A/N: Chapter 2 part 1! Haha, it was getting really long and I was procrastinating a lot and summersetlights was going to kill me so I decided to divide this chapter in half :)

I hope you enjoy and please review and tell me what you though!

Oh, and to lili480: Yes! It is based off a telenovela.

DISCLAIMER: I don't own Degrassi.

After the party, and after the incident between Clare and Eli, Clare was hopping down the street, hair wet and clothes damp. She sported the largest grin and her thoughts trailed off when Eli picked her up from the ground.

"You? Who are you?"

"Uh…I…Uh…Excuse me. I'm sorry."

"Hey! Hey, watch out!"

"What's wrong with you? You almost killed me!"

"I'm sorry…"

"Who's that crazy girl, Eli?"

"I…have no clue."

"Can someone explain whose shoe this is?"

Clare stopped hopping and her eyes went wide. She gazed down and gasped. "My shoe!"

"Whose shoe is this?" Yelled Eli, holding a yellow converse in his hand and hitting the kitchen table with it.

JT, Katie, Tyson, and Toby were all in the kitchen. Imogen was standing behind Eli while Eli held the yellow converse with an iron grip as his anger boiled inside him. Katie was holding a mop in her hands as she sat with an annoyed expression plastered on her face. A damped cloth hung from her shoulder. Toby was chewing on a plastic bracelet he wore and JT and Tyson sat silently while Eli cursed at his brothers.

"I want to know right now whose shoe this is!" Eli left the shoe on the table and place his hands on the table as well and looked at his younger siblings with a menacing glare.

They all kept quiet, Toby crossing his arms in front of his chest and JT giving Eli the stink eye back.

Eli grabbed the shoe and began to wave it in front of his siblings' faces. "I asked a question. I want to know exactly whose shoe this is."

"Come on, Eli. Take a chill pill. We're all tired," dragged out Katie, resting her cheek on the end of the mop.

"Yeah! Katie's right! We've been cleaning since last night…" Toby trailed off, Eli shooting daggers at him with his piercing green eyes, "…We're really tired…" He began again, intertwining his fingers. "Could you repeat the question?"

Eli looked at him flabbergasted and stayed silent for a minute before wiping his mouth and throwing the shoe harshly on the table. "WHO'S SHOE DOES THIS BELONGS TO?" He yelled louder than before, everyone jumping in their seats.

Eli's younger siblings all looked at each other with worried faces until JT chirped out, "It's…it's, uh, the singer's…"

All three kids looked at JT with raised eyebrows and mouths agape. Katie then smiled and repeated what JT said, Eli giving the eldest siblings a curious look.

Imogen bit her lower lip and played with her long hair tied on a pony tail and raised her thin eyebrows at Katie and JT. "The crazy girl that ruined my best prêt porter." It wasn't a question, it was a statement. And with that, Imogen looked the other way.

"And…who is the owner of the music instruments in the living room?" Asked Eli, looking down at the converse on the table and then at his siblings, who all answered simultaneously.

"The singer."

"And the foam machine?"

"The singer."

"Oh. Of course. And now you're going to tell me that the one that had the idea of making a party was –"

"The singer!"

"Yeah…the singer," Said JT, looking at Eli with weary eyes.

Eli grabbed the shoe in anger. "Of course. The one that is at fault is the singer and you all are the 'Innocence Siblings'," Yelled Eli at all of them.

"No. No. No, Eli it's the truth," tried to explain JT, his palms sweaty. "The idea was brought up by her – to make the party. And we thought it was a really awesome idea," He said, looking at Toby and Tyson, who nodded approvingly.

"Ah. Yeah," muttered Eli, JT walking around the table to stand next to him.

"Look, I know you hate us because we suck at being siblings, but it's the truth! We had nothing to do with the party. It was all her idea," accused JT.

Eli leaned in to JT's face in a menacingly way and narrowed his eyes at him. "What…what?"

