Disclaimer: I don't own degrassi.
The wind blew through her curly hair, making it toss and turn in the air. She pedaled furiously, adrenaline pumping through her veins. A small grin was forming on her plump lips and she really had no clue why.
Pebbles hit the back of her wheels and that made her pedal faster. Clare was almost having a race with herself.
She knew that she was going crazy.
Clare pumped her legs faster and she ignored the burning sensation that was breathing fire in her muscles. Turning a left on a familiar street, Clare stretched her neck to search for the house. She was looking for the small, two-story house that had a small Dead Hand flag in the front lawn. Bullfrog said that it added spunk to their yard. The neighbors disagreed and often tried to sabotage the flag.
The flag was still stand in all its glory.
Clare spotted the flag in the yard and she rolled up the driveway. She knew that Bullfrog and Eli had been working on Morty in their spare time, but she couldn't see the hearse anywhere. The dice had been hanging on Eli's rear-view window in the hearse. She was surprised that she didn't realize it the first time she read the letter.
Suddenly, the front door burst open, revealing a happy Bullfrog, his arms high in the air. Clare parked her bike and walked towards the burly man.
"Clare-bear!" The man yelled in excitement, "The punk told us that you would be coming, but I didn't believe him!" Bullfrog turned around and stuck his head in the doorway of the house, "Hey, CeCe! Clare-bear is here!"
Clare giggled and she heard a soft padding of feet hitting a wood floor. In less than a few seconds, CeCe appeared next to her husband, a wide smile on her face.
"Our punk didn't lie!" CeCe pulled Clare in a hug and squeezed her tightly, causing her back to crack. Clare hugged back just as tightly, missing the Goldsworthy scent. They both pulled back and the two parents looked down at Clare lovingly. She smiled lightly and blushed, her eyes looking down at her feet.
"Did your son happen to tell you anything?" Clare asked softly, lifting her head up.
"We have a son?" Bullfrog threw in. In reaction, Clare giggled, and CeCe hit him playfully.
"He did give us this little piece of paper," Bullfrog said finally, pulling a piece of paper out of his pocket. Clare reached her hand out to grab it, but Bullfrog pulled it back quickly, "I can't give you this! You'll never come back! Though, I understand, because between you and I, I don't like CeCe much either...you're not alone."
Once again, CeCe slapped Bullfrog playfully and Clare almost felt homesick as she watched them. They had become her parents over the time of her relationship with Eli. And she did miss them, of course she did, but it would be way too awkward if she showed up at their house just to hang out with them.
"I'll be over. I promise." Clare said in a firm tone. And Bullfrog reached his hand out and stuck his pinky out. Clare giggled and wrapped her pinky around his, and then CeCe's. Bullfrog finally put the piece of paper in Clare's hand.
"It was a pleasure doing business with you, Clare-bear." CeCe said, and Clare hugged them one last time, before running back to her bike.
But before she could fully get on the bike, Bullfrog called out to her, "Hey! When you see our son, smack him for us, alright?"
In response, Clare giggled and started the journey to wherever, the paper in her pocket.
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Well, well, well, Edwards. You made it here. Obviously. I'm glad that you understood the riddle and I think that it would be only fair if I take credit. You obviously got your intelligence from hanging out with me for so long. Don't worry, you don't have to say thank you.
This letter is not meant for me to brag, but it's to leave you another riddle. Here goes:
"Allow me a bit of philosophy here... We Perforation nos oreilles as a rebellion against rules." That is a quote by Paul Parker. (Quite a name, isn't it?) Except, I may changed a few things. And notice how I swtiched the English into French for those few words? How convenient, isn't it? Especially when you took Spanish!
Have fun! Oh, and remember, 3 O'clock. You must be... there.
Clare shook her head in amusement and she pedaled faster on her bike.
Perforation nos oreilles.
She regretted never taking French.
But using the clues in the rest of the sentence, she was sure that she knew where she had to go. So, pedaling faster, Clare rode her way to the restaurant.
Two words: Contraband kissing.
Clare walked quickly to the table that she and Eli and sat at on their first date. She wanted to escape her parents and she just wanted to be with Eli. I was the best date that she had ever been on. She could still feel the touch of his lips on hers... She had to push through crowds of people. She never knew that the restaurant was a busy one. When she and Eli had went, it was only them. And Clare couldn't help but think that maybe Eli did that on purpose...
Clare ducked through many people and when she finally reached the table, a small note was placed on the surface, and a thermos of coffee sat next to it. Clare picked the piece of paper up curiously and read it in disappointment.
Oh! Wrong stop, Edwards! I'm afraid that this is not your next stop, but because I'm so nice, I left you some coffee. And don't drink it yet! Put it in your basket on your bike! It's for later...
Do you want a hint?
Hm...I'll give you one. Three words: Poor Misty Marie.
That probably just gave it away, but whatever. Just get to your next stop!
Smiling, Clare shoved the note in her pocket, grabbed the thermos, and ran out of the restaraunt. Throwing the thermos in her basket in front of her bike, Clare headed to the left and pedaled like her life depended on it.
Poor Misty Marie. That had definitely given it away.
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