Some of you might have noticed that I published another Degrassi fic last night. It's called "Then Again, Maybe I Won't." It's different than what I usually write so I want to see if people enjoy it. It's really angsty though.

Choices

"When you have to make a choice and don't make it, that is in itself a choice." ~William James

Clare and Eli walked beside each other, Eli forcibly holding Luke. Clare didn't understand why he didn't want to hold his son and why she had to basically push him into his arms.

"Why don't you want to spend time with Luke and I?" she asked instead. He groaned.

"Are you going back on that again?" the older boy challenged, looking down at her.

She sighed, "It's just…you said you were going to be there for us…and when all you do is avoid him that's kind of hard."

"I don't see why it's such a big deal that I spend time with you guys. I take care of all the important stuff…what else is there?"

"Ever heard of being a parent?" she countered, angrily.

"Ever heard of I am," he spat back. Clare stopped and stared at him incredulously.

"Do you even hear yourself?" she questioned, icily, "Why are you making everything so hard for us?"

Eli stopped as well, "I'm the one making things hard? You're the one who questions every little thing I do. So I don't want to be with you every minute of the day…what's wrong with that?"

Clare felt herself starting to tear up. She put her head in her hands and finally let herself cry. She wanted to show him what he was doing to her.

"No…" his tone softened, "Don't cry…please."

"Then stop making me!" she sobbed, looking up at him. He was about to speak when she shook her head. "Don't…"

She took Luke from him and turned around, walking back to the house.

Clare sat on the roof of the house. It was nighttime so the only light was the moon and the small stars that could be seen in such an area as Toronto. The slight wind tossed tresses of her own hair in her face. She'd have to swat them back every couple minutes when they got unbearable.

She felt a chill go over her and hugged her knees tighter. She was up there to think. Things were getting so complicated with her and Eli. She thought he was perfect. He was going to be the dad he had promised to be. But he kept betraying her, therefore losing the trust he'd built up. Causing her to lose to her faith in them handling this…

Footsteps crunching on the old shingles of the roof sounded behind her. She turned and saw the figure of a girl about her age coming towards her. The figure finally came into the light, revealing Eva. She looked solemn and taken over like always.

"Hey," the brunette called out, inching nearer. Clare nodded at her, not wanting to speak. But of course, the older of the two wasn't going to give up with just that. Instead, she sat next to Clare and hugged her own legs in a similar fashion. "Rough day at the office?" she asked, her facial expression still the same.

Clare laid her head on Eva's shoulder and sniffed. She had already gotten done crying and wasn't going to do anymore of it. She was all out of tears. What she really needed to do was make a choice.

Eva put her arms around the girl and hugged her closely, "What's going on?" she whispered.

"I can't do this anymore," Clare admitted, "I need to decide what I'm going to do with Luke."

"What do you mean?"

The blue-eyed girl pulled out of the embrace she was in and looked at Eva with serious eyes. "I think I'm going to put Luke up for adoption after all."

"Wait…" the other girl interjected, "You can still do that?"

"Yeah…" Clare looked across the city, seeing a lot from the roof, "Eli's not ready to be a father. I'm not ready to be a mother. It's as simple as that."

"And you think you can deal with that? Giving him up?"

She nodded, "Yeah…I just need to know that someone supports me."

The two girls looked at each other. Eva nodded, "You're like my sister now…I'll be with you the whole way."

"Thank you so much," Clare hugged the other girl tightly.