Disclaimer: I don't own Degrassi. Bummer, Isn't it? Yeah. I know. ;)
This takes place after drop the world.
And a special thank to Krey11! Who looked this story over!
This is going to be a four or five chapter story. Very short, I promise!
Now, on with the story!
A loud beep woke Clare Edwards from her afternoon nap. She looked around her room stupidly, as if the horn was coming from somewhere in between the crevices in her walls. Without finding the source of the loud noise, she slowly put her head back down. She was so tired. She couldn't remember the last time that she had slept.
Last Monday?
Tuesday?
Two months ago?
She came up blank and groaned, closing her eyes, sleep grabbing her and pulling her into the shadows of dreamland. Clare snuggled deeper into the pillow and sighed. She found herself falling asleep when-
A loud beep sounded through the cool spring weather.
Clare sat up straight in her bed and growled, finding herself getting angry. She rubbed her eyes tiredly and rested her head in her hands, taking calm breaths of air. Laying back down, Clare-
BEEEEP.
Pushing herself off her bed, Clare raced to the window, pushed it open and stuck her head out, ready to give someone a piece of her mind. She expected some stupid teenager who had just learned to drive, or an obnoxious delinquent. But instead, what she saw was much different. If you had to pick out of those two categories, Elijah Goldsworthy would be put under 'delinquent'. The chains on his pants screamed trouble and the eyeliner made him look dangerous, and gave him an edgy look. And don't forget about the black! Black clothes adorned his average figure.
Clare stared at him blankly, unable to comprehend that Eli was standing outside her house, smiling. Just smiling. Not smirking.
Huh.
"But, soft! What light through yonder window breaks? It is the east, and Clare Edwards is the sun!" Eli mocked, his voice echoing.
"My room is on the West!" Clare called back, her tone playful.
"No, Clare. You're not supposed to say that!" Eli shook his head in mock disappointment, "You're supposed to say, 'O Eli, Eli! Wherefore art thou Elijah Goldsworthy?'"
"Oh, sorry, I didn't know that we were reciting Shakespeare! Shall we start over? You go back into Morty, and I into my house?"
"Nah. You killed it, Edwards," He called, a smirk apparent on his smug face, "Now, if you're done wasting time on Shakespeare," He sent a sly wink her way, "I'd like to take you on a bit of a surprise...um... journey."
"To where?" Clare asked, but her mind was already screaming yes. Yes times a thousand.
"Can't tell you, hence why I said surprise," He walked swiftly to his car and opened, but before stepping in, he said, "Be ready in five minutes, Edwards."
Shutting the window slowly, she sprinted across her room, excitement flooding her veins.
Because she was going on a journey with Elijah Goldsworthy.
.
.
.
In fifteen seconds to spare, Clare raced out of the house, still struggling to put on her left shoe. Eli messed around with his phone, which was odd to see, because he hated when people texted. Clare opened the door abruptly, her face a bit red from the perilous fight with her shoe, and she sunk into the leather seat.
"I have to make a few pit-stops, is that alright with you?" Eli asked, quickly stuffing his phone in his pocket.
"Do whatever you gotta do." Clare murmured, leaning into the seat, and closed her eyes. The seat was comfortable and the car smelled like Eli; woodsy and clean, with a hint of laundry detergent.
"So after we go to the strip club, I was thinking that we could-"
Clare snapped up, her eyes wide and alarmed, "What? No! A strip club? Is that even legal? I'm not sure if I'm-" But Clare cut herself short, due to Eli's goofy smirk, a sign that he was obviously joking.
"Hysterical."
"Thanks."
"No, really. So. Funny."
Eli put a hand on her shoulder and slowly, but gently, pressed his thumb against her collar bone. "Ah, Edwards. I'm sorry. But you're just too fun to tease. Cut me some slack, will ya'?"
"'Cut me some slack, will ya'?'" Clare imitated, pursing her lips slightly. She folded her arms across her chest and sighed, trying to pretend that she didn't notice Eli's stare.
"Snarky," Eli thought for a minute before saying, "Sexy."
Clare let out a small giggle, but clapped her hand to her mouth.
She couldn't help but shiver at the thought of Elijah Goldsworthy calling her sexy.
Shaking her head, trying to clear her head, she glanced at Eli and went back to the topic of the road trip. "So, where are going first?" Eli pulled out of the driveway and started down the road. He turned on the radio and Clare wondered if he heard her or not.
"The place that we're going to first is..."
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I have the second chapter done, and as we speak, I'm writing the third. So, review please!