"Wait, hold up, Eli," Intervened Katie, stepping between both men. "Okay, we're going to tell you the truth. You know what's the problem?" She said, holding the mop tightly and licking her lips.

"What's the problem?"

"JT…he's in love with the singer," lied Katie, glancing towards where JT stood, whose mouth fell open. Eli sighed and looked up at the ceiling, JT holding onto Katie's arm warningly. "Yeah, the thing is, that because she's older than him, she pushes him around, you know? She tells him what to do. Like… Like a puppet with strings!"

"No – Let me explain – Eli!" Said JT, and Eli put his arms in front of him and closed his eyes nodded his head side to side to stop him from talking.

"No, stop. Don't explain anything to me. Later on, you and I are going to have a conversation in private, JT. And you're going to regret ever making that party and I hope that singer never steps inside this house ever again," Said Eli, adding emphasis with his hands. "And if I ever get back home, and I see that one of you brought her in here –"

Eli's word got stuck in his throat and he hit the table with the shoe, everyone jumping. "We understand each other, right?" He asked, and they all nodded. "I want you all to take out the foam machine and the instruments…" he trailed off, walking out of the kitchen.

Imogen looked over them and turned on her heel, her hair slapping Toby in the face, and she sauntered out of the kitchen as well. Toby wiped his face with his hands and Tyson pulled on the sleeve of his white shirt.

"I've never seen him this angry before," whispered Tyson, as Eli went back into the kitchen, grabbed the shoe, and hit the table with it again, everyone jumping one last time.

"I forgot to ask one thing," said Eli collectively and calm. "What happened with Spike?"

JT held on to Katie for dear life and looked at her with wide eyes.

"Well," began Imogen, Eli turning to look at her. "The way your little brothers act, I bet she's buried in the back yard," she said jokingly.

"JT!" Yelled Christine, walking inside the house through back door that connects to the kitchen. They all looked at her – her hair was disheveled and she was flustered. "Now we're going to make things clear!"

JT walked towards her and put his hands on either of her arms, "Spike, I'm your favorite sibling; I'm your JT," muttered JT, caressing her face.

Archie appeared behind Christine with all his and her bags and raised his pointer finger up, "What do I look like to you? I'm a chef! Not a messenger!"

"Well, enough! Enough! Enough, JT! Enough!" Yelled Eli furiously, walking to where Christine was. "Tell me what happened, Spike."

"What happened?" Repeated Christine, and Eli muttered the words again.

"W-what happened?" Stuttered out Christine. "I'm going to tell you Monsieur Elijoh."

"Ah! Elijah!" Said Eli irritated, holding his head in his hands. "Ah, ah. Elijah! A, h!" He repeated, Christine looking up at him with a perplexed expression.

Back at Lisa's place, Clare was resting in her room, her left leg over the covers of her bed, pillows thrown everywhere, her hair messy and her mother's nut in hand. Her head bobbed from left to right and she let out a soft snore, her dream becoming vivid in her mind.

Eli stood in front of Clare, who held Tyson in her hands. She wore a long, white dress and Eli was clad in a black, button up shirt and dark jeans. He stood with a soft smile and her expression was one in daze as she looked at her prince charming.

"Thank you for rescuing him, princess," said Eli, Clare in bliss.

Clare had a goofy smile on her face as Eli walked up to her and grabbed Tyson in his arms. Tyson looked at Clare and Eli with a smile on his face and stared as Clare ran off – away from where Eli stood with Tyson in his arms. A few steps later, Clare slipped on the muddy floor and groaned, Eli and Tyson grinning at her. She craned her neck to look back and giggled, waving at the siblings.

"Clare, watch out with the bicycle!" called out a light in the distance.

Clare looked at her right, mumbling, "What?"

"Watch out! Watch out with the bike!"

