Eli's POV

Morning came all to quickly. I opened my sleepy eyes to find Clare's side of the empty. I shot up and looked around my room. She was no where in sight and her drawer was open. I bolted out of bed and ran down the stairs, almost falling. I checked in my living room. Empty. I started to panic until I heard the sound of whistling in my kitchen. I ran over to see Clare standing by my stove cooking.

" Oh my gosh, Clare! You scared me!" I said as I snaked my arms her waist and kissed her neck. I could feel her smile when I gently sucked on her soft skin. She turned around to face me and feverishly pressed her lips to mine. I moved her over and pushed her back against the counter. We continued as our tongues moved in sync until she pulled away. She smiled and turned back to the stove where she was cooking eggs and bacon. She stirred the eggs and started to flip the bacon until I stopped her.

" Why are you doing this?" I asked as I took the spatula out of her hands.

" What? Did I do something wrong?" She said, looking a little sad.

" Your my guest, your not supposed to be cooking."

" Oh, well to bad." She smiled as she tried to take the spatula from my hands. I smirked and raised my hand in the air where she couldn't reach.

" Eli, please! It's not funny!" Clare giggled and jumped up, trying to reach my hand.

I ran out of the kitchen, laughing, with Clare chasing me around my entire house. She kept chasing me until she was behind the couch and I was on the other side.

" So Clare, what are you gonna do know." I laughed as she looked me right in the eyes.

" Eli, come on. This is getting old." She had a sad look in her face that was really upsetting to see.

" Okay Clare, I'm sorry."

I walked around the couch and handed her the spatula. She smiled and walked back to the kitchen. Minutes later she had breakfast sitting on my wooden table. We ate our breakfast together, with small conversations here and there. After breakfast, she got changed into a pair of dark skinny jeans, a white tank top with a tight turquoise long sleeved shirt over top, and a pair of black flats. I changed into black skinnies, a gray V- neck shirt with a black blazer. We left my house about 20 minutes later and headed to the Dot. When we arrived at the Dot, we saw Adam and Fiona sitting in a booth by the window. We walked passed them, figuring that they were talking about their relationship. Clare sat down at a table and I followed. We sat and talked for what felt like hours, until her cell phone started to ring. She didn't answer it, she just let it ring.

" Clare, aren't you going to answer that?" I asked as I sipped my coffee.

" No, I'll check it later. It's probably just my parents checking on me."

" Okay, just make sure you call them later, I don't want to get you in trouble with your parents."

" Eli, they don't care about me…" she stuttered.

" But I do." I said as I reached my hands across the table and grabbed hers. She flashed a dark shade of red across her pale cheeks. After that, we only spent a few more minutes at the Dot. We drove back to my house in silence. I took her by the hand and led her into my room. I thought that this would be a good time to watch a movie, so I popped in the most romantic movie that I owned, the Titanic. I don't even know why I have this movie, but I know that Clare loved it. We laid in my bed, one of my arms around her waist and the other hand intertwined with hers. About half way through the movie, I realized that Clare hadn't said anything. I looked over to find Clare fast asleep in my arms. She beautiful in her sleep.

" Goodnight, beautiful." I said as I covered our bodies up with the comforter, and within minutes, I was surrounded by sleep.