Hello, lovely people. I know, I know. I have one story to start and 2 to update. But they're all kind of depressing, and I just got back from shopping with friends. I saw my crush, tried on a dress that everyone said I looked gorgeous in, and for the first time in a while I felt okay. So, of course I needed to make a happy Eclare one-shot!
I wish I owned Degrassi, but I also wish I owned the expensive dress I tried on, and I don't own that either.
"What are you thinking about?" Clare asked, craning her neck up from her boyfriend's chest to meet his jade eyes.
"You." he replied, lazily wrapping his slender fingers around her auburn curls. She smiled in satisfaction of his answer and laid her head back down. She closed her eyes and could feel his heartbeat in his chest under his black My Chemical Romance t-shirt. "Do you remember," he asked, "when we first met?"
"And you told me my glasses were dead." It wasn't a question; it was a statement. Of course she remembered. She could—would—never forget.
"Yeah. What was going through your head?"
"Other than that my glasses were ruined and I wouldn't be able to go back to the old me even if I wanted to? That you were incredibly cute…in the Landon way."
"Landon way?" he questioned, smirking gently.
"Landon. From a Walk to Remember?"
"Ah, yes. The wannabe rebel from the cliché romance chick flick. I remember now. And, for your information, I am nothing like him."
Clare giggled. "Sure you aren't sweetie." she told him reassuringly, but sarcastically at the same time.
"It's true, Edwards. Don't deny it. I am so much cooler than him." Eli told her seriously, making her burst out into a fit of giggles again. "What?" he asked innocently, sitting up. Clare sat up also, her legs wrapped around his waist. She leaned in and gave him a chaste kiss.
"You, my dear, are so much better than Landon. Or Edward. Or anyone. I love you." She leaned in again and laid her head on his shoulder.
"Your hair looked so good over my shoulder now, we're getting older, time has no hold on me. But she's got; she's got control over me." Eli sang the words to one of her favorite songs, We Love Like Vampires. She loved it when he sang. It was a rare, special occasion. Not to mention, his voice was melodic; intoxicating.
"I love it when you sing to me," she murmured gently.
"And I love you," He kissed the top of her head. "I'll always love you. Nothing will ever change that, okay? I just…I love you. Don't leave me."
A bit shocked and flustered by his response, she looked up at him. "I won't ever, ever leave you, babe. I love you way too much. Nothing will ever tear us apart. Do you hear me?" Clare gently grabbed his face in her petite hands, "Nothing. I swear by it." With that, she pulled his face to hers and kissed him with as much passion as she could muster. He did the same, and they spent the day under the covers of his bedroom doing nothing, nothing but being with each other. She fell asleep to his heartbeat and the sweet sound of his singing, and he stayed up all night, looking at the blue-eyed angel he, although very undeserving in his opinion, got to call his.