it, Clare. You need to relax. Have fun. Fun. A word that describes nothing of what I do. I need to loosen up; Alli was right: all I do is write and stay cooped up in the house. Well, not anymore.

I walked up the driveway and entered the dimmed lighting inside the house. I felt out of place and uncomfortable when I noticed the type of people engaged in this party. I tried to look for Alli; I squeezed through the dancing bodies and found myself in the kitchen.

I sighed in relief when Alli came into view. She was at the punch table - I assumed it was punch - while talking to a guy with spiky dark hair.

Why am I not surprised.

I walked over to her and took in how she was dressed: a multi-coloured flared skirt down to mid-thigh was tucked over a purple tank; she had on pink hoops and her hair was curled and a lot more make up then usual was displayed on her face. I took in my outfit - denim shorts, white top with a navy sweater over - and suddenly felt underdressed.

Maybe this was a bad idea. I should go home before my mom finds out. She'll be so disappointed-

"Clare, you're here!" Alli's voice dissolved my thoughts and only chance to escape.

I forced a smile as she ran over and threw her arms around me. I hugged her back and looked past her shoulder to see the guy she was talking to stand there awkwardly.

"Hey, is that your date?" I asked, pulling away.

Alli turned around before looking back at me with a huge smile on her face, her eyes wide with excitement.

"That's Drew! He's the one who threw this party," she squealed.

My eyebrows raised as I shook my head. How did she find him?

"Well…."

"Its so amazing, isn't it? This party, Drew?" she interrupted. "His dad is working with my dad. They introduced us when they came over for dinner. Plus, he has a brother."

Alli nudged me as she wiggled her eyebrows suggestively. I crossed my arms and blinked as I gave her a blank expression.

"Alli," I stressed. "I told you, no guys-"

She smiled as she looked over my shoulder and spun me around before I could complete my sentence.

"Look, there he is. In the beanie," she whispered in my ear.

I squinted my eyes as I looked towards the door past the living room in search of this boy. Finally, my eyes landed on a boy in flannel wearing a gray beanie on his head. He was kind of cute, but I'm not interested in finding a guy. I watched as he went to the door and saw him pounding fists with someone. I scrunched my eyebrows as I tried to see whom it was. My face turned from concentration to complete horror when I saw Eli standing in front of the boy, laughing and talking with him…