Sorry for the lapse in updating! I kind of hit a writer's block, but I thought up some new ideas. So, am I the only one that squealed like a little girl at the promo for this week's episode? (: Read and review lovelies!

Early the next morning, we were awakened by the sound of a knock at my door.

Eli stirred beside me as my eyes took a minute to adjust.

"Clare, can I come in?"

My mom. She sounded tired.

I motioned for Eli to get under the bed, but he hesitated.

"Clare," he whispered, "if she starts to talk about me, even if she says something you don't like, please just agree with her."

I rolled my eyes, but he took my face in his hands.

"Clare, just do it. It won't hurt my feelings. I just don't want her mad at you anymore. As much fun as this sneaking around is, I'd like to spend some time with my girlfriend out in public."

"Clare? Are you awake?"

I heard her hand on the door.

"Okay, I promise," I whispered.

He slid under the bed as I extracted my shirt from the floor, pushing the rest of the clothes out of sight, and put it on.

"Yeah… Come in mom!" I called.

She opened the door and walked in. She stayed standing at the foot of my bed.

"Clare, I'm sorry about the other day. I know I probably upset you, but I just thought I'd let you know how I felt."

I waited for her to continue, but she seemed set on waiting for me to speak first.

"Uh, well it's okay mom. I was out of line. I," I took a breath, feeling so wrong for saying things I didn't mean, "I completely agree, actually. You know, about the whole bad influence thing…"

My voice was soft, unwilling to say the lies Eli promised me to tell her.

She nearly beamed at what I told her. It was sickening, actually.

"That's so good to hear, honey! I'm glad you're mature enough to have such good judgment." She walked over to the side of my bed and patted my messy hair.

I flinched at her touch.

"Yeah, well, if you wouldn't mind I should get ready." I bit my lip, my eyes focusing on the pattern of my comforter.

"Of course honey. Have any plans for today?"

"Aren't I still grounded?" I mumbled, glancing up at her.

"No, I think we can call that off. You should call Alli, I'm sure she would like to hear from you."

"I think I'll do that," I said with a nod, smiling at the thought of getting to sneak out and be with Eli instead.

She left and I leaned over to look under my bed, and saw Eli from my upside down perspective.

"That was awful," I pouted. He smiled.

"But look where it got us. You're off of house arrest!"

I smiled faintly and pulled myself upright as he slid out from under my bed.

I blushed at his nakedness, and realized that under the covers, I was still half naked as well.

He slid back into the bed and curled up beside me.

How anyone could hate such a wonderful person, I had no idea.

Of course, it was pretty much my fault that my parents weren't so fond of him.

The way I'd talked him down when I was still trying to make them mad at me hadn't helped his cause at all.

I sighed and fell down to the bed beside him, resting my forehead against his.

He touched our noses together and I giggled softly.

"I'm sorry things are so… everywhere for you," he murmured, "I know it seems like things are only looking down but I'm here for you. I'll make you feel better in any way I can."

"You're the last person that should be sorry," I said as I opened my eyes and looked into his, "You're really the only thing that does make me feel better. For now, just distract me."

I leaned in to kiss him, and he kissed me back, but rather than increasing the intensity he backed off.

"I have a different idea of distraction," he said with a sly smile, and I had to smile back.

"I can't wait to see what you possibly have up your sleeves."

.-.-.-.-.-.-.

We sat at the park.

The same park where we had shot our Romeo and Juliet video.

Sitting on the same bench.

Memories had flooded back to me. I couldn't stop smiling at his surprise.

His arms were around me and I was comfortably nestled against his chest.

"It's such a beautiful day," I mused.

"Beautiful day, beautiful girl, life is good," he said smirking.

"I could stay here all day," I said dreamily, closing my eyes.

"But then you would miss out on everything else I have in store for you," he said mischievously.

"There's more?" I asked as I looked up at him.

"Did you seriously think there wasn't?"

"Well… yeah?" I sat up and looked at him. "This is so perfect."

"This is only the beginning."

I loved that mischievous look.

After relaxing in the park for a little while longer, Eli suddenly stood up and pulled me with him.

We got into Morty and were on to our next destination.

He pulled up to a little outdoor café and put the hearse in park.

"This looks great," I smiled as he looked over at me.

"Thought you'd think so," he smirked and leaned in to kiss me.

We got out of the car and walked over to the patio seating.

We sat across from each other looking at the quaint menu as we waited for service.

Our waitress was covered in tattoos and was wearing a ripped, hippie style dress.

"Well hi there, Eli," she said warmly. I looked between them, momentarily confused.

"Hey, Rachel. This is Clare. Clare, this is Rachel. She interns at the radio station where my dad works." Rachel greeted me with a smile.

"So this is little miss Clare? I've heard great things about you, sweetie."

I smiled timidly, shy at the overenthusiastic introduction.

"What can I get you kids to drink?" She pulled out her pad of paper and we went ahead and ordered our food as well.

She brought Eli a glass of water and me a coffee just minutes later.

"So do you have anything special you want to do today?" he asked reaching across the table and taking my hand.

I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, taking in the moment.

"I like where your surprises are leading. You should keep picking."

He laughed quietly and squeezed my hand.

"I wish your parents liked me," he murmured, suddenly looking upset.

"Don't worry about it, it's not a huge deal. They're… closed minded." I shook my head, squeezing his hand this time. "Even though they don't like you, I love you. You're amazing, Eli."

I frowned a little, looking down. "It's pretty much my fault that they don't like you anyway. So it should be me that you're mad at."

