Authors Note: Ok so I'm sorry it's been like a month since I updated. It was my last month of high school give me a brake! :D Anywho I also had a list of ideas that I lost cause I cleaned my room but I just made a new one.

I got my inspiration for this chapter from the movie Love and Other Drugs (i love jake gyllenhall). I also listened to the song Nice Guys by Chester See, KevJumba, and RyanHiga while writing this. I highly recommend both. :)

Oh! And one more thing can someone tell me what AU means? I still don't know. lol

Another day, another argument. Clare's parents still weren't getting along and it really was taking a toll on her. She was hardly ever in a good mood lately.

Clare sat in English, her attention drifting in and out. Normally school, especially English, her only class with Eli, would take her mind off things at home, but even the structured monotony of school couldn't hold her attention today. She had missed Ms. Dawes assign a paper and the only reason she knew this was because Eli had turned around and started discussing it with her. "…so I was thinking we go to The Dot, grab some coffee, and go to our bench to- Clare? Claaare! You-Who! Earth to Clare." Eli waved his hand in front of her face.

"Hm? She looked up at him. "What?"

"Clare are you okay? You haven't been paying much attention lately." By now class had ended and they were on their way to their lockers.

"Yeah, I'm fine."

"Clare really?" He could tell she was lying. "Look, I gotta go but this isn't over. We'll talk later okay?"

"Okay."

"Okay Clare, spill."

"Spill what? My coffee? But I just got it."

"Eli shot her a glance. "Clare."

"Okay fine! It's just my parents again. Same old stuff. Nothing to worry about."

"Clare do you honestly think that little of me as your boyfriend, and your friend, that you think I can't tell when you lie?"

Clare started to cry. "Oh Clare! I'm sorry, I didn't mean it!" He pulled her in for a hug.

"Oh I know. It's just been hard and I've been questioning everything, and I know we're not my parents but I still don't see what you see in me." Clare looked down as tears began to flow freely from her eyes.

Eli put his finger under her chin, pulling her face up and forcing her to look at him. He wiped her tears and asked, "Clare, do you wanna play a game?"

She smiled a little, "Um, okay…"

"Name four good things that you like about yourself."

Clare wasn't expecting this. "Um well, I'm smart…" She sat there thinking for a few more minutes. "I can't think of anything else." She slumpped, defeated. "If this is your idea of making me feel better Eli you're sick!" She got up to leave and Eli grabbed her arm and sat her back down on the bench.

He chuckled a little. "Clare you honestly can't think of four things?"

"Not helping." She glared.

"Wait, you didn't let me finish. I found it funny because I can easily think of four things. Hell, more than four! I don't think you're smart, I think you're verging on genius. I was wrong when I said your eyes were pretty, they're gorgeous." Clare looked down and blushed and Eli pulled her face back up. "I love how you're passionate, and a good friend, not to mention a better person than anyone else in this entire school. I love your ability to love, and to forgive those who've hurt you. I love your jokes and your laugh. I love your innocence, and I love taking your innocence" he stopped to wink and Clare blushed an even darker red. He rested his palm on her cheek, "and I love when you blush." He smiled.

Clare nearly attacked Eli, crashing her lips to his. Their kisses were filled with passion. Finally they parted needing air. Clare was beaming now, a far cry from how she was that morning. "So, what was that English assignment?"