Hello lovely readers! So, today is pretty much the last day of summer. Bummer. But, I spent my day well, and I hope you all did too.
Well, all these ideas you guys are giving me are wonderful and some of them are really interesting. I'd just like to clarify one more than not all of them will be used. Sorry if I make anyone upset, but some of the requests I simply cannot write. I've also been working on some of the ideas you already gave me, so you guys should be on the lookout! I hope you all understand.
Anyways, on with the one-shot. Enjoy!
"I hate infomercials." Adam complained with a dramatic sigh, as the woman announced that this blanket with sleeves could be bought for the 'low, low' price of nineteen dollars and ninety-nine cents, plus shipping and handling.
"They're so corny." Eli agreed, propping his feet up on Adam's table. Adam reached over from the recliner and slapped his feet away.
"If my mom finds as much as a piece of lint on that table, she'll have a heart attack." Drew explained with a laugh and a shake of his head.
Clare remained silent, feeling slightly out of place. This was supposed to be guy's night, but Adam had invited Clare over for whatever reason. Clare realized that this is probably what they did all the time.
If Adam and Eli weren't hanging out with Drew, they were hanging out with Sav. Clare suppressed a sigh. She really had to start hanging out with Alli more, even if Jenna was there. She may even have to find another girl friend. Guy's night was for actual guys.
Clare had figured that Adam had invited her because she had told him that she would be alone that evening. Her parents were both doing their own thing, and Alli was out of town with her parents. And Clare certainly wasn't going to hang out with Jenna with Alli absent.
"So, Clare, how's Alli been?" Drew asked, turning to the blue eyed girl. Clare smiled softly, feeling slightly bad for the guy. Sure, she couldn't justify the fact that he had cheated, but, even though Alli was her best friend, she felt sorry for the love-sick male.
"She's been okay. She misses you, you know." Clare wanted to hit herself when she saw Drew's crestfallen expression. "Sorry." She quickly apologized. Drew shrugged.
"Whatever." He stood up and walked out of the room. Several seconds later, he reappeared with a six pack of beer.
Clare was thankful that none of the guys had turned to her, for she wore an expression of utter shock. It dissipated quickly enough. I mean, teenagers drank. Every teenager she knew, even her sister, had had some sort of an alcoholic beverage before. All accept for Clare.
Drew threw Eli and Adam a can. He offered a can to Clare. Before she could even answer, or twitch a finer, all three guys had erupted into laughter.
"Good one, Drew." Adam snickered, popping open his can. Clare was dumbfounded. What were they laughing at?
"Yeah, can you imagine? Saint Clare with a can of beer. What a sight that would be." Eli agreed, opening his own can. Clare huffed.
"Is that so unbelievable?" She asked. All three guys nodded in unison. Clare snatched the can from Adam's unsuspecting hand and took a swig.
She instantly regretted her decision and resisted the urge to spit out the revolting liquid. Eli, Adam, and Drew all fell into another fit of laughter at Clare's disgusted expression. Adam snatched back the can.
"That's not funny." Clare glared, offended. Adam rolled his eyes.
"Oh, please, Clare. You and beer? Not a likely combination." Adam said, while Drew nodded in agreement.
"I've had alcohol before." Clare defended quickly.
"The wine from church doesn't count." Eli grinned at Clare's pout. Drew set down his now empty can.
"Okay, if you really want to prove to us that you've had alcohol, why don't you just have some wine? My mom has some in the cellar. You can have some, that is, if you aren't scared." Drew challenged.
Right about now, Clare would admit defeat and reject. But, it was wine. If the church had served it, it couldn't be so bad, right? At least, that was Clare's logic.
"Sounds wonderful." Drew jumped up and went to get it, muttering something about 'this being fun.' Eli, on the other hand, was a little worried. He didn't want to pressure Clare into doing anything she wasn't comfortable with.
When their eyes locked, he hoped he had expressed that. She shrugged and turned when Drew waltzed in. He placed a wine glass in front of her and poured her a glass.
Clare took a deep, reassuring breath before bringing the glass to her lips and taking a heart sip. She was pleasantly surprised that the drink had tasted delicious in comparison to the beer.
Eli watched Clare quietly as the four of them conversed. This was already her third glass. After the first drink, Clare had relaxed and joked freely with the guys. She wasn't tense.
But now, she was downright drunk. It was clear to Eli that Clare had no tolerance for alcohol, seeing as how she wasn't as used to the drink.
"Your cheeks are beet red, Clare." Adam snickered, finishing up his second beer. Clare giggled uncontrollably.
