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CLARE'S P.O.V
That night I didn't sleep at all. I couldn't stop thinking about Eli. He obviously doesn't trust me if he can't tell me what's really going on with him. He could trust me. No, he should trust me, I'm his girlfriend! I wouldn't get mad at him; in fact, I would support him no matter what his secret was.
My thoughts were interrupted by a knock on my door. "Clare, can you please come down here, and help with some of the boxes?" My mom asked.
"Yes, mom I'm on my way." I stretched and got out of bed.
It still hasn't sunk in yet. That I'm moving, that is, and can't do anything about it. I've lived here all my life, and now it will forever be a memory. Just a memory; forever in the back of my mind. I made my way over to my closet, and stepped inside. NOTHING. Right, I almost forgot I had packed all my clothes yesterday. I stepped out, and spotted the outfit I had picked out for today. It was Eli's favorite outfit of had, which is way I picked it out. It was a dark-blue floral top with a vest attached to it and a pair of jeans. I made my way over to the bathroom, and looked myself over. Wow… my hair looked horrible. I tried to fix my hair, and touched up my make-up. I looked in the mirror one more time before turning towards the door. I dragged my feet towards the stairs, and started stepping down.
I stopped at the end of the stairway, and looked around. All the memories lingering around the living room. All my childhood memories... gone. Me and Darcy… gone. My parents… gone. Everything. I remember us sitting in a circle singing Christmas carols during the holidays by the fireplace. I remember Darcy and me talking about the ski trip we were going on with dad. I remember Darcy leaving me. My parents yelling over Darcy's rape. The memories, whether good or bad, I will always remember. Sometimes I wish I could go back in time, and change everything. But that won't be happening because you can only move forward, not back. I just stood there staring at nothing in particular when my mom came in.
"Honey, can you please take these boxes to the car," she said pointing at two boxes in the kitchen.
"Sure" I grabbed the boxes, and carried them down the hall. I was about to open the door, when the doorbell rang. I put the boxes down, and walked to the door. I looked through the peep hole, and there he was. ELI.
"Hey…" I said shyly.
"Hey, can we talk?" he asked, and I moved to the side to let him in. He entered and sat on the couch. He patted the seat next to him, and I sat down facing him.
"What do you want to talk about, Eli?" I asked nervously shifted in my seat to face forward.
"I want to explain why I didn't want you to come to my house." He stopped, waiting for me to say something.
"Eli," I sighed, "You don't have to, I mean, you made it really clear you didn't want me to know." I stated blankly.
He sighed, "This is what I want, Clare." I nodded urging him to continue. "I have some sort of mental issue. I hoard stuff, Clare. I'm crazy, and that's why-"
"Your locker was such a mess," I interrupted. He nodded and continued, "My room is even messier because of… Julia's stuff. I can't seem get rid of anything without having a meltdown."
AGAIN… Julia always has to come into our conversations. I told myself to take a deep breath, and forget about her. Eli's here now… with me not her. I sniffled, and put on my best fake smile. I looked up at him, and responded.
"… Its okay, Eli. I don't mind, but why didn't you trust me?" I asked curiously.
"I do trust you, Clare, I was just didn't want to lose you," He said honestly.
"Eli," I took a deep breath and smiled, "I would never leave you. I like too much." I laughed at that memory. He chuckled to, but like he had something to say.
"Spit it out, Goldsworthy." I smiled.
"Clare, do you want to spend the night?" He asked, almost begging.
I look at up at him, shock written all over my face. I smiled and nodded- not being able to say any words. He smiled an actual smile, and took my hands in his. We made our way to Morty hand in hand, smiling like idiots. He opened the passenger door, and I slipped in. He walked over to his side and slid in as well. He started the car and reversed out onto the road. We sat in a comfortable silence for about two minutes before stopping in his driveway. I got out of Morty, and made my way towards the door. He unlocked his house, and we made our way to his room. I'm guessing his room was the one with the black door. I looked at his door, which had a lock on it. I raised an eyebrow, and faced him.
"Are you serious? Is it that bad?" I asked getting worried.
He smiled and unlocked his door. I stepped in sulking everything in. The walls were beige covered by a bunch of posters of Dead Hand. The floor was cluttered, and things were everywhere. I sat on the edge of his bed, and noticed a pink J pillow on his bed. I felt a ping of jealousy, but recovered when Eli was making his way over. He stopped in front of me and smirked. He cupped my face with his hands and leaned in. I felt myself doing the same when finally our lips touched. The kiss started of slow, but got heated after awhile. We parted, our foreheads touching, looking into each other eyes. For once all my problems were nothing, but ashes.
My life is complete… Until I have to get home, of course.
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