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Okay, so I've still been getting confused readers. I'm going to clarify once more. NONE OF THE CHAPTERS ARE RELATED. Just because Clare's dad was killed off a couple of chapters ago, doesn't mean he's going to stay dead in future chapter. Sometimes, I will mention things from previous chapters and sometimes there are part twos. I said this last time, please read my author's note!

Anyways, thank you all! Let me shut up now! Enjoy!

Note: This chapter will make a reference to 'Mother.'

Eli walked into his house, whistling a tune and feeling content. Spending a whole day with Clare really boosted up his mood. When he passed the living room, he was surprised to see it empty.

"Mom?" He called, letting his bag drop to the floor. When he wandered into the kitchen, he was surprised to see his father. He looked deep in thought.

"Where's mom?" Eli asked, opening the fridge and pulling out the orange juice.

"She went out with her friend, Annalise." Eli was surprised to see his father's smile behind his bushy mustache. Eli smiled himself. His mom finally found a friend. That just made his day a lot better. Uncapping the orange juice, he took a swig.

"Elijah! Use a glass!" Arthur Goldsworthy looked simply appalled. Eli rolled his eyes but grabbed a cup and poured himself a glass. The two stood in silence. It wasn't necessarily awkward, but it wasn't normal. Usually, Eli's mother would be chattering about something, saving the two from the stillness. That, or they generally avoided each other.

"Elijah." His father called in his usual stern voice. Eli groaned.

"Would you please call me Eli?" Arthur's eyebrows flew up in surprise.

"Okay, fine. Eli. Would you like to…go for a walk?" Eli stared at his father, confused. He cleared his throat and scratched the back of his neck.

"Sure." Eli shrugged. The two made their way out of the house and started walking. Waiting for the light to change, Eli noticed they were receiving strange glances. They did look strange together. One was clean-cut, wearing a suit with a perfect posture. The other was scruffy, wearing all black, and his hands were shoved in his pockets while he hunched over slightly.

Eli stopped once they reached the park.

"Okay. If there's something on your mind, you can say it." Arthur shot his son a strained look before nodding.

"Alright, Elijah—err Eli—your mother has been telling me that you've been changing. I've also noticed you've been acting…different." Eli nodded slowly.

"And your point is…?" He asked. His father gave a small smile.

"Son, you're in love." The sudden statement made Eli's ears grow hot. He let out an uncomfortable cough from embarrassment.

"D-Dad!" Eli exclaimed from astonishment. His father chuckled before taking a seat on a nearby bench. He patted the seat beside him and Eli sat down.

"Who is she?" Arthur asked after the silence stretched on. Eli scratched the back of his neck. His father smiled warmly. Eli debated whether he should tell his father. It was so embarrassing.

"Her name is Clare." Arthur could tell that that was all Eli was going to let out.

"Well, who ever she is, she has to be very brave. And smart, since she can look past all the…err…black and see you as a person." His father reached over and cautiously gave his son a small pat on the back.

"Umm, thanks." Eli mumbled. They remained silent until Arthur spoke up again.

"So, have you guys been…" He trailed off. Eli was confused. "You know…" Arthur continued. This was very hard to ask, but as his father, it was his job. "Safe?" Eli's faced flushed as he realized what his father was saying. Suddenly, Eli jumped up.

"Dad, you are not trying to have a sex talk with me!" Eli groaned and buried his face in his hands. "She's Christian, dad! She's saving herself! Besides, I wouldn't do that with her. She's…different." Arthur nodded to himself.

"Hmm, so she's a respectable young lady." He presumed. Eli ran a hand through her hair. This was ridiculous! Where were these questions coming from?

"Are we done here?" Eli groaned, hoping his father would say yes. Unfortunately, his father shook his head.

"I'd just like to give you some…advice. You know, have a man to man talk." Eli leaned against his seat and tried not to heave a sigh.

Eli tuned out as soon as his father started rambling on how girls were 'a lot like apples' or something like that. Oh how he wished he were at home, or with Clare, or anywhere that didn't include his father giving him dating advice.

There had to be a God somewhere because suddenly Clare's auburn locks and pale skin came into view. She spotted Eli and waved ardently. Eli raised a hand up and gave a half wave back. Arthur saw this and smiled.

"Go." He instructed, standing. Eli looked at his dad quizzically.

"You sure?" He asked. His dad nodded and gave his son a pat on the back. Eli grinned and took off. Clare smiled when he reached her.

"What a pleasant surprise." She grinned and reached over to take his hand. Their fingers intertwined and she stood on her tiptoes, meeting halfway in a kiss.

Arthur turned and walked away, grinning. He let out a content sigh.

"Young love." He chuckled with a subtle shake of his head, remembering when he was a young man in love. How his son had managed to seize a girl like Clare, Arthur would never know.

Yay! Father-Son bonding! Who hasn't had that awkward convo with the 'rents? Let me know what you think, my lovelies!

~S.S.