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And I forgot to say, there is no Julia here, therefore, no hoarding.
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Eli's POV:
I felt a bit...dizzy.
My first kiss.
Clare.
"Got it." I said, breathless. She smiled.
"Good. Do you have Facebook on your phone?" she asked. I nodded.
"Good. Send it. And uh, change your status to in a relationship. Oh, but don't add me." she said. I nodded once again. She frowned.
"You alright?" she asked. I smiled.
"Yeah, I just..." I sighed. Was I really doing this?
"Just what?" she asked softly.
Such an angel...
Snap the hell out.
"Nothing. See you tomorrow." I said. Confused, she walked to her doorstep. I drove home, with the faint sound of Morty's broken radio. I slammed my bedroom door and and jumped on my bed, landing roughly on my stomach. I opened my phone, and closed it. I did this several times before forcing it open, and dialing Clare's number. I pressed the 'End' button before it could ring once. Instead of closing it, I went into my pictures. More specifically, the one I was kissing Clare in.
My stomach flipped. She looked so...content in my grip. Fragile, as if I could break her.
Almost as if she was mine to hold.
I called her again.
"Hey, it's Clare, I'm not here right now, so leave a message and I'll get back to you." her voice said. So light and soothing, so...
*beep*
"Oh! Um, hey Clare, uhh. C-can you call me back? Thanks, bye." I stuttered. I leaned back on my headrest.
"I'm such a loser." I said. I looked over to my laptop.
"I wonder if Clare's on..." I thought out loud. I shook my head clear of Clare.
"This is not Clare time. This is Dead Hand time." I said putting on my headphones. I felt my head bob back and forth.
My pants started to vibrate..
"Woah." I said out loud, removing my headphones. It was my phone, and Clare was calling.
"Hey Clare. What's up?" I said coolly.
"Listening to my parents go on about who left the milk out. You?"
"L-listening to er...Dead Hand." I stuttered. She laughed.
"So...you called?" she asked. I nodded, but soon realized she couldn't hear nods.
"Um, yeah. About today..." I started.
"What, the Dot?" she asked. I laughed.
"No, not that. It's just that...when we kissed.."
"Don't worry, Eli, try and forget about it, and you don't have to count it as your first." she said in a friendly way.
"No," I said, a bit too quickly. I evened my pace. "It's just...I can't help but wonder if that was just a kiss to throw everyone off..." Clare didn't answer.
"You bastard!" I heard Clare's mom say. There was a loud crash.
"Clare?" I asked, timid.
"Yeah, I'm here." Clare said over the crash. "Um, can we talk tomorrow?" she asked.
"Yeah, yep that's fine. See you."
Clare's POV:
I closed my phone. I told him to go, but I wanted him to help.
"You bastard. You think this is funny?" Mom scoffed.
"Very. But, do you think...this is funny?" he asked, throwing a vase at the wall.
"Randall...are you drunk?" Mom asked. He smiled.
"Well, I don't know, but I'm definately wasted. If that's what your asking." he slurred. I ran upstairs. I heard slow steps follow me. I turned around.
It was my dad.
"Dad...please." I trembled. His expression angered. He backhanded me square in the eye. I dropped to my knees.
He kneed my stomach and then left me, on the floor, scared and scarred.