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Just a little one-shot focused on Clare with a bit of Eclare goodness at the end. I hope you like it.
Enjoy!
Prove it.
It seemed like all my life I had been trying to prove something to someone. I was always trying to prove to my parents that I was well-behaved. I was always trying to prove to Darcy that I was grown-up enough to understand her problems. Even to the only two guys I've ever really liked, it seemed like I was trying to prove something to them. The fact that I still don't care about what anyone thinks is still up for debate in their eyes. Even my English teacher asked me to prove that I wasn't hiding, for crying out loud!
What about having faith in me? What about trusting me? I don't have actual proof that God exists, but that doesn't mean I'm shouting to the heavens, yelling at Him to prove to me that he's real, because deep in my heart I know. So why couldn't people trust me? Why must I prove myself time and time again to the people I've known for years? My parents kept me in the dark about their marital problem because I couldn't prove that I was mature enough to handle it. Or maybe because I didn't prove that I wouldn't let their problems interfere with my school work.
Darcy never told me anything because I couldn't prove to her that that I could keep a secret. Or possibly because I didn't prove to her that I could understand the sadness she was facing at that time.
K.C. and Eli…well…it seemed like I was trying to prove that I wasn't like other girls. And even when I could prove that to K.C., he still went off to go date a perfect, blonde, musically-talented cheerleader. And I was left alone, heartbroken and insecure. I convinced myself that I would never fall so hard so fast ever again. But then I met Eli Goldsworthy.
He was my opposite in so many ways. But he was my silver lining. The one who made me smile when all I wanted to do was cry, as cheesy as that sounded. I wasn't sure how he felt about me though. I wasn't sure innocent, shy, Christian girls were his type. So when he suddenly kissed me, I was shocked, to say the least.
"What…was that?" That was the only sentence that I could utter after I found my voice. He looked absolutely blissful, grinning from ear to ear like a madman.
"If I'm correct, the proper term is kissing." He replied sarcastically, his trademark smirk appearing. He must've sensed my discomfort, because his smile was replaced with a frown.
"Was that a bad move?" He asked, crestfallen. I shook my head vigorously.
"No!" I exclaimed a little too empathetically. "I just don't understand why you did it." I explained. He chuckled.
"I thought that was obvious." He laughed, taking a step closer to me. Reaching over, he brushed his knuckles against my cheek. "I like you, Clare." Involuntarily, I took a step back.
"Y-You like me?" I questioned, my voice wavering slightly. He nodded, his grin reappearing. This was too good to be true. I couldn't believe it at all and somehow, he knew I didn't believe him.
"You think I'm lying?" He asked, but he didn't sound angry, just disbelieving.
"I don't think you're lying, per say. It's just…" I trailed off, uncertain on how to continue. I sighed deeply.
"Prove it." He looked confused, so I continued. "Prove to me that you really like me and you aren't going to hurt me like K.C. did. A girl's heart can only take so much beating before it breaks entirely." He smiled gently before he cupped my cheek in his hand.
Leaning in, he poured all his feelings into a soft, languid kiss that quickly turned passionate and lively. When I pulled away to breathe, he just grinned and tilted his head.
"Does that prove to you that I really like you and I promise not to hurt you intentionally?" He asked. I nodded and pressed my lips to his smiling ones. He wrapped an arm around my waist while mine wrapped around his neck.
When we pulled apart, I smiled up at him, my heart fluttering like a bird.
"You definitely passed, with flying colors."
I kinda hated the ending. I wish I could've added more, but I couldn't come up with an awesome ending line. But overall, I liked this piece and I hoped you did too. Reviews?
~S.S.