"But I need that," Eli said, clinging to the slinky like it was a lifeline. Clare's eyebrows rose slowly from her place on the bed. She pulled the box of stuff back to her chest.

"Eli; it's rusted." She pointed out.

"But that just makes it an antique." Eli insisted.

"Ask yourself if you could use it," Clare repeated and Eli's eyebrows furrowed.

"Ok so maybe I don't know what exactly I'm supposed to do with a slinky-"

"Eli."

"But it really can be useful and-"

"Eli." Clare insisted, pushing the box out and jiggling it. "You have to learn to let go."

"But-"

"Eli." Clare warned and Eli sighed in defeat. He reluctantly dropped the slinky into the box with all the other items deemed 'useless'. She smiled proudly and brought the box back to her chest. "Good job Eli." She said kindly and a slow smile slid onto Eli's face.

"You're amazing; you know that?" he asked, "Being patient and helping me with all this." She shrugged, a tiny smile glued onto her face.

"I want to help you Eli," she said, "I told you I'd stay with you through all of this, and I plan to. Guess you're stuck with me." Eli's smile widened.

"Couldn't ask for anything better," he said, plopping himself down onto the bed. His gaze drifted around the room and over all the piles of things he had collected over the years. "You're probably going to be stuck with me for a while too."

"There are worse things," she teased before setting the box to the side. "Want to take a break before we tackle your closet?" Eli's eyebrows rose.

"How can I resist that tempting offer?" he asked, scooting closer before finally pressing his lips to hers. A second after there was a loud crash and a bunch of crap fell from his closet. The two froze; staring at the pile like it was an alien. Finally Clare started giggling and Eli joined it.

"It's alive!" he joked, before a noise came from the pile. The two froze again as it started shifting.

"Eli…?" Clare squeaked, pushing herself behind him. Eli stared at the pile in horror as it continued moving.

"Help!" Adam's voice squeaked and Eli looked around frantically. He had nearly forgotten his best friend was there and with his first sweep of the room he didn't see him. Then his gaze zeroed in on an arm flailing out from under a pile of… junk.

"Oh my God; Adam!" Eli exclaimed and Clare's eyes were as wide as saucers.

"I can't breathe!" Adam wheezed; trying to pull himself out from under the pile of Eli's junk. "I'm being smothered by a-OHMYGOD what is that?"

Disclaimer:

I don't –sob- own Degrassi D:

Author's Notes:

Is it just be or have these become more and more crack fic-ish? :D lol. I guess that's what makes it so fun ;D This is kind of like an anti-stressor for me since I have a lot going on (:

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