Clare woke up with a start, watch out with the bike was repeating in her train of thoughts. The woman looked at her right and touched her bicycle's hand bar and she cupped her face with her hands. "With the bike…? What a weird dream…" She whispered at herself, reaching behind her and grabbing her clock.

It was already twelve of the afternoon and Clare groaned, getting up from her bed to fix herself in the bathroom.

"Hospitalized?" Eli finished pouring orange juice in a coup and he was listening Christine's story incredulously.

"Yes, hospitalized. That was before I went to the farm house and back to the mansion." Said Christine, her elbow plopped on top of the table in the kitchen, her hand on her forehead. Eli gave her the cup with juice and she drank it. "Archie, please, reach me my medicine…" She put her hand up and touched his arm and he began to walk to get it when JT, Katie, Tyson, and Toby scrambled to go get her medicine.

"We'll go get it!" they all yelled.

"You are all staying in this kitchen!" said Eli. His siblings walked back in a sulking manner and they all sat down around the table again. "Archie, please go get Spike's medicine."

Archie began to walk away and the turned on his heel, looking at Eli and crossing his arms in front of his chest. "I was, as well, going back and forth supporting this bad joke of a woman. But, what about me?" He protested, Eli glaring at him. "Nobody serves and helps me."

"Aha, aha…" Eli looked at his siblings, Imogen taking the cup away from Christine's grasp and putting it in the sink. "And was that…before or after Spike was hanging from Katie's window?" Interrogated Eli, looking at the chef who turned to grab Christine's medicine from one of the kitchen counters.

Imogen walked behind Eli, and put her arm around his, and Katie looked at the couple and grabbed the mop's stick strongly, yelling, "You all are so grumpy! Haven't you seen that nothing bad happened?"

Eli, then, took the shoe once more and hit the table with it loudly, everyone jumping in surprise. "That's it. From now on, there's going to be a lot of change in this house," He swore, walking around the table like a shark, Imogen trailing behind him. "From now on you are going to understand what having a firm hand is… and what a military state is like."

"Sometimes I wish you would've stayed in France…" whispered Katie, and Eli silenced her and she covered in fear.

"Silence, Katie. For the ones that won't be able to adapt – they are going to receive a worse punishment." Eli looked at all of his siblings as Archie came back with Christine's medicine and placed it in front of her on the table.

"Archie, please, could you pass me some aspirin?" Said Imogen, holding the brink of her nose, closing her eyes. "All this yelling so early in the morning – my head is about to blow up." She whined, Archie looking her with a cold glare.

As Archie walked off to get Imogen aspirin, Fitz walked into the kitchen from the back door wearing a horrible and indecent attire and holding a black book bag. He stopped in his track and looked at everyone huddled in the kitchen.

"Good day!" said Fitz quickly, trying to scramble out of the kitchen as quickly as possible.

"Good day?" Eli stopped him in mid tracks and glared at him menacingly. "Could I please know why you disappeared yesterday?"

"Eh…Spike gave me the day off," retorted Fitz.

"What?" Snapped Christine, holding her hand to her chest in self defense. "I never gave anyone the day off."

"I think it would be a good idea if you confess. Do you really think I'd believe such a thing?" Eli raised his eyebrows at the taller man in front of him.

Fitz stepped closer to Eli, his figure towering over his. Fitz reminisced about the day before and raised his hand up and waved it leisurely around. "Spike did like this with her hand…"

Eli let out a chuckle and looked at his siblings, who were all looking away from Eli. "I see…good job. Good job. I can see that yesterday was a circus in this household."

JT suddenly stood up from his seat and ran away from trouble. "I'll be late for my friend's house!"

Katie's eyes widened and she too stood up from her seat and ran away from the epitome of trouble. "I'll be late for my soccer practice, ciao!"

Eli closed his eyes and nodded his head softly. He looked down at Tyson and Toby and muttered in a dangerous tone. "This isn't going to end like this." He crouched down to Tyson's level. "There's going to be measures taken. Severe measures so your education doesn't go down the drain."

