Okay, it's one in the morning, I should be sleeping since I have school tomorrow, and I've got the blues. Severe blues. So, why am I updating? Because, I love you all, that's why!

Seriously, guys, I was just about to shut down my computer, when a plot-bunny attacked! It's cute, fuzzy self kept nagging me that people actually like this story and want updates and that this plot is cute, so here I am, posting for you all.

Enjoy!

Eli looked up from his menu when the bell above the door suddenly chimed. He smiled when Clare walked in, looking as adorable as ever.

She scanned The Dot as she searched for Eli. When her eyes fell on his dark figure, her face visibly lit up. She walked over and slid into the chair opposite of him.

"Hey." She greeted with a small smile. He smirked in return. "Sorry I'm late. My mom kept questioning why I was leaving the house, saying my behavior was 'suspicious.' Is it suspicious for a fifteen year old girl to want to go out on a Saturday afternoon? Sheesh." She mumbled, rolling her eyes. Eli chuckled and shook his head.

"Don't worry about it. Just, order whatever you want. My treat." Eli assured, as Clare grinned, remembering their little bet.

Eli had been sure that Adam wouldn't talk to his crush, Nicole, yesterday morning. Clare, knowing how brave and confident Adam could be, had bet that he would talk to her before the end of the day.

It seemed as though Eli would win, once lunch had passed by and he still had not talked to the energetic brunette he had crushed on.

But, just before the final bell rang, he leaned in his desk towards her and whispered to her. She had giggled and replied. Clare had smirked in self-satisfaction, mentally thanking Adam for being brave.

Eli had lost, and was now treating Clare to whatever she wanted. After scanning the menu, his sweet tooth finally over-powered him, and he knew he would be ordering a nice bowl of chocolate ice cream. Sweet and simple.

Clare was on the same wavelength. When she placed her menu down on the table, she smiled at him pleasantly.

"I'm up for something sweet. I'm getting a bowl of vanilla ice cream. How about you?" She asked, tilting her head to the side. Eli bit the inside of his cheek, trying not to laugh. It was just a coincidence that she wanted something sweet, but it was very cliché of innocent, Saint Clare to order vanilla.

"I'm also having ice cream. Chocolate." Eli's eyes widened when Clare's face contorted into one of disgust as she scrunched her nose.

"What's wrong?" He asked, curiously.

"I loathe chocolate." Eli's mouth dropped from the force of his surprise. How could anyone hate chocolate? It was practically heaven in the form of food!

"Are you serious?" He asked, disbelieving. She nodded.

"It's too…sweet. I really don't know how to describe it." She shrugged. Eli chuckled and shook his head. Clare not liking chocolate was just absurd.

"So, you don't like anything with chocolate?" He clarified.

"Nope. I prefer vanilla." She answered. She watched as Eli stood abruptly and came around to her side. He grabbed her wrist and tugged her out of The Dot.

"Where are we going?" She asked, struggling to keep up with his long strides.

"As a chocoholic, I simply cannot allow you to dislike it. So, I'm going to help you learn to love it." He opened the passenger door for Clare. He rounded the hearse and slid in the driver's seat.

Once they drove off, Eli snuck a peek at Clare. She was smiling.

"You know, you aren't the first person to get me to try to like chocolate. Darcy tried to numerous times. I just can't be swayed." Eli chuckled as a plan formed in his head.

"Oh I can think of a few ways." Clare gulped nervously, wondering what evil plan Eli was creating. When he slowed to a stop, Clare recognized the area. They were at his house.

"What are we doing here?" She asked after stepping out and following him to the front door. Eli unlocked it and gently pushed Clare through the threshold. He kicked the door closed and directed her to the kitchen.

"You'll see." He responded in an eerily cryptic tone. He pulled up a chair and had Clare sit while he got to work.

After several minutes, he placed a bowl and spoon in front of her. Inside were a few scoops of vanilla ice-cream.

She smiled at her favorite dish and was about to dig-in, before Eli stopped her.

"It's not done." He remarked slyly as he wandered over to the fridge. He angled his body so she couldn't see what he had taken out, or what he had done to the dish.

He stepped away and allowed her to bask in the glory he had created.

"Why'd you put chocolate syrup on it?" She asked, somewhat upset at this fact. Her favorite dish, tainted.

"It's a compromise, love. You don't like chocolate ice cream, but you love vanilla. So, I sort of gave you both." Clare was about to protest, but when he slid into the chair adjacent to hers and gave her his trademark smirk, she knew she would do what he asked.

"Just try a bite. Please?" He asked. Clare groaned as she picked up to spoon. She tried not to make a face as she placed the contents in her mouth.

Clare was surprised that she didn't mind the taste. In fact, she actually liked it.

"Wow." She mumbled, turning to him. "It's good." Eli's expression brightened the whole room. Suddenly, he grinned mischievously.

"Hey, Clare. I think you got some chocolate syrup on your face." Clare, unsuspecting, asked him to point it out.

"Right here." He whispered as he pressed his lips to hers softly. When he pulled away, Clare beamed at him before leaning in to kiss him again.

Oh, sweet, sweet compromise.

A friend of mine doesn't like chocolate. Crazy, I know. I am a chocoholic and darn proud of it. Review if liked this one-shot as much as you like chocolate!

~S.S.