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"Really? A drugstore?" Clare muttered, as they walked through the aisles, Eli running his fingers over the different objects.

"Hey," Eli exclaimed defensively, his hand rushing to his heart in mock hurt,"You didn't have to come in, Edwards! I gave you the choice. Aren't I a gentleman?" Eli waited for an answer for his last question, but when Clare stayed silent, Eli turned onto his heels with a sigh, and began to walk again.

Clare stifled back a chuckle and walked a few paces behind him, the bottoms of her shoes scuffing the tiled floor. Only a couple steps further, Eli suddenly stopped and turned around to Clare.

"Stay here for one moment." Eli commanded her and ran down to where the clerk was. Clare watched in confusion and scratched her head, wondering what the hell the boy was doing. Clare knew that Eli was odd, but this, this was just off the charts. She watched Eli talk to the old clerk excitedly, his arms waving around dangerously in emphasism. The older woman looked very bored and watched Eli's rings reflect around the store, due to the sunlight.

Clare sighed and leaned against the shelf, still facing Eli. She watched as the older woman nodded and Eli reached into his deep pocket and pulled out something shiny. Clare furrowed her eyebrows and her blue eyes watched his hand, trying to see what the boy was holding. But she had no luck, and he slipped the object into the woman's hands, closing her hands around it securely.

Eli muttered something and dashed off to Clare, his boots clanking with every step her took, and his hair flopping with every movement. His eyes were bright and alive, which was something that Clare had not seen from him in a long time.

"What was that all about?" She asked, nodding her head towards the elder lady, who was now flipping through Vogue.

"Nothing. Absolutely nothing!" Eli exclaimed innocently, but when Clare gave him a look, he sighed, "Fine. Look, I don't know how to tell you this...but...I'm having an affair with her. I broke it off with Ms. Dawes and went to her. What's a man to do?" Eli shrugged, his eyes wide and slightly taunting.

Clare rolled her eyes and smirked, running her fingers through her hair, "Sounds intense. Ms. Dawes must have taken it hard." She said, the scene at the bench running through her busy head. Drinking coffee. Talking about getting bad grades. Joking about dating Ms. Dawes...

"Oh, you have no idea," Eli groaned dramatically, rolling his eyes, but a smirk was worming its way onto his plump lips, "I can't keep the ladies off of me, Edwards."

"I bet."

Eli grinned and plunged his hand into his pocket, grabbing out a loose leaf paper. The paper was covered in scribbles and crossouts, all in sharpie, of course. Clare stood on her tip-toes and tried to peer over the paper, but Eli snatched it away from her view just in time, wagging a finger in front of her face. Clare glared at him for a couple of moments, with him glaring back with equal intensity. Clare cocked her head to the side and Eli did the same, to the exact same side. She narrowed her eyes and her eyes dropped down to the piece of paper that was hanging loosely from his hand. She smirked slightly and counted to three in her head and then she dived for the piece of paper. Almost effortlessly, Eli held in behind his back, stifling a yawn.

"Elijah Goldsworthy, if you don't show me that paper...I'll..Well, I'll...um...I'll-"

"Stutter me to death?"

"No! I'll-"

"Use my whole name again? Because that would be killer!"

Clare clenched her teeth together, grinding them. She let out a high sigh and turned on her heel and started to walk-march-down the aisle. Her arms were swinging from side-to-side and her posture was straight and firm. When she was about to reach the end of the aisle, she felt a warm hand wrap around her wrist.

"Edwards! What are you doing? What's wrong?" Eli asked, his voice concerned. Clare turned to face him, a scowl on her lips.

"What's wrong?" She repeated, hands on her hips. Eli watched her movement with a smirk on his lips, "Oh, please! The last time I talked to you was in the hospital! And suddenly, you ask me to go on a trip with you. And I agree. But you're not telling me anything! You brought to a drugstore and had some sort of deal with the clerk! What the hell was that about? And what about the fact that you aren't showing me the paper? What in God's name are you doing?" Clare's face was red and she was out of breath, her chest heaving.

"Are you done?"

"Well, I mean, I guess, that-yes. I'm done."

"Good." And with that, Eli pulled out another piece of paper, one from his back pocket. He held it in front of Clare's face and dropped it into her hands. Clare glanced at it, her expression wild and confused. She tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear and looked down at the paper.

"'Go where the dice ended up,'" Clare read softly, still looking confused, "But what does that mean?"

"That's for you to figure out." Eli said, and started towards the door. Clare's eyes widened and she ran rowards him, her heart beating.

"Wait! I don't understand!" She wailed, the paper crunching in her hand, "You haven't explained anything!"

"Figure out the riddle and everything will work out, I promise. Just make sure that you're done with...everything by three, alright? If you're not...well, we'll cross that bridge when we get there. But remember...everything will lead you back to the beginning"

And with that, without turning back around, Eli got into his borrowed car and drove off. Clare looked back down at piece of paper and smoothed it out, trying to erase the wrinkles and creases. She squinted her eyes, hoping that maybe, just maybe, she was missing something on the paper. Maybe something was actually there and she just couldn't see it.

With no luck, Clare groaned and glanced at the watch on the wall. It was already twelve and she had to be done at three. Done with what, she didn't know...

"Hey, you, girl," The elder woman called, her voice monotone. Clare slowly turned towards her, shoulders shrugged, "We're having a Walk For The Blind outside this store. You should do it. Grab your family and friends!"

"What time does it start?" Clare asked dully, not fully sure why she was even asking at all.

"Three."

Clare groaned and buried her face in her hands, while the woman looked at her, expression back to being dull.

It was going to be a long day.

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