"Definite measures, right, love?" Asked Imogen with a bossy façade.

"W-what are you going to do to us?" stuttered out Tyson.

"It's important that you all take your obligations seriously from now on…" Eli walked over to Imogen, Christine nodding in agreement.

Tyson faked laugh and scratched the side of his arm, "How exaggerated."

The eldest sibling raised his eyebrows. "It's not funny to me," he menaced. He then turned to Christine, telling her, "Please walk with me to my office."

"I'll go right now," she told him and he walked out.

It seems that the Goldsworthy's dream land just ended, thought Imogen in a snarky way and turned around to go to her room.

"We're fried toast. Eli's is going to take us to France," said Tyson, Toby taking seat next to him.

Clare was on her bike. She had attached a large crate to the bike to carry the vegetables Joey was going to give her to deliver. As she neared the small shop, she honked with the horn attached to the handles of the bike. She honked four times, Joey turning around to see her – ignoring the vegetables still in a carton box in the floor ready to be put on a stand.

"Good day, Joey!" Said Clare happily, jumping off the bike and pushing the small metal bar that would leave it standing up down to the floor with her foot. "I'm here to get the order for today," she said with a smile.

"How dutiful!" He said, grabbing a small notepad out of the pocket from his overall and grabbing a plastic bag to put the vegetables inside.

"See? Very well!" She looked down at her bike and grasped the handlebars and with her left hand, pushed away strands of stray hair from her face.

"Come over here!" Joey waved at a young man who stepped outside and stood in front of the older man. "Go grab the order," he told the young man, giving him the plastic bag and the piece of paper from the note pad.

The man walked away to get the vegetables and Joey walked over to Clare, leaning over the bike to show her the address of the house and Clare pushed him away from the bike, "Watch out with it," she said with a laugh.

He put his hands up in defense, jokingly telling her, "You're so overprotective! I do know you take care of it…" He leaned in again and put the paper in front of her face, "Well, here you have the address for the order."

"Yeah," Clare nodded, looking at him intently.

"Go last thing during the afternoon, understood? That at the moment there's no one," he gave her the paper with the address and once again, Clare nodded, holding the paper in her hand.

As she turned around, she saw the crate filled with the plastic bag and the vegetables. "Perfect, no worries…" she trailed off, Joey lightly rubbing the basket of the bike as he stepped back. "Don't rub it like that! …the basket," she said, touching it lightly.

"Well okay…But what's wrong with the bicycle? Why do you take care of it so much?" He inquired.

"The thing is that I had a dream with the little light – and it told me to take care of it," she explained, and in turn, he stared at her with a perplexed look. "I'm scared that someone will break it or that someone will rob it or that something bad will happen," she concluded and sighed, looking at him and giving Joey a slight nod.

"Ah," Clare looked up at him with raised eyebrows, "you believe in dreams?"

"Of cours –"

"Look why don't you go and ask what's the lottery numbers, eh?" He teased her and she chuckled.

"It's not like that, Joey," he barked out a life and she put her hand on the bike's seat, "the little light is never incorrect…" she trailed off, and looked back up. "That's why if she tells me something, I believe it."

"Winky, winky," called out Sav from behind Joey, and both Clare and he turned around to see Sav on his own bike.

Joey walked inside the store then and Clare smiled, "Sav!"

"How are you Clare Bear?" she blushed at the nickname and he grinned at her.

"Everything's fine. Winning some money," she shrugged. "Finding ways to win it…you?"

"I'm going to the – uh – Goldies – Goldsworths – Gothsworthies –"

"Goldswinkles," Clare smiled.

"That – to get our instruments and to get paid; the money they owe us."

"You want to hear something?" She said, and he nodded quickly. "I'll go with you."

"Well, let's scurry."

"I'm destroyed," complained Christine as she sat inside Eli's office.

