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I'm going with some Switchfoot this time. It took me forever to pick a song. This was actually one of the last songs I looked at and it just hit me. I really recommend listening to the song. Yes, the song is sung by a guy, but I think it's better told in Clare's POV

Song: "Head Over Heels (In This Life)" by Switchfoot

Clare's POV

I ran up to the door of my house and I walked in to my parents fighting again. What a surprise. I still didn't feel like I had a home anymore.

"Randall!" my mom yelled to my dad.

"What?" he angrily replied back.

"You know you were supposed to…" my mom was saying and going off about something my dad did.

I finally left the room. I couldn't take it anymore. I just wanted to get away from it all. I went upstairs. Things got so much quieter, but I could still hear muffled yelling from downstairs.

I got out my laptop. After signing into my IM, I realized Eli was online. I clicked on his name and wrote him a message:

clare-e23: hey, what's up?

eli-gold49: not much. trying to escape your parents or did you just really want to talk to me? :)

clare-e23: a little of both. mainly the parents thing. it's driving me insane! :P

eli-gold49: sorry. well why don't you come over to my place?

I knew that I shouldn't leave the house to go to Eli's. My parents wouldn't approve. With their fighting, I knew that they wouldn't even notice that I had left. I needed to escape my house and into a home for a bit. I made up my mind.

clare-e23: yeah. of course. i'd love to come over. Thnx. :)

eli-gold49: then it's settled. see you soon. bye.

I signed off. I tiptoed down the stairs. My parents didn't see a thing. Being the person I am, I left a note.

Hey, I'm going to Eli's for a bit. I'm tired of your fighting and I need a home-like environment. Be back sometime tonight. Don't worry. I know my curfew. You don't need to call. – Clare.

I left the note on the coffee table. I went outside and got my bike. I starting going over to Eli's.

When I got there, I knocked on the door. Bullfrog came to the door and opened it for me.

"Clarabelle!" he exclaimed at me. Gosh, why does he still call me that?

"I'm here for-" I began until he cut me off.

"Eli, of course! Come on in, he's right upstairs in his room. Go on ahead," he told me with too much eager.

I went upstairs and knocked on his door. A couple seconds later, he got up and let me in. The lock wasn't on his door anymore, but I knew it was impolite to just barge into his room.

"Hey, Clare. Make yourself at home," Eli said.

Home? The concept was hard to grasp anymore.

"Thanks," I replied, as I sat down on his bed.

"So, what did your parents fight about this time?" he asked me.

"I'm not really sure. Probably something stupid and pointless. Eli, I've given up on trying to help them," I told him.

"Well that's too bad. Home must not be the same anymore, huh?" he said.

"Yeah, I don't know what 'home' even is."

He paused for a moment and then said, "Could my house be a home to you?"

I thought about it. This couldn't be a home. I don't live here. I'm not related to anyone here. I'd be in their space all the time.

"I don't know. I mean, it could be, but I don't feel like I always belong. I'm not related to anybody here," I said to him.

"Clare, you're my girlfriend. We're in a relationship. You belong here," he mentioned, reassuring my doubts.

"Yeah. That's true. I should have realized it sooner," I said, hoping he would help me out by saying something that would allow me to tell him my feelings.

"Yeah," he bluntly said. It didn't help me out any, though.

The words finally came to me.

"Eli, thanks for everything. Thanks for letting me call your place a 'home'. I really appreciate it. I don't feel like I have anymore and it's great to know I still have something to hold on to," I admitted. I would have continued, but I wanted to know his reaction.

"You're welcome. You know I'd do anything for you, right?" he said.

"I should've known that earlier. It feels great to be yours. I've really been aching and hurting a lot lately with everything, and you've always been there."

"I like being yours, too. You've also been there for me. It's the least I could do," he added.

I smiled. "Thanks. I feel like I belong now."

"Really? 'Cause you're not in my arms, yet," he mentioned with his smirk plastered on his face.

I felt myself blush. I solved his dilemma by getting close to him. He automatically placed his arms around me.

"There. Problem solved?" I teased.

"That's much better, Edwards," Eli teased back.

"You're everything that's fair to me, Goldsworthy," I told him.

"That's a good thing, right?" he questioned me.

"Of course it is," I told him before I placed a kiss upon his lips.

He kissed back. We eventually tore apart from each other.

"Hey, Clare. Don't forget to make yourself at 'home' more often," he said, winking at me.

I rolled my eyes sarcastically. He smirked.

"Will do, my love," I said to him, poetically.

"Good," was all he replied. It was enough for me.

I paused a moment, thinking of what to say next. "Eli, you know you make me head over heels, right?"

"Yep. I tend to have that affect on the ladies," he smirked.

"I'm serious."

"Well, I'm glad that's how you feel. I feel the same way," he mentioned.

I smiled as we leaned into another kiss.

This guy was growing on me. But he was home now, and I belonged. It was all I could ever want right now.

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