"Beet red…" She repeated, getting a far away look in her eyes. "Beet…like beat…like drums…" She giggled as she started to slap the table in some mixed up, unfamiliar rhythm.
"I think you've had enough, Clare." Eli reached to grab the bottle, but Clare grabbed it first. She hugged it tightly.
"Nope. Nu uh. Not gonna happen." Clare shook her head vigorously. She stopped suddenly. "Whoa. I'm dizzy." She stated. She flopped back into the couch.
Eli stood and yanked the bottle from her arms.
"Hey!" She frowned, her lower lip jutting out in a pout.
"I think you should have some water." Eli stated. Eli and Drew watched silently, bemused by the situation.
"Water…" She repeated, like the word was foreign to her. "Retaw!" She suddenly announced, renouncing the word backwards.
Eli rolled his eyes, trying not to laugh. Clare was acting like a child. She stood up suddenly and swayed. Eli reached out and steadied her with a hand on her arm.
Without warning, Clare suddenly lunged at Eli, giggling uncontrollably. She wrapped her arms around his neck. She kissed his cheek repeatedly. Drew and Adam were desperately trying to hold back their guffaws. Adam covered up his laugh with a cough.
"Oh, Eli!" Clare sighed dramatically. She nuzzled his cheek lovingly. "I wuv you so much!" Eli's cheeks flared up as he glared at the snickering males.
"I…uhh…" Eli stuttered. He kept the hand that clutched the bottle behind his back, hiding it. Clare pulled herself away, suddenly tearing up.
"You don't wuv me, Eli?" She sniffled, as tears slipped down her cheeks. Eli panicked.
"No, no, no! I do! I do wuv you!" Adam buried his face into a pillow as he exploded with laughter. Drew's shoulders shook as he withheld his laughter.
"Yay!" She exclaimed happily. She pushed herself against him and pressed her lips to his sloppily. Eli's eyes remained open. From his peripheral vision, he tossed Drew the bottle. He caught it, stood, and rushed downstairs to put it away. Clare pulled away and giggled uncontrollably. She looked beside her and noticed Drew missing.
"Where's Drew?" She slurred out the question. Before Eli could respond, she came up with her own 'brilliant' deduction. "Oh! I know! He's a magician, and he disappeared! What a good trick!" She continued to giggle while Eli led her over to the couch. She plopped down, still giggling. Eli dashed to the kitchen, retrieving a glass of water.
From the kitchen, he could hear Clare excitedly call "Drew, you came back! You have to teach me that magic trick." Eli sighed, and allowed himself a small chuckle. Clare was out of it. Eli figured she would act a little tipsy, but she was full on drunk.
When he returned to the living room, Eli found Clare sleeping soundly on the couch. Adam and Drew paid no mind to her as they continue to watch TV. Eli sighed and placed the water on the table.
"I'm going to take her home." Eli announced. He scooped up the sleeping girl in his arm and tossed her over his shoulder. "I'll see you guys on Monday." Eli called, not bothering to turn around.
"See ya later, dude." Adam called just as the door shut. Eli walked in the brisk evening air. He was grateful that Clare only lived two blocks away from Adam's house. He reached into her pocket and quickly pulled out her keys. He unlocked and pushed open the door. He closed it behind him softly and trudged up the stairs.
Another thing Eli was grateful for was that Clare's parents weren't home. Otherwise, he wouldn't have been able to bring her home. Eli walked into her room and gently set her down on the bed. She sighed contently. Eli slid off her ballet flats and covered her with the quilt. He kissed her cheek when he heard her mutter his name.
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Clare woke up suddenly with a mean, pounding headache. She gripped her temples. She scanned her surrounding. She was in her room? She couldn't remember anything, except going to Adam's house and hanging out. Every time she thought about it, her headache only increased. She sat up slowly.
She looked at her nightstand and was surprised to see a piece of folded paper, two white pills, and a bottle of water.
Her name was scribbled on the paper. Clare opened it.
I know you're confused, but I'll explain everything later. Take those two pills; they'll help you with your headache. Also, I have your house keys, since I couldn't lock your door otherwise. Call me A.S.A.P.
-Eli
Clare took the medicine and lay back down in bed. One thought raced through her mind: What the heck happened yesterday?
Haha, I would love to see Clare get drunk! I can't hold down any alcoholic beverage for the matter. I get tipsy from one glass of champagne on New Years. Was it too OOC, or unbelievable? Anyways, I hope you like it. Reviews rule.
~S.S.