She was on the white sofa in front of Eli's desk; her elbow plopped on top of the arm rest and her fore and thumb fingers holding her head. Eli was sitting in the other, smaller, beige sofa perpendicular to her. His elbows were resting on either of his knees and he looked up at her with a look of comfort.

"The worst," she continued, "is that JT screwed me over. That was the only person that I confined in the most."

Eli stood up and held his face in his hands as he sighed and walked back and forth between the beige sofa and the small table in the small office space. "The thing is that you can't trust any of them… Well, JT, I'll exclude him because – well, he's in love," he muttered, and Christine's eyes went wide.

"What?"

"Yeah… in fact, the worst is that it's with this – this singer that's older than him," he closed his eyes and let out a small breath and he crossed his arms in front of his chest.

"Awe…my God, poor child," Christine said in a worried voice, "I didn't know." She sighed out, closing her eyes. "Oh, Mister Elijah, the world is so wrong, eh?"

"Yeah..." he agreed.

"…I failed in educating them," she took in a breath and gave herself an understanding nod.

"No, Spike, don't say that," Eli walked towards her and kneeled, holding her hands in his.

"No it's the truth," she nodded. "I'm just going to throw the white flag to the floor. To tell the truth – I don't think I'll be able to handle more of this craziness because if I continue in here," she let out a sigh, her eyes watering, "I think I'm going to die young." She looked up at the ceiling and gulped loudly.

Eli shifted and licked his lips, blinking several times, "Spike, look at me. What do you mean?"

"That I'm leaving," she deadpanned, and Eli hung his head low in distraught.

"No, Spike, please. I beg you, please, the kids need you," he looked up at her again, holding her hands harder.

"The kids need a boarding school."

Eli brought his hand up to his forehead and looked down again, "That's exactly what I'm thinking of doing."

"A boarding school?" whispered to himself Tyson, who was overhearing the conversation behind the door.

"You want to put the kids in a boarding school?" She gasped.

Eli chuckled and stared at her, "No. How am I to think of that? What I'm thinking is how I'm going to help you with the house and the kids."

"No. No. No. No. There is no help that works," she pushed him away from her softly and stood up, walking away to open the door of the office. Thankfully, Tyson had scurried away upstairs in time. "I'm leaving," Eli stood up then and tried to reason with her. "And – and don't try to convince me," and with that, she stepped out of the office.

Tyson walked solemnly into his room. He let out multiple sighs and walked over to a small chair that lay in the middle of the room. He sat, his shoulders low, and reached up to grab a yellow toy car. He settled the toy car on a small Hot Wheels slide and he pushed it down, stopping a few moments later on the table in front of the chair. He then grabbed another toy car – a blue one – and pushed it down the small slide and it hit the first car. He then grabbed a last one – a red one – and pushed it as well and it pushed the first two down to the floor.

He let out another loud sigh and Toby looked over to him momentarily and put some folders into his book bag and asked, "What's wrong insect? Did you see a ghost?" He joked.

"Shut up…" he muttered with no humor lingering in his voice. "I heard something worse," he cried. "Eli – Eli's going to send us ward."

"Nah," Toby contradicted. "Eli is incapable of doing something like that. Stay calm," he grabbed his book bag after he zipped it up and flung it over his shoulder. "You know what my therapist says?" He then stood up from the bed and began strolling towards Tyson. "My therapist says…that the older siblings – that take care of their younger siblings – always go through a stage –"

"THEY ARE NOT GOING TO SEND ME!" He yelled out furiously, hitting the small table and the blue toy car rolling off to the ground.

Toby put down his book bag on the floor and sat next to a weeping Tyson. "Well, let's see… You have to relax, microbe," he tried to comfort. "That Eli – Eli isn't horrible enough to do something so horrendous," he pushed his glasses up when he felt them at the brim of his nose. "And if he did, super me won't let him. Well, I'm heading out to French class," he patted his shoulder and stood, grabbed his book bag, and stepped out of the room, leaving Tyson to sulk by his own.