"Clare, I'm way over that. They would have found out all about me eventually. I just wish, I don't know, sometimes I wish I were more like you. More of what you deserve."

"Eli, I would hate it if you were like me. I hate that I'm like me. I want to be more like you." I looked over to where Rachel was talking animatedly to one of her other tables.

"That's the kind of girl you should be with. Carefree, expressive, and outgoing. Everything you are. Everything I'm not."

"Clare, you're perfect," he said softly, his eyes piercing mine.

"No, I'm not. You are," I whispered, looking right back at him.

He shook his head, a smirk on his lips. "Well, even though we seem to hate ourselves, we love each other. So I say we don't change a thing."

"Whatever you say, Goldsworthy," I said with a smirk of my own.

"Hey, now. Using the last name, and sarcastic facial expressions? Look who's turning into me already?"

I laughed and leaned back in my chair, our hands pulling apart when our food came.

.-.-.-.-.-.-.

A couple of hours later we found ourselves walking along the streets downtown.

We talked about everything, stopping into several shops along the way and trying on the most ridiculous things we could find.

The day was turning out to be wonderful, carefree, and perfect. It was just what I needed.

We ended up back at the café, and he guided us back to Morty.

I didn't know where he was taking us next, but I knew wherever it would be it would be perfect.

He ended up parking by the park again.

"Back here?" I asked looking around.

"I'm loving being outside today," he said simply.

The park was abandoned, it nearly always was.

We got out, but rather than sitting on the bench we sat on the warm grass. He leaned back on his arms, and I let myself fall onto my back, enjoying the warm sun.

When my eyes fluttered open, his were staring down at me.

"God, you're beautiful Clare," he murmured.

My cheeks grew hot, and I gently bit my lower lip to keep from smiling like a fool.

He relaxed next to me, his fingers grazing my pink cheeks.

They moved slowly down to my jaw line and traced my features all the way to my chin, then up to my lip still in the grasps of my teeth.

My lips parted at his touch and he leaned in, pressing his lips to them.

Unlike earlier in my room, he didn't pull back.

Passion built and we were soon moaning into the kisses, our hands roaming freely all over one another.

When his hand slid up under my shirt, I pulled back and looked around.

He pulled me back into the kiss, but I was now reserved.

He was the one who pulled away this time, a look in his eye that I couldn't quite place, but knew exactly what it meant.

He stood up, helping me up with him, and led me over to the hearse.

After opening the door to the back, he followed me in.

Before I knew it I was pinned to the floor, Eli's tongue battling mine as his lips moved rapidly against mine.

I fought back, my kisses just as desperate.

His grip on me didn't ease one bit and I moaned into his mouth.

He went crazy.

In a flash he had pulled off my cotton sundress and was working his hands to the back of my bra.

I pulled his shirt off, but when my fingers found the button of his pants he pinned them on either side of my head.

His eyes were wild.

I bit my lip, holding my breath.

His lips landed on my neck, trailing kisses along it. He gently nipped my ear before his lips searched downwards.

They stopped at my breast, and I sighed in pleasure at the feeling of his tongue and teeth working my nipple.

I lifted my hips to press myself against him.

His hands left mine and caressed the sides of my body.

When he reached my panties, he antagonized me with how slow he removed them.

I reached for him again but again he pushed my hands away.

He spread my legs apart, one now resting on each of his bare shoulders.

Lowering his head, his tongue was now probing me.

I immediately bit my lip to hold back the string of moans that were playing in my throat.

As his tongue moved in and out of me, his fingers worked their way to my clit.

The simultaneous pleasure finally earned a loud moan from my lips.

My noise only made him work even more.

"Eli," I whispered breathlessly.

He pulled himself from me, but his fingers continued.

I opened my eyes to look down at him.

"You're so beautiful Clare," he murmured, turning his head down again to place gentle kisses along the insides of my thighs.

"Oh, Eli," I murmured, my hands finding his hair and grabbing it by the handful.

He groaned and his tongue found me again, and it was enough to send me over the edge.

As I rode out my orgasm, my grip on his hair tightened and I moaned so loud I was yelling.

He brought his body up and lied next to me.

My breathing was uneven, and I grasped his shoulders.

I held myself close to him as I regained control of myself.

When I looked at him, he was smiling sweetly down at me.

His hair was disheveled, thanks to my forceful grip on it.

He was beautiful.

That was the perfect way to describe him.

"I love you, Clare," he whispered, pressing a kiss to my forehead.

"I love you too," I whispered back, smiling softly.

I quickly grew chilly, and was suddenly aware of my nakedness.

"I- I'm sorry," I said softly, pressing myself even closer to him to cover up my body.

"What in the hell are you sorry for?" he questioned, his tone insinuating that I was crazy.

"Well, I just can't imagine that being… enjoyable for you. And you didn't get to… it was really one sided."

"Clare, I love doing that," he said into my hair, his hands lightly rubbing my bare back. "And I wanted it to be one sided. I thought you'd picked up on me pushing your arms away."

"Well yeah, but-"

"But, nothing. You have nothing to be sorry about, so stop with your nonsense."

I smiled and cuddled up to him, but a small shiver soon jolted my body.

He pulled a blanket that was piled in the corner of the car over us.

For the rest of the afternoon, we lay there like that.

"Thank you, Eli," I mumbled against his chest as my lips softly kissed his warm skin.

"What for, Clare?"

"The best day ever," I whispered.

A/N: The next chapter will pick up here and finish the day. It's not over (: