A/N: Hi everyone! Oh my goodness~ YOU GUYS ARE AMAZING! Words cannot describe how grateful I am for all of the reviews I've gotten! I couldn't believe my eyes when I read the reviews! THANK YOU SO MUCH! Anyway, before I begin crying tears of joy again, I'd also like to thank the people who favorited this story! YOU ARE ALL AMAZING! Like I revealed in the previous chapter, this is the chapter where Eli takes Clare to a Dead Hand concert.

I don't own Degrassi or anything else, really...

Clare POV

Did that just happen? What is wrong with this world? It only lasted a few seconds, but still. Wow. I hate to admit it, but I kind of liked it. We both walked into my car after some small talk over dessert and I pulled out of the driveway. We had about an hour of driving to go.

"Hey Eli, thanks." I said quietly when the waving Peter and Darcy were nothing but specks.

"No problem." Eli replied. Then there was a silence. Not an awkward silence, but a comfortable silence. It was kind of nice. We both avoided the topic of the awkward kiss.

"You know, I got two tickets to the Dead Hand concert… Want to be my date?" Eli asked suddenly.

My eyes grew wide. Not just because driving in the dark was difficult, but also because of the sincerity in Eli's voice. "Sure. That sounds nice." I replied.

"Great, I'll pick you up in front of your house tomorrow at 5." Eli said.

"Cool." I replied. "How do you know where I live?"

"Oh, you know, I know a certain someone named Adam Torres." Eli answered simply. "He was supposed to be my date to the concert but then he got a date with some chick named Katie. She's some kind of big shot editor in chief. He gave me your address saying that you'd love to go. How do you know where I live?"

"A certain someone named Adam Torres. He's tried to set me up with you." I replied.

We both stared into the darkness. I dropped Eli off at his house and he mumbled thanks before hopping out of my SUV.

Eli POV

Wonderful, I have a date to a rock concert. The night passed really quickly. That morning, I went on with my regular morning routine and in the afternoon, I went over to Adam's house to help him get ready for his big date.

"I can't believe my two best friends in the whole world are going out!" Adam said.

"We're not going out… She's just a person who's going to the Dead Hand concert with me." I argued.

"Whatever you say, Mr. Goldsworthy!" Adam replied.

"That reminds me, I have to go pick Clare up. See you around!" I said before I zoomed out of his house.

I hopped into Morty and drove over to the address Adam gave me. There I found Clare standing in front of her house. She had on an oversized Dead Hand shirt, black leggings, and flats. Pfft… not that I noticed or anything…

She hopped into my car. "You look… decent." I told her.

"Thanks." She replied. "You don't look half-bad yourself."

We drove in silence that was when I noticed that Clare was wearing hoop earrings. I, being Eli Goldsworthy, can't just leave someone alone. So I tugged on one of her earrings.

"Ouch!" Clare shrieked. I just laughed. "What are you doing, Eli?"

"Your mom. Oh wait, if I may quote Shakespeare… I believe Aaron from Titus Andronicus once said, 'Villain, I have done thy mother.'" I said. Clare just rolled her eyes and continued to stare out the window.

"Roses are red violets are blue…" I began to mutter. I guess the stress from work was actually getting to me.

"How about this? Roses are red, violets are blue, God made me pretty, what the hell happened to you?" I asked Clare.

"Ha. Ha. You are so funny, Mr. Goldsworthy." Clare answered sarcastically. "How many times did your parents drop you on your head when you were younger?"

"Twice, at the most."

"Great job, Eli! You know how to count!"

I just gave her the death glare and continued to drive. We got to the concert and we all got to the stadium. We stood in the front row!

"Isn't this great?" I asked Clare. She nodded in response.

That was when 20 minutes before the concert was set to begin, a drunken teenager showed up on stage. He began to sing the Meow Mix song.

That was when the Dead Hand fans that were here already began to boo the kid.

"You have no taste in music." The teen slurred.

Clare POV

Some security guys showed up.

"I have a gun and I'm not afraid to use it!" the teen threatened. Some laughed, some left, some just stood dumbfounded, and others screamed. When the security guards got a hold of him, he struggled to take his gun out and began to shoot randomly.

"OW!" I heard a familiar voice shout next to me. I turned and found Eli, on the ground wounded and holding his leg. I got down to meet his eye level and noticed that he was bleeding uncontrollably. The fans near us made a circle around us and watched in curiosity as to what will happen next. I ran off from the crowd and got a paramedic.

When we both arrived back to the circle, Eli was still holding onto his wounded leg. Some girl from the crowd threw up. Wow… people these days.

The paramedic helped Eli onto a stretcher.

"Clare, can you do me a huge favor?" Eli asked.

"Anything." I replied.

"Great. Do you know how to drive stick-shift?"

"Yeah."

"I need you to drive Morty over to the hospital."

"Yes sir." Eli tossed me his keys after freeing one of his hands. I watched Eli get put into the ambulance and I myself went into Morty the hearse. Though I knew how to drive stick-shift, it had been a while. I inhaled deeply and put Morty in reverse. Then I began to drive over to the hospital. I guess I was speeding a bit because the next thing I knew I was pulled over by a police officer.

"Young lady, did you know you were driving 7 miles above the speed limit?" the police officer asked.

"Yes sir… but it's a real emergency. My date to a concert just got shot in the leg!" I told him.

"But that is no reason to be driving at 27 mph! Let me see your license." That was when he got paged by the chief officer.

"Yes sir." I said in defeat. I gave him my lisence and he gave me a ticket. That was when my phone rang. It was Eli.

"Eli, are you okay?" I asked.

"I'm managing… Anyway, they said that I need surgery and I only get one phone call. So I decided to waste it on you. Is Morty alright?"

"Morty is fine. You're the one who needs to get better. You got shot!" I decided not to tell him about the over speeding incident until later.

"That's good to hear. Don't tell anyone else until later, okay?"

"O.K." I said.

"I have to go. Thanks Clare." With that, Eli hung up.

I sighed deeply. The officer arrived. "Here is your ticket. You have a $100 fine. Now drive along and don't speed again."

"Goodbye sir." I said and drove off once more.

I finally arrived at the hospital and ran over to the receptionist's desk.

"Ma'am, could you tell me which room Elijah Goldsworthy is in?"

"He's in room 408. Before you go, I need you to fill out these forms."

"Okay. Thank you." I looked at the piece of paper on the clipboard. I sat on a chair and began writing.

I got most of it down. It wasn't that bad. It was name, address, where he works, why he's here, and just basic things like that. The next form was a form for me. Once again it was the basic material.

"What is your relationship to this patient?" it read. I knew for a fact that "friends" weren't welcome past visiting hours so I put down, "girlfriend." I finished and gave the forms to the receptionist.

I went into room 408 and noticed Eli unconscious on the bed. I put my stuff down on the floor and sat down on a chair next to his bed. After about 30 minutes of watching Eli, he woke up.

"Hey, you're here!" Eli whispered.

"Yeah. Morty's fine." I reassured him.

"Thanks! Are you okay? You look like you saw Mrs. Torres or something."

"It's nothing…" I lied.

"You know you're a terrible liar." Eli said smirking.

"I got a speeding ticket while coming over here." I admitted.

"Wow. Badass Clare…" Eli stated. I stuck my tongue out.

A/N: Terrible chapter... I know... I'm very sorry. I got the whole speeding ticket idea from my dad, who got one not too while back... Can you believe even Shakespeare dissed mothers? I'm a terrible person for having Eli get shot... I'm sorry. Where did Clare get the Dead Hand shirt, you may ask? We'll find out later in the fic. ;) The whole time I've been away from the internet, I've been typing away on my laptop. Poor, poor, laptop... It's still living, no matter how many times I've dropped it. I'd like to thank you for reading and surviving this crazy story. I'll be posting two more stories in a little bit... Should I continue, or should I end this nutty story? Please review your thoughts!