"No," he cried. "I'm not going aboard. No."

Eli sat on the white couch in the living room of the house and let his head fall back to look at the ceiling. Imogen was walking softly towards him, her hips swaying, and she stood behind him – behind the sofa.

"Could you please tell me what we're going to do without Spike?" He said desperately.

"Have fun somewhere – anywhere?" she asked with a smirk. Eli sighed as she said that and she touched his arm and walked around the sofa to sit on a table next to it and another – smaller – one. "To tell the truth – we do need a woman in the house. Imogen turned slightly on the table and grabbed a picture of Eli's parents and began to fix her eyebrows, completely ignoring as her boyfriend turned to look at her and the picture in her hands. "Eli I want to go with you to the fashion show with you tonight."

"The truth is that I miss them a bit, you know?" he breathed, staring at the picture in her hands.

"What?" She deadpanned, pursing her lips. She then looked at Eli and back at the photo and blinked several time, her tone of voice changing to a very dulcet one. "Yes… of course. I was actually just thinking how happy they look in this photo." She stood from the table and walked to sit next to him. "They would be really proud of you, you know?" She smiled at the picture in her hand. "I understand you because… what happened to my dad was so recent." She glared at him as he touched to photo with his hand. She then proceeded to put the photo on a small table in front of them and grabbed his hand in hers. "You know what? I think we should have fun…" she trailed off, kissing his cheek. "We should go out… we should go to the fashion show, eh?" She leaned in to kiss his cheek again when the doorbell rang and he turned to face her.

"You know what the problem is, Imo?" He said softly.

"What?"

He looked at her as she frowned in displeasure. He then closed his eyes and breathed out. "It's okay, I'll go."

"Really?" She said excitedly, kissing his cheek. "You'll see, everything's going to be perfectly fine with the kids," she told him, wiping his cheek and grinning like a fool, the doorbell ringing again. "Thank you…"

The doorbell rang harshly and Eli groaned, "Why is no one answering the door?" He yelled out mostly at himself and stood and walked to open the front door. "Alli!" He yelled out, nearing the door.

"I'll go see what I'm going to wear!" called out Imogen, jumping from the sofa.

Eli sauntered up to the gate outside of the house, a tall, Indian looking man standing there, ringing the bell. Eli narrowed his eyes as the sun flashed in his face and he raised his hand, the man giving him a slight wave.

"Hello," the Indian man greeted.

Eli nodded his head and waved at him to leave. "I don't want to buy anything," he told him, and made a half turn before the tall man called out to him.

"Eh… I came to find JT," the man told Eli, holding onto the bars, Clare behind a tree behind Sav.

"He's not here. What do you want?" Eli crossed his arms in front of his chest and Sav shoved his hands into the pockets of his jeans.

"I came to get our payment from last night's show," he explained.

"Ah! You don't say?" Eli walked to the gat and opened it, walking up close to Sav. "You're from that little band that brought that lead female singer?" He asked, Sav nodding at everything he asked. "Well, tell her, please, that if she ever walks by I won't answer. And if I ever see her in this house I can put her in jail," Clare, in the background, let out a gasp and covered her mouth in surprise. "Especially for messing around with someone like JT."

"Eh…" breathed out Sav. "They got the story wrong."

"No. I didn't," He waved at him. "I'm not going to deny that my brothers are devils but what kind of person takes advantage of four children that were left orphaned?" He yelled at Sav, who stood perplexed. Clare bit her lip and tried to scurry away from behind Sav, but Eli caught her in the act. "And who are you?"

"I…" she trailed off, pinching the brim of her nose and walking behind Sav again. "I'm, uh, the greengrocer." Eli gave her a slight nod of understanding and she continued, "I came to bring an order."

Eli craned his neck to yell for Alli inside the house. "Alli, please, come take care of the greengrocer and take everything to the kitchen through the back door!" He sighed, and complained, "I can't believe I have to take care of everything… Look, boy, get your pay, talk to JT, and never ring this door bell again." Alli stood behind him and glanced at her for a second and turned to Sav again. "And, could you please get all your instruments from my living room?"

Eli turned around and Sav was left agape. "I didn't bring anything to take me the instru –"

"It's your problem," Eli waved at him and walked into the house, and an Indu woman was smiling up at them.

Her face then fell when she saw the large plastic bag with vegetables. "B- but, who – who… But who ordered all of that?" She asked Clare when Sav entered the large Goldsworthy house. "Spike?"

And Clare only nodded and smiled like a goof ball. Alli rolled her eyes and took Clare through the back door, bag in hand. Once they reached the kitchen, Tyson scurried to get out of their view and looked at Clare, an idea forming in his head.

"Watch out with those greens!" Said Alli at Clare.

"You're telling me to watch out?" She asked, walking towards the table of the kitchen. "I'm sure I know how to do my job –" With that, she threw the bag with the vegetables on top of a dozen plates and Alli shrieked, and pulled at the root of her hairs.

"Ah! Watch out!"

"I'm sorry…"

Tyson was opening the gate to his house and stepped out of the Goldsworthy property. He looked around to see if anyone was coming and he dashed to the large bike with a crate attached to it. He got on the crate and grabbed the checkered blanket inside it and put it over his head – covering him.

"The ballot," Tyson heard Alli tell the curly haired singer.

"What ballot?"

"To pay you," told her Alli. Clare turned on her heel and looked at the Indi girl

"Ah, okay, I see…I forgot it back at the store. If you want I'll come by later?" Suggested Clare.

"Oh, no worries."

"Oh, okay. Thank you!" Called out Clare as Alli walked back inside the house. "Bye…" mumbled Clare, and turned to walk back to her bike. She suddenly stopped on her tracks and let out a breath, turning to gaze at Alli. "One more thing."

"What?" Said Alli vexed.

"How's the kid?"

"What kid?"

"The kid…" Clare trailed off, reminiscing back to the party. "The kid."

Alli shrugged and looked at her. "There are a lot of kids here."

Clare sighed and began thrash her arms everywhere. "A little kid really small with the face of the Devil."

Alli nodded quickly at her. "Tyson?"

"Yup," Clare smiled at her.

"He's…" Muttered Alli. "He's okay. Why?"

"Okay. No. For no reason," Clare told her and stepped back, away from the gate and waved at Alli. "Bye." Clare hopped to her bike and unlocked the lock she had put on the bike with a plastic tube and pulled it away from the tree it was leaning on. "Well, bike, on we go," She muttered, Sav walking towards her, his feet stomping loudly as he walked.

"Can you tell me what you're doing here? They told you, you couldn't come here anymore."

"Sh, shut up, I have an idea," told him Clare.

"Let's get out of here," sighed Sav, walking around her bike to get on his.

Once they were both on their bikd, Clare chirped out, "Hm, I don't get why the light told me to take care of my bike. They didn't rob it or break it…" She trailed off, shrugging. "I think this time, she got confused."

Then, Tyson peeked out of the crate through blanket and sighed, hiding again.

"What do they use to make the vegetables at Joey's? With rocks?" Gasped out Clare, her muscles sore as she stopped and Sav stopped next to her.

They had almost arrived at the garage once more and Clare had to stop. She just didn't understand why the crate was so heavy. But she pushed those thoughts away and sighed as Sav looked at her.

"Here, let me help you," they got off their bikes and began to push Clare's with their hands on the handle bars. "Hey, do you know any millionaire to go aim a canon at their house to see if they can give us money?"

"How much money is it?" Asked Clare curiously.

"If the equipment is broken and we have to fix them, ten thousand," he deadpanned.

