Just a warning for all my faithful readers, I start school this week so my updates may not be every day and might be shorter. I'm really sorry, but I will keep continuing and trying my best.

Help

"'Tis not enough to help the feeble up, but to support them after." ~William Shakespeare

Clare knew that telling Eli to not help was a bad choice. She needed the help more than anything as time went on. Now that they weren't talking, she didn't have her rock to depend on.

Soon, another month passed and the baby's birth date came closer. She had a month to get everything together. She had spent so much time with her Eli drama; she didn't know what she was going to do with the baby.

She was 15, almost 16. Having a baby would drastically change things. She was positive of that. She didn't even have a house for herself to live in, let alone a growing child.

Clare spent the passing weeks thinking of that. Then the doctor's bills started showing up. Now, not only did she have to care about figuring out her thoughts, she had to pay for it. That was torture.

She had never been one to ask for help. She had always been independent. Most of her younger years were spent with her caring for herself while her parents dealt with Darcy, who was much more dependant. She maintained her grades and friends, though sometimes that was tough. But she made it through. That was the important part.

Eli didn't care that Clare had said to leave her alone. He took it as a lesson that he needed to grow up. He needed to become responsible if he ever wished to have the responsibility of keeping his baby.

He had quickly applied for a job at the garage a little bit away from Degrassi. The owner's name was Tony and he told Eli that he had had a lot of great mechanics from Degrassi. He gave the young boy the job almost immediately.

So he worked there almost every day, saving up all the money. He was going to live up to his promise. It didn't matter that she didn't want him. He was going to help Clare.

Even though he had said he didn't care…

Clare caught on to where Eli was working. She'd see him go there everyday after school. So after a week of inspection, she decided to go there to talk to him.

She walked into the garage, gagging at the smell of oil and gasoline. The sounds of various machines whirling and grinding resounded throughout the entire building.

Eli was elbow deep in the hood of a pretty disgusting looking car. Clare noticed him groan and wipe his forehead, leaving a trail of oil on his forehead. The blond girl walked up to him.

"Hey!" she attempted shouting over the sound. He didn't look up and she kept trying. He finally did look at her. He had the most irritated expression.

"Can I help you?" he asked, grabbing a rag off the roof of the car. He wiped his hands on it and leaned against the side of the car.

Clare looked at her feet. Well more her stomach. "I really think we need to talk."

He pursed his lips and nodded. "I'm a little busy right now, but how about after I finish this car?"

"Sounds good," and she left to wait outside.

They sat at The Dot; Eli sipping his coffee while Clare tried to get comfortable in one of the outside chairs.

The older boy set his coffee down, "So what did you wanna talk about?"

Clare looked up at him and smiled. She missed talking to him so much. "I miss hanging out with you," she told truthfully.

"But you said you didn't want me in your life," he pointed out.

"I know I did. It's just that this has been so stressful right now. And you tend to bring drama by the boat load."

Both of them laughed at her comparison. Eli picked up his coffee and took a long drink. "That's me…the S.S. Drama," he joked.

Clare sighed, "Anyway…what I'm saying is that I miss you. I miss…us."

"So do I," he admitted.

"And that I really need your help because I don't think I can do this alone any longer."

He nodded and looked deep in thought. She bit her lip waiting for his response.

He smirked, "We were good, weren't we?"

"We were great," Clare answered.

Eli smiled and leaned forward, capturing Clare's lips in a kiss. And this time…she didn't pull away.