"What? Ten?"

"Actually," began Sav and Clare furrowed her brows. "I'm offended – because you didn't defend yourself and you didn't help me pick anything up," accused Sav, his voice hurt.

"No, hold up…I want to tell you something really important." Clare told him and he nodded for her to continue. "The thing is – I don't want this guy to give us a complaint. If he finds out I'm the singer it's going to be a big deal for him and – and he thinks I'm dating his younger brother!" Clare said furiously. "I just prefer evading the consequences," explained Clare.

"Stay neutral."

"Yes, exactly," Clare huffed and rolled her eyes. "In the end, I happen to be an idiot. Because I thought this guy was going to come and thank me for what I did for the little guy," she said dreamily.

Sav put his hand up to stop her and her brows pinned together. "Hold on. You dreamt with that guy?"

"No," she dragged out. "It was dream like this –" She snapped her fingers together, emphasizing that it was short. "It was a nightmare and then the dream changed in a second," she lied. "You know how you dream and then you start dreaming about something else…"

Sav stopped in his tracks and pointed ahead of them with his index finger. "Look whose over there!"

"JT?" Yelled Clare, Katie and JT looked at her wide eyed and stopped drinking their sodas. "Come over here! Stop running! I'm going to get you two – Come over here!" She yelled out, running after them. "Wimps!"

Christine was folding her clothes into a bag. She had her jewel box wide open and a low lullaby could be heard from the small speaker of the jewelry box. She sobbed and hiccupped and Eli walked inside the room quietly to not bother her. He stood by the threshold as she finished folding a large nightgown and stared blankly at the wall in front of her. Slowly, she sauntered towards the small desk and sat on the chair in front of it and sighed loudly, Eli stepping inside the room.

Then, Christine closed the small jewelry box.

"Spike, I need to talk to you."

His voice made her jump in surprise and she made way to her bed and put the box inside her bag. "You already told me. Don't try and convince me, Elijoh." She said in a low voice, shoving the jewelry box deep inside her bag so it wouldn't break.

"No. No. No. Of course not," Eli made his way to her and grabbed her by the shoulders affectionately, turning her to see him and she sat on the edge of her bed, eyes watery and blood shot. "I'd never try to convince you," he said softly. "But…" he grabbed the chair next to her desk and put it in front of her and sat down on it, clutching her hands in his. "Look…" he trailed off, looking down at his feet and back down, chewing on his inner cheek. "You're the only one that knows how much they've suffered…my brothers. First my mom's death and then dad's." He looked away from him, catching his breath. "And everything was horribly, no?"

"Hm."

"Eh…" sighed Eli, shrugging and looking down and then evading eye contact with Christine. "And now I need to take charge and – and everything is too hard," he managed out, his voice cracking. Christine nodded at this and looked up at the ceiling. "You know I had different plans – for my life. I don't even know how to start to be a big brother," he told her, biting his lower lip quickly and shrugging once more, passing his hands over his head and sighing loudly.

Christine felt tears pouring from her eye sockets when Eli looked at her with a devastating face. "Please don't leave me."

"I – I'm sorry, from the bottom of my heart, Elijoh. B – but the attack I had yesterday scared me and I must take care of my health," she cried out.

"No, but. That already happened, right?"

"In any moment I'll burst like a frog," she complained. "No, Elijoh. I can't resist this its better if I just leave." She sat up and turned around to throw some books in the bag.

Eli slapped his knees with his hands and sat up as well, "I see…I won't stop you, if that's what you want," he said hurtfully, and put the chair back in its place. Christine was sobbing loudly and Eli narrowed his eyes at her and muttered, "Say bye to the kids, at least."

"Non," responded quickly Christine. "Christine Nelson can't support goodbyes. I can't handle it. I hate goodbyes," she told him, going back to fix her bag.

And with that said, Eli walked out of the room silently with a nod of his head and left Christine